iridescent girl.

@inbetweened // superhero sentence starters ( accepting )

     Angie gets it. She’s been doing the same...ever since she started this whole thing. It hasn’t even been that LONG-- she’s only been trying to be a hero for a few months. When she first got her powers, it took her a while to even think about being a superhero. Hiding it from everyone, concealing her new abilities, AFRAID of them and unsure of what she should do. And then...her brother died. Nicky died, and she DIDN’T stop it when she could have. That’s when she knew...she had to STAND UP. She had to try and do something, couldn’t just sit back anymore.

   Even after that realization, though, things are still...DIFFICULT. She doesn’t know WHAT she’s doing, she doesn’t know how to fight or how to be intimidating or how to take down criminals, and even though she seems to get pretty LUCKY sometimes, she still has no clue what she’s doing. Every time she runs into a fight, every time the hairs on the back of her neck begin to stand, every time she hears a GUNSHOT that rings through the air-- she’s terrified. 

There’s this gnawing at the edges of the pilot’s head.  It grows and grows and grows until Peni is unable to ignore it anymore.  It was the same way she felt around Peter, Miles, Gwen, all the other spiders.  She understood what that feeling was, rather quickly.  “Hey… you’re like me.”  Peni is almost tempted to get out of the suit, and personally greet the other, but staying in the suit keeps both herself and the co-pilot safe, so she’s going to stay in here.

“Yeah, this dimension is pretty far ahead of most of the others.”  The biggest culture shock was going into Noir’s dimension.  It was cool, but it really took a long time to get used to the older technology.

“Were you by any kind of super collider or something like that?”  That was how the first interdimensional thing happened between all the other spiders, maybe something was repeating itself.

   Angie can feel it too-- a tingly feeling that spreads across her body and a sudden pounding in her head that clues her into something that connects the two of them. She doesn’t know how, or why, but somehow, this one is LIKE HER. And the other seems to know it too. There’s a nod of her head as she leans back slightly on her heels. “Yeah...you’re-- you’re like me. I don’t-- I don’t know HOW or-- or what’s going on-- I’m seriously in an alternate universe? Holy shit, that’s insane!”

  The mention of how this universe is so FAR AHEAD is really intriguing, but she forces herself to push that to the back of her mind for now. The next thing....well, despite her interest in space, Angie is pretty CLUELESS when it comes to scientific things. 

   Aw crap… call me one-brain-cell Parker ‘cause I’m jus– Gaze cast upward, suit-optics narrow; lips pursing in slight suspicion. ❝No, no,  no,  yeah  totally  I’m–  Hey  wait!❞ Eyes roam warily over the other. Homemade-suit, maskless face, wait… were there glasses under there? Head tilting, the kid can do little more than stammer as he scrambles to his feet, ❝Wha’,  where–  you  jus’–  and.  .  .  and  then  the–❞ Hands gesturing vaguely to the girl- Peter all but incoherent. ❝Dude,  you  just  got  barfed  out  of  a  space  hole!❞

   Senses send ripples along his spine the closer he steps. Slight chill as the hair along his neck stands on end. Wait, Peter Tingle? Peter had always been pretty aware of alternate universes, different dimensions- in theory of course. (Never really considering the possibility that any of them would be real.) This is CRAZY– this is, God! This s’ insane!

   Excitement blooms in his chest, and for a moment the spider even forgets he’s just robbed the entire street of its power. Voice cracking, Peter chirps, ❝I’m–  I’m Spider-Man  and  you.  .  .  you’re  like  me?  Right?  You’re  um–❞ Practically vibrating, a grin finds itself on the boy’s lips. ❝Oh  my  god!  You!  You–❞ A pause. ❝Y'know  you've  uh,  got  your  mask  off.  .  .❞

      Forgetting all about how she has to HIDE her identity, about how she was just in a universe that felt so familiar, yet different at the same exact time, about how she just got thrown through a PORTAL, Angie jumps down near the dumpster. She lands with a soft thud, clutching her mask between her fingertips and furrowing her brows as she gets a better look at the other. The suit looks...SIMILAR. Bright red, there’s different design choices, but they RESEMBLE one another. “Uh-- YEAH, I-- I guess I did? I dunno-- I’m confused, it’s really fucking confusing, I have no clue what happened!” 

   That’s when senses begin to blare in her head, a tingly feeling spreading across her body as bright brown hues go wide, and her expression SHIFTS-- still confused, but almost as if she somehow recognizes the person in front of him. She DOESN’T, not at all, but somehow...he’s familiar. Holy shit, he’s like her! In another DIMENSION, there’s someone like her! 

@lcfe // angst / fluff / misc sentence starters ( accepting )

angie has always loved art. ever since she was a little kid, she was constantly drawing, crayons sprawled out across the floor as she scribbled in coloring book after coloring book. markers, pencils, pens, she kept on drawing throughout her entire life, complete with a million sketchbooks, a million style pages, and a few sketchbooks full of all her middle school drawings ( that she’d prefer to burn from her brain ). she isn’t sure what she wants to do with her life, whether or not she really wants to pursue something in the artistic field, but it’s something she throughly ENJOYS no matter what she goes with. 

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