#onspots

                        ❛     i’m sensing a  common theme  here. i mean, between you, me, n’ ant man  ---  we could start our own  BUG BAND.  y’get it?     ❜  he’ll forgive himself for the habitual  MISTAKE  of labelling spiders   bugs   for the sake of the funnies. 

            She’s white hot-- it’s the first thing he notes when she collapses into his outstretched arms. Her fever leeches through the slick of her suit and sets fire to his own skin beneath black leather. It sends a shard of concern straight through his heart like a spike, just as effectively as a close call with any akuma might. The weight of his exhausted limbs and the burning in his tired muscles is all but forgotten in an instant as he bends to scoop her up, one arm brace around her shoulder blades while the other cradles the cusp of her knees like a Princess.

            ❝–hang in there, milady. Don’t                        turn into a pumpkin just yet.❞

            He whispers jokingly against the delicate shell of her ear, sharp viridian gaze flicking left and right in pursuit of some sort of solution. The only thing he knows for certain in that moment is that he needs to get her away from here-- away from the crowd and the cameras and the cold winter air. Propelling himself forward and bracing her against his chest, he takes a running leap over the park fence to give himself enough momentum to make it up over the roof of the nearest building. Long, lean strides carry him over the handful of apartments and shopping complexes until he feels he’s put enough distance between they and the general public to slow his pace on the roof of the Hotel Pont Royal.

            Slipping over the edge of the roof and keeping her safe ensconced against his chest, he slips down the rungs of the fire escape and into the aperture of an unlocked window, closing it behind him to keep the chill in the wind away. An unoccupied suite with check in times at least several hour away, it wasn’t likely that she would be bothered here. Hiking her up higher into his arms and keeping her frame sturdy against his, he crossed the threshold and pulled back the neatly turned-down covers of the plush bed to settle her in-- just in time to hear their miracle stones relinquish another harrowing blip, signifying that another minute of their time left together had come to a close. How badly he wished he could remain and tend to her instead, but... this was the best he could manage in their current and quite sticky situation. 

            Clawed fingertips brushed her sweat-drenched bangs back from her spotted mask, and he sweeps back into the bathroom before returning with a cold compress he’d soaked in the sink to drape it over her forehead in hope of combating the fever. By the time he’s poured her a glass of water to set to the nightstand and tucked her in, his ring’s resonated another beep, earning a grimacing smile from behind the slate guise of his mask.

Just what he needed: a meddling little bug coming to the rescue. As always, he mused to himself. Oh well; he figures one minor setback won’t get in his way.