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SPIDER SENSES TINGLING...

🕷 ⊰ annoying. of all the places he could be, he just had to be with deadpool. it’s not ever intentional, but considering the other had tendencies correlating with murder, it’s only a given that daehyun was there to prevent it. the vigilante’s patience is now rather thin, and only skinning smaller with each encounter. but it’s inevitable, he supposes. as long as deadpool continues with his antics, spider-man will never see the last of him. it’s just how he is. 

“you know, i’m sure we both wish i could ignore you.” with a sigh leaving his throat, he’s craning his neck as if to stretch the muscles. it’s going to be a really long day, after all. “can’t you just, i don’t know, babysit, for a living?”

🕷 ⊰ okay, no panicking. no, no, no panicking. but he can’t help it. he’s already close to sweating. with his eyes keen on the other’s every move, scrutinizing the boy much too precisely to be anything but suspicious, daehyun finally swallows. his throat’s drier than usual. he wants to shove the boy out of his room, but that’d be rude. and even more suspicious. so at this point, he could either accept the claim as a pervert, OR reveal his identity. he’s not sure which is worse. his brows wrinkle together as his frame tenses from the possibility of the other swinging the drawer open anytime soon. perhaps that isn’t the best hiding place for his mask, but he was tired the night before and it hadn’t dawned on him that he’d be getting visitors. at least not a nosy one.

“no-- it’s not that-- no, definitely, definitely not that--” okay, great. now how else could he convince the boy that the drawer’s not worth investigating? “look-- it’s-- it’s just, like, homework. yeah-- yeah it’s homework. a lot of math and stuff. you know, i just, have each assignment in a specific order, and i don’t want it all misplaced-- you understand, right?” something in him has an undermining feeling that taemin wouldn’t buy a story like that, but since daehyun’s a terrible liar, he couldn’t take it back now. so he presents a smile, as if that’d help persuade the other in giving up.

＊ A STARTER FOR @vigilandae !

“If I had superpowers.. I’d like the ability to fly,” she said, looking up as they walked, her hands clasped together on her back. “That way, I’d be able to just zoom to wherever I need to be, avoiding all sorts of traffic.”

@vigilandae liked a starter call and got a starter!

After rolling on her bed for fifteen minutes straight, she gave up and found herself standing behind her friend’s door, waiting for him to open it so they could go on an adventure together. In other words; for a walk and find a grocery store to buy food for them later on. Sure, she could have stayed on her bed, continued with her rolling and wait for the Sandman to put her sleep but where was the fun in that? Besides, Chaeyeong was sure her friend had nothing better than to do. For example, sleeping wasn’t important to a student after long school days. And nighttime was the best time for her to move around; fewer people around and no one wouldn’t notice her even though just in case, she had a mask covering half of her facial features.

        ❛Yaaah, I know you’re awake so open the door. It’s cold!❜ Another banging on the door with her palm happened when it didn’t seem to open as fast as she believed it would. The young female wasn’t exactly sure of Daehyun being awake but she hoped so and after her banging the door, she was sure the male was awake.

🕷 ⊰ something’s not right. but he can’t exactly fathom what it is, at least, not until he’s bypassing his apartment building. the familiar voice distracts him, and as a result, he practically swings into the wall of some other complex. face first. everything else follows. come on, his reflexes are supposed to be better than this. and they are, but once his head’s unscrewed, so are they. groaning, he’s itching to rush towards the voice, but knows she’s going to question him-- especially since he’s clad in spandex. so he does what he knows best-- he hides it, latching onto the wall of the building his room’s situated in and mounting it, avoiding the side she’s perched at at all costs. 

송– ☁ !      HAZEL WAS ONLY PARTLY SHOCKED once the other had landed beside her – and he had landed, probably swinging in from one fight or another – merely turning her head to look toward him before he struck up a conversation like it was the most natural thing in the world to travel by web. but she wasn’t about to question it. while she had missed the first few words of his, the intern had gathered that he was detailing the criminals he had just helped to put away. it was interesting, surely, and she shared that she believed this, but also …

“ life moves pretty fast. if you don’t stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it. ”

     she isn’t really sure why she says this, but the words are already out before she can reconsider them — which gives her cause to do so afterward. maybe she said this because she was concerned with his mortality … if he spent too much time moving from one fight to another, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy the time in-between without anticipating another battle. or maybe he wouldn’t have the time at all.

     she can tell her words give him pause – the vigilante that was energetically bouncing on his heels on the newsstand slowed, slowed, stopped. though she can’t see his face, she can imagine an expression blank with reflection, before he begins to nod in agreement with her words. he knows, then. that not even he is immune to the immeasurable force of time. 

     “ namsan tower? ” now it’s her turn to pause, lips pursed as she mulls it over. she had only come out tonight to get a breath of fresh air after meeting with a client, and while she had indeed never been to the top of the tower, she isn’t certain if she wants that to change tonight. ultimately, however, her near-grimace splits into a smile. “ …yeah, yeah, sure. why not? i won’t hurl up on you, pinky swear. ”

🕷 ⊰ it’s not like he does this often, but he wants to. to slip on his suit and just do the things he’d do even if he were out of it-- like not crime-fighting, but just... hanging out. just being a normal human being doing normal stuff. but it’s different in that aspect. he doesn’t have the courage, or the capability, to just surface a conversation with his glasses on. perhaps it’s the anonymity that he fell in love with, or the transparency. the way no one could see him through his mask, or him at all. like he’s not even there. and if they can’t see him, they can’t find something to laugh about. they can’t find anything to hurt.

she amuses him though, and he cracks into a laugh, nearly clapping his hands together, but it’s too loose to make a sound. “whoa? pinky swearing? that’s a big commitment you’re making there. but hey, i’ll take it.” hopping off the newspaper stand, he scouts the city a bit from where he stands, just for the general direction of where the tower perches. and then his arm circles around her waist, hiking her up to him with a firm grasp before he projects a thread of webs off towards the nearest building, “all right, you ready? the shortcut’s a little windy!”

God. Again with the fucking Spiderbrat. Couldn’t the kid just leave him alone? Why did he have to be so damn involved in Seokmin’s business? It wasn’t like the mercenary was out killing random civilians– The people he got hired to kill were more often than not criminals themselves. Sometimes they weren’t, but that didn’t occur all too often. What was the big deal? Didn’t Spider-Man hunt down criminals as well? Letting out a sigh, the assassin turned pivoted around, rolling his eyes underneath his mask. “Awww… Did the itsy bitsy spider get his feewings hurt?” He spoke in a sing-song voice, pouting. “And I already told you, you little brat– I don’t like the word ‘kill’. Please say ‘un-alive’ instead. You hashtag-triggered! me. Is that what the kids say these days? I don’t know, the only websites I usually go on are those of an adult nature, if you know what I mean--” 

Letting out an obnoxious laugh, he stepped a bit closer, surveying the male. Just who did Spider-Man think he was? He had to know that Deadpool could easily overpower him. Sure, the merc didn’t have fancy little abilities like the hero did, but he had training. He was raised to be a fighter. Not to mention, that little healing factor of his came in rather handy quite often. He remained quiet for a few moments, before he finally spoke. “Listen, kid.” Gone from his voice was any trace of the sarcasm from before. Instead, the male’s voice was deep and gravely, and somewhat ominous. “The world isn’t a fucking sunshiney and happy place. People don’t stop being bad just because you want them to. People don’t change who they are just because you want them to. People don’t fucking ‘stay put’ just because you want them to.” 

Without even noticing, he had begun to start pacing circles around the other, with one of his guns spinning circles in his hand. “There’s no good in this world. Not all of us get to be a prissy little hero like you. Some of us didn’t have options. Some of us didn’t have a choice. Some of us were bred this way. We never got to choose what ‘side’ we wanted to take. Now–” He paused, slowly raising the firearm up, pointing it at the vigilante, “–Give me my sword back, or you get a bullet between your eyes. Don’t try anything funny. I’m faster than you, and I have amazing aim. Unless you’re like me, I’m pretty sure having a piece of metal lodged in your brain is going to be quite the hindrance. Now. Drop it. Or die– Your choice. I don’t really care either way.”

🕷 ⊰ that’s not fair. he’s speechless, but he still refuses to withdraw. if anything, the other only enraged him, so much that he tenses. it’s this again. it’s this misunderstanding that he could never seem to escape from. it’s like high school, and college, and every instance of skepticism in the street. tossing the blade into the air, he immediately webs it to the nearest lamp post before spewing another string of webs at deadpool’s handgun and snatching it. just to get it out of the way. if the man was that desperate for it back, he could get it himself.

but not so fast. another second passes and the vigilante grabs the man by the collar, pinching his fingertips into the cloth of the other’s suit. and then jerking him down enough so they’re at the same eye level. “you coward.” his tone is rash, and he doesn’t even know why he’s so tense over this matter, but he is. he is because it means something to him. because he didn’t ask to become this spider-mutant that serves justice for people-- but he’s capable of it, and that’s why he does it. that’s why he’ll never be able to stop. “we all have a choice. sure, some of us may not decide we wanted to have superhuman strength, or start sticking on walls, but we choose how we use what we’re given. no one’s making you kill anybody. that’s what you decided to do. what you chose to do. i don’t care if it’s for money. you can make money doing something else. so don’t you ever-- EVER-- make the excuse that someone chose your side for you.”

SPIDER SENSES TINGLING…

🕷 ⊰ good question. but also kind of easy. at least to him. between the two– it’s quite obvious what his decision would be. but something about it’s also kind of bitter– kind of tragic. worse looks a lot like a monster– like high school. like when he’s ambling down the hall and everyone immediately files away. like dodgeball in gym class and everyone’s aiming specifically at him. like he deserves this. like he’s a monster. and for the longest time, he never really knew why. his reply is delayed though. the question hit some kind of nerve, or maybe he’s just lost in the film of his memories. the question’s not meant to be this deep though. it’s probably just out of curiosity– probably just small talk to the man.

“it’d be worse to live as a monster, i think. once people see you as a monster, it’ll be hard for them to see anything else in you.” he nods as his gaze winds around the buildings before finally landing on the other. the traffic light changes to red and the crowd behind them begins walking across. “i think if i die, i’d want to die as a good person. it doesn’t matter how, or where, just– i’d want to die doing good. just good. what about you, man?”

SPIDER SENSES TINGLING...

🕷 ⊰ carnivals are fun, but he never has the time for them. or time never has him. either way, the only reason he’s there is because a kid’s nearly dangling off one of the rides. loose seatbelt. but that’s easy. just a net or two of the webbing and the kid’s all set for an hour-long ride before it dissolves. of course, the ride only lasts a minute or two though. and any longer than that would have vomit involved. once the vigilante finishes assisting the boy in un-boarding the car, he’s given a ticket for his help. a thanks from the mother.

so he roams. hey, free ticket means a free.... something. he hasn’t figured out what he wants to spend it on yet. of course, he’s open to the idea of donating it as well. but when he comes across a girl who’s about his height, trying to slam a hammer down on one of those weights-- the kind of mini-game that’s rigged all over, but the prizes are too valuable to dismiss, something in him feels bad. 

“yeah, it was worth a shot.”

he finds himself navigating through the surrounding crowd and towards the prop where she stands. “hey, mind if i give it a try?” before the employee could say anything, spider-man already tosses the ticket towards the man and swings the hammer a bit, just to get used to the weight of it. not bad. it’s actually quite airy-- but that’s his mutant side speaking. he turns to the girl one last time now, holstering the hammer over his shoulder, “all right, miss, which one of those stuffed animals am i swingin’ for?”

SPIDER SENSES TINGLING...

🕷 ⊰ he’s never thought of it that way. if anything, how well he eased into slumber was always determined by how tired he was. at least, that’s how he imagines it to be. but when he thinks of himself-- loved is not a term he’d use. of course his aunt’s a main source of that, but somehow, he finds a way to bleed loneliness even within a crowd of people. maybe it’s the misunderstandings, or maybe it’s how everyone deems him as dangerous before any good. but even with those in mind, deadpool is still at least somewhat right. daehyun has been loved before. it’s just been awhile since he’s last remembered how it felt.

his stare on the other man is prolonged, which could only mean he’s studying him. he doesn’t know deadpool too well, but he knows the man’s a murderer. doesn’t know why, or how, but everyone has a reason for who they become. sometimes it’s not who they want to be.

“you sure it’s not your guilty conscious keeping you up? you know, from killing so much people?” he pauses, averting his gaze onto the city below and keeping it there. he doesn’t need the conversation but he supposes he’s doing the right thing. at least the man wouldn’t try slaughtering more people under his watch. not if he’s looking for failure.

“there’s something to love about everyone though. i think you just need to find the right people. you know, people who don’t mind if you talk so much. or people who understand.”

SPIDER SENSES TINGLING...

🕷 ⊰ he misses a lot of things but life isn’t one of them. okay, scratch that. to some degree, the life he sustained before he had been bitten by some sort of enhanced spider had some aspects he actually wouldn’t mind returning to. it was simpler then, but also painful. perhaps because he’s often misunderstood-- often terrorized and secluded from his peers for reasons unknown to him, but even now, it’s not entirely that different. even as spider-man, his life as himself remains somewhat of the same-- just less painful in his own skin, and more in the vigilante’s. physically, anyway. 

he nods though, kind of slow at first, but then it quickens. ultimately, she’s right. life is pretty fast, and he always feels like he’s chasing it-- trying his best to catch up to something that’s incapable of pausing. it doesn’t always work out in his favor, but there are moments where he fits in his skin a little better than the day before. and maybe that’s all he really needs. 

“you know-- you’ve got a point.” he pauses, balancing steadily on the newspaper stand beside the bench she’s on. it’s dark, and it’s quiet, but perhaps she’s outside for the same reason he is. well, not crime-fighting, but just... watching, watching the world fall asleep. “hey, i’ve got an idea-- have you ever seen life from the top of namsan tower? it’s seriously something to see, aaaaand i know a shortcut there. depends if you get nauseated easily though. i just washed this suit, you know.”