1964-06-01 - Night Flights
Summary: Carol was feeling depressed, so went looking for the rumored Spiderling, er Spider-Boy… er…
Related: 'None'
Theme Song: The Temptations - The Way You Do The Things You Do
carol-danvers peter 


It's been a good day for Peter Parker, the Spectacular Spider-man, at least. He got some pretty darn good positive feedback from one of his professors. He was able to finagle JJJ up a few extra bucks so he might be able to afford to get Aunt May something nice for her birthday, and he actually paid his rent on time for once. Then he got in some swing time in the early evening and was able to stop a runaway truck, caught a guy who was stealing shopping bags out front of Macy's. Heck, he even managed to get back a runaway balloon for a little kid in Times Square.

Yup, it's been a pretty good day, so decent that it's hard to imagine somebody feeling down. The sun's set and the city's lights are shining bright… even though they blot out the stars with all that ambient light. Still. Pretty nice evening all told.

That positivity is almost visible in the way Spider-Man flips over a city bus, swinging under an overpass with an acrobatic flip and then thwipping a webline up to a nearby building. He's little more than a red and blue blur in the middle of traffic. Most people don't notice him, not even that elderly gentleman who is stepping off into traffic at the wrong moment, his head in the newspaper he's reading.

/Thwip!/ A webline snares him from behind and pulls him back just as that bus roars by. "Easy there, chief." Spidey's voice is heard with a bit of a doppler effect as he swings by.

Yeah, today's a pretty good day.

*

Captain Marvel is on patrol, a streak of golden light trailing behind her as she is looking for something, anything to get her mind off of earlier events. Then she looks down, seeing the thwip! of the webbing. Her eyebrow arches behind the domino mask, as she dims the lights, so to speak, circling down towards the Spiderling. On the bright side, she's not looking to blast him… on the other, she isn't exactly coming in peace, either, her guard being up as she's read all the stories.

*

There's no malice in her at the moment, and she's not aiming to attack… not yet at least. So his spider-sense doesn't trigger. Instead she has a bird's eye view of his progression through traffic and over the crowds, between the skyscrapers. He's this circus performer whose every movement is precise and perfect, utilizing the world as his trapeze and doing so a split second faster than the eye can follow.

She'll watch him grab a flag pole off the side of a building and swing around it a few times. Then he perches atop it and /leaps/ off, snaring the corner of the building with one hand and using it to shift direction, his legs scissoring and turning him in mid-air.

Today is so good that he's even able to perch there on the edge of a rooftop looking down over the crowd moving back and forth in Time's Square. And somebody spots him, shouting. "Hey it's Spidey!" A few people point.

"Hey guys!" Spider-Man waves back and for once… for /once/ the guys in the crowd don't shout menace up at him. Instead a woman hollars, "Keep it up, webhead!"

"I will! Thanks!" He perches on the balls of his feet and rests his arms on his bent knees, taking a deep breath. For a moment he just lets it all sink in.

*

Captain Marvel flies up quietly by Spider-Man as he swings, and grins, "So, you /are/ real." Okay, so it's a little mean to sneak up on someone like that, but she is in a bit of a weird mood, and needs to relieve some stress. If that's by making this Spiderling guy jump a bit, so be it.

Plus, he's a guy, he probably did something to deserve it anyway, right? Though, she does feel a little envious of someone actually having a good day today.

*

Spinning to face her, Spider-Man's white eyelets widen with a faint mechanical whir even as he hops back and ducks behind the edge of the rooftop so only his head is visible. "Ack!"

But then he looks at her again, "Oh hey. You." He says as if he recognized her. Which he doesn't. Slowly he crawls back up the side of the building to retake his place perched on the edge of it, that small wall surrounding the rooftop. "Yeah. I'm real. Really real. Really really real." He nods his head, "So uhh, who are you?"

*

Captain Marvel blinks a bit, as she isn't quite used to /that/ reaction, and flies around to hover near Spidey's perch, staying at a level where she's eye level for him to converse, "I'm Captain Marvel." She tilts her head, "And you're the Spiderling… or, Spider-Guy? Spider-Boy?" Not exactly the most flattering set of names, those… but then again, the Bugle isn't known for being a reliable source of Spider-Info.

*

"Oh wait, I think… wait… nope. Lost it. Captain Marvel." The Spider-Man cocks his head to the side as he looks at her sidelong, curiousity evident in his manner if not in his hidden facial features. One hand lifts and uncurls in her direction, gesturing towards her. "There was a news article about you and with some other guys? Doing some heroic stuff."

There's a beat and then he admits a little embarassedly, "Sorry. I don't really read the paper too often. I only have so many tears to weep into my pillow." But then he rolls to his feet, standing his full and not so considerable height opposite her, all five foot eight of him. At this range he looks thin, wiry, well-muscled like a swimmer most likely but rather… young.

"And please, Spider-Boy is my son. You can call me Spider-Man."

*

Captain Marvel grins a bit, actually taller than Spider-B… Man. Though she hovers to the point where they look the same height. "Well, it used to be Warbird, but I decided a change was in order. But yeah, I've been busy now and again with the team."

Carol blinks at the mention of the paper, then snickers a bit, unable to help herself, "Did you welch on a subscription or something? Web the editor's car into a tree?" She shakes her head, "I mean, I was half expecting to have to stop you or something here." She sounds pretty confident that she could do exactly that.

*

"Well, actually. Funny story that." He seems about to say something but then turns his head to the side. If she could see his features she'd see the frown, but really all she can tell is his mask twists slightly. Spider-Man holds one hand up towards her as he cocks his head to the side. "Umm…"

From her point of view Spider-Man's suddenly fallen quiet. From his point of view the jangle of his spider-sense is too loud to talk over. He says quickly, "I once webbed him to the ceiling by his underwear, but one sec."

With that said he's suddenly /running/ straight towards the side of the building and swan-dives straight off. There's no warning to it, no hint he was about to do such a thing. Just one moment chatty, then the next suicidal.

But if she gets there in time and looks over she'll see him breaking the descent of his fall by flipping from one window to the next, catching a flag pole, dropping to a street light…

In time for a man with a gun to spring around the corner down there in the middle of the square. He's looking over his shoulder and fleeing at speed, and Spidey's heading straight for him.

*

Captain Marvel suddenly bolts into action, flying after Spidey as she swerves around the building, angling down towards Spidey. Though, she slows up a bit as she sees the situation. Probably looking to see what Spidey does, as she hovers in a ready position…

And well, there's worse things to be than a backup right now, as she looks curious as to how Spidey's going to handle this.

*

This level of crime isn't really what the Avengers were formed to fight against. This is the grunt work of the vigilante sphere. But for a person like Peter Parker, this is his bread and butter, and one thing is clear… he's good at it.

It's barely a moment as the guy pushes over a small cart a woman is pushing, then barrels into a news stand before breaking into a straight run down the sidewalk. It's just a skittering flight of panic by the gunman and what he's fleeing from isn't obvious as nobody seems to be chasing him, at least not right now. Though he is clutching a wrapped package in his arms.

"Excuse me, do you have a hall pass?" He asks even as he lands on that lamp post above and fires two weblines at the man running. One snares the gun and snaps it out of his hand as Spidey yanks his arm back, then the other grabs the guy right by the back of his jeans. Spider-Man leaps off the other side of the lamppost and holds onto the webline, /yoinking/ the gunman into the air with the hero in red and blue as the counterweight. He ties up the other end of the line and leaves the gunman spinning by his own pants.

For a moment, Spider-Man rests his fists on his hips and looks up at the guy, "I call this one, the web-wedgie." He then looks around for Carol, just in case she didn't hear it. He's not above repeating himself.

*

Carol actually did hear it, though she actually flew down to help the woman with her cart, picking that back up with a smile. Then she flies over to hover next to Spidey, and laughs softly, "An apt name. Cute trick, too. Very handy." She glances over at Spider-Man, "You definitely have a bit of an irreverent streak, don't you?" Not that she seems to mind, as she does leave a trail of light motes behind her… sparkles, almost.

*

"Aww c'mon buddy, lemme down. Can't you just lemme go this once?"

"Sorry, fella. I let you go once, then I gotta let everyone else go once and bam. I doubled my workload." Spidey shakes his head.

"Is that what's it's called, irreverent?" Spider-Man asks Carol as she approaches then lifts a hand and splays the fingers a bit as another bit of webbing catches the thief's hands, to prevent him from escaping. He then walks to the side, placing a hand against the wall there and starting to climb up the side of a building, still talking to her easily. "I thought it was called being a wisecracking smart-butt."

*

Captain Marvel chuckles, flying slowly up to match Spidey's wall-crawling pace, content to follow along as she says, "Well, I was being polite, wisecracker." She grins, quite a few people stopping to watch the pair of heroes ascending the building. Though certainly the Bugle will probably say something about how the nefarious Spider-Man was mind controlling Captain Marvel through pheremones or something.

*

Long ago Spider-Man stopped trying to guess possible headlines for the pics he hands off to J. Jonah. But there'll probably be one of her and Spider-Man and a caption about how she tried to peacefully get him to turn himself in. Though at this point, who knows? Yet any possible photos are foiled by the point they reach the top of the roof and he flips back up to… pretty much where they were only moments ago before the gunman was running.

Looking around for a moment, he cants his head back towards her as she floats up on those sparkles. "So let me guess, you're tired of hanging out with all the cool kids and now you decided to slum it with us B-listers." He sits on that same perch as before and looks at her, "Or maybe I'm being too generous. C-listers?"

*

A soft laugh at that, "Not exactly… had to get out and it's been a while since I actually flew on a real patrol. With everything going on, it's just been too busy." So then she actually takes a seat on the edge of the building, looking out over the city, "Besides, had a bit of a rough day. So it was either this or devour an entire pizza by myself. I chose this." She then grins wryly at Spidey, "Though, I haven't ruled out the pizza."

*

"Depends, what kind of pizza?" Spider-Man rests his arms on his knees and then laces his fingers together, looking thoughtful. "Pepperoni with mushrooms and extra cheese is my own particular flavor of poison I prefer." He glances away a bit, absently in the direction of the docks as if recalling a favored hangout. He looks back, "That is when I'm not munching up a good hot dawg." He pronounces the last word at length, as if to say daaawwwwwwug.

But then he looks back towards her, "But bad day? Failed to stop another alien invasion? Are we living on borrowed time? It's ok, you can tell me. I promise not to panic." A beat, then he adds. "Much."

*

Captain Marvel snorts, "Ah, got dumped this afternoon." Wait, what? She gives Spidey a wry look, "For all the cosmic power, I'm just as vulnerable to that kinda thing as anyone else. Worst part was, I could see it coming and it still took me by surprise." A long sigh at that, then she hmms, "Pepperoni, mushrooms, extra cheese? That does sound pretty good, though." Thoughts of pizza dangle in her mind with that prompt, lips quirking in a wry expression.

*

The brow of his mask furrows a bit as he shifts his weight to one foot, looking terribly skeptical. "Wait, some guy dumped you? What is he blind?" Ok that could pass for a compliment… maybe. But then he goes on, "I mean… did he break up with you because he's trying to spare you the pain of realizing he is intensely stupid and pushing you away before you find out the truth?"

He shakes his head and holds up his hands as if he can't handle it, or understand it. "That's all sorts of crazy. I mean, who did he dump you for? Some sort of Female of Platonian Ideal?" His big brain might show a little bit with that comment, but then again maybe not.

*

Carol laughs at that, "Actually… he dumped me for his work. Said he didn't have time for me, or a relationship." She eyerolls a bit at that, "Not that I was clingy, quite the opposite really. I have my own things to do." Though as Spidey piles on the compliments, she does actually blush a bit, cheeks going a touch red as she grins, "But thanks. I appreciate it. Really."

*

"Ooh." Spider-Man's shoulders hunch in a bit as he winces, "Oh that's tough. When a guy says that it's never good." There's a shake of his head as he crinkles his nose behind that whole head mask. "Well, if it's any consolation I once was dumped by a gal for a guy with six arms." He spreads his hands again, as if trying to explain the craziness of the world. "So there's that."

"But really, that stinks. But you really shouldn't worry. I'm sure the fellas are gonna line up around the block just to ask if they can buy you a cup of coffee."

*

Captain Marvel quirks a wry grin, "Six arms? You just weren't Spider enough for her, huh? Personally, I think they'd all get in the way." She chuckles, "And well, I don't know if I'm going to worry about dating anytime soon… it's a bit hard as it is, with this kind of lifestyle. I'm sure you know what it's like."

*

"His whole schtick was a cephalop… you know, nevermind." Spider-Man leans to the side and then shakes his head, "Dating?" He chuffs a chuff of disbelief at her and shakes his head again. "If there is one thing that eludes me time and time again it is comprehension of the feminine mind."

Gesturing with one hand towards her, Spider-Man begins to regale her with his tales of failure. "I mean yeah, it's tough. And the whole secret identity thing is a killer. Which I imagine you don't have to deal with since you're all a big muckety muck. But not being able to tell people, and then being /chronically/ late. I mean all the time, my schedule is completely all over the place."

Spider-Man grimaces behind the mask and then rolls to his feet as he paces along the edge of the rooftop, his balance perfect as he moves. "And then I'm always thinking about this stuff, and zoning out. And heaven forfend if you forget a birthday, or a holiday."

*

Captain Marvel laughs, and nods, "Oh, I /know/. I mean, my identity is secret too, at least to most people." She glances over at Spidey, "And you can be in the middle of something when all of a sudden mutant apes are overrunning Central Park… right in the middle of doing laundry too." Well, that was definitely a fun time, for sure. "Or even if you just want to get a bagel and some cold-villain starts trying to freeze everyone on the street… that whole responsibility thing."

*

"Exactly," Spider-Man says as he glances back over his shoulder, down towards the side of the street. The blue and red lights of a police vehicle are visible from his perch, the two patrolman starting to wrangle the gunman down from his spider-wedgie.

Looking back to her he holds down into a rather casual cartwheel that ends with him crawling up the large television antenna atop this rooftop, letting him look down on her for once. "So really I've sort of given up on it mostly." Of course he makes no mention of what has passed before, of Gwen, of the added responsibility.

*

Carol chuckles, "Well, it's definitely something I'm not really thinking of continuing anytime soon." She shakes her head, looking at the cops below with a wry expression as they struggle to get the gunman down from his web-wedgie. "Definitely was pretty damn hurtful this time around, and I've got my own responsibilities to handle."

*

"Well, if you choose some guy in a cape, at least you'll have some understanding for what he goes through." Spider-Man maintains his balance on that antenna with one foot against the base and one hand holding onto the length of it, swinging around slooooowly, like a toy jester on the end of a stick.

"But tell you what, you start feeling down, come on by. If you bring a pizza with you I'll talk to you a bit. And voila, the world will seem a better place. Alright? Alright." He says that as if it's decided, ever so cleverly plotting to get himself some free pizza.

*

Captain Marvel snorts, "This /was/ a guy in… well, not a cape, but you get the idea." She grins and rises to a hover, "And well, I could think of worse things than sharing a pizza with a known menace to society. Like still going out with the now-ex." A wry expression on her face, she then looks at Spidey, giving him a wave, "But, I'm sure I'll see you around, Spider-Man." And with that, she takes off, a low grade sonic *BOOM* in her wake… not enough to shatter glass, but it definitely leaves an impression on any bystanders!

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