Black Webs

Dancing Queen

"In the chill of your stare I am painfully lost,
like a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus,
for the thrill of your touch I will shamefully lust, as you tell me we're nothing but trouble."

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S t i l e s

"This has got to be some sort of cosmic joke. The bad guys really need to work on their timing, I was just getting somewhere with Lydia freaking Martin, you know!"

Stiles complained, he sounded petulant, even to his own ears, but it remained a fact that everything else seemed to matter less when he was with Lydia.

Scott rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry that probable mortal danger got in the way of your date, but I saw something when I'd gone down the hall to go to the bathroom, there are people here - others, definitely didn't look like students or teachers,"

Stiles frowned. "Really though, why would criminals want to attack a stupid school dance?"

Scott shook his head, "Maybe they're after Coach, I hear he used to deal drugs, and honestly, who doesn't want to punch the guy?" Stiles flashed him a get-real look and Scott shrugged, "Beats me, man. All I know is that it's worth checking out. If something's going on, I need to keep Allison a hundred miles away from it. Not to mention your precious Lydia's in the building,"

Stiles' eyes widened. "Along with five-hundred something innocent party-goers, gosh. I'm on it. If there's really something -" Scott cut him off and tossed him a black backpack that had been lying against the wall. "Your suit's in there," Stiles was grateful that he had a buddy like Scott there for him at all times, but sometimes, he felt like smacking his best friend upside the head.

"You left an unmanned black backpack just lying in plain sight at a Spring Formal? Do you know how suspicious that looks? What if someone decided to take a peek?" realization painted Scott's features, but all he said was, "Let's be glad nobody did." As Stiles rolled his eyes and hurried out of the hall.

He shoved past the double doors that led into the school hallway which was shrouded in shadows, allowing for nothing but darkness except for the little bars of moonlight that shone through the tiny windows above the lockers.

Stiles took a step, gingerly, attempting to be as covert as possible. He could almost hear the Pink Panther theme song ringing in his head as he pushed on forward. The hallway was quiet, almost too quiet, except for the dull thumping of the music system in the hall room reverberating through the walls. Somehow, he made his way towards the boy's bathroom without incident, swiftly slipping out of his tux, struggling with the tie for a few languid seconds before progressively hopping up and down to pull the pants off.

Once he was in the familiar spandex outfit, Stiles shoved his clothes into the backpack and hid it in one of the toilets. He yanked the mask out and gave himself a quick look in the mirror before putting it on. Once it was on, Stiles wasn't Stiles anymore.

The person looking back at him was a different person altogether. This wasn't skinny, dorky Stiles Stilinski - school late comer, class clown and a disappointment of a son. This was Spiderman, well known vigilante, city protector, an incognito behind a shroud. He wasn't very fond of the nickname, Spiderman, it was a little too on-the-nose for his tastes, but somehow, it had stuck, and he couldn't imagine being called anything else after that. Spiderman sped out of the bathroom and shuffled about the school hallway. Was there really something going on? If Scott was wrong about this, he was going to pay dearly for interrupting his time with Lydia. His spider senses weren't tingling all that much, not as much as usual.