No Labels ~ H. Brown

two!

7:38 am on a Wednesday morning

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Hobie bit into the toasted waffle as he walks around the kitchen.

It was peaceful and quite with in the loft. The only thing that could be heard was the traffic below and the soft hum of the AC.

He didn't like that.

Hobie walks over to the shelf of CDs and cassette tapes with the half eaten waffle hanging between his teeth.

Pushing his hair back he squats to look through the music, flipping through the CDs until he finds the one he wants.

Standing upright, he places the CD onto its drive and pushes play.

It's takes a second before the song starts to play. He smiles as he turns the music up louder.

So loud that it practically began to shake the window that the player sat in front of.

Sitting up quickly, Nez looks around her room as she hears the music playing full blast.

Noticing the song that was playing, her panic turned into annoyance. Groaning annoyed, she flings back her covers and stands to her feet.

"Hobie!" She yelled as she opened her door. Hobie turns and smiles at her. Nez's hair was in her silk bonnet and her face was bare.

His favorite variation of her.

"Well good mornin' to you too sweet heart," he teases as he walks up to her. Nez frowned as she rubbed her face.

"Why are you blasting music at 7 am?" She says over the music. Hobie shrugs as he takes another bite of his waffle.

"Why weren't you already blasting music at 7 am?" He asks her sarcastically. Nez rolls her eyes as she takes his waffle and walks over to the stereo.

She turns off the music and eats the rest of Hobie's breakfast.

"What's this? New designs?" Hobie asks as he looks at Nez's fashion book on her counter.

Before he can look through it, Nez rushes over to him and closes it. "No peaking,"

Hobie smirks.

"If you have nasty doodles of me in there you can just say that," he teases.

She smacks her lips annoyed and walks away with her book. "Dream on,"

She places the book in a drawer and looks at him. "If you want to see them, I have my final show in two days. I'd like for you to be there because these pieces are special to me,"

Hobie smiles as he approaches her. "I can try. You know I love seeing your designs, especially after you designed my suit for me,"

When Nez found out about his identity as Spider-Man, she made him a suit, curated to his street style.

She made a lot of the clothes he currently wore when he was "off duty"

He knew her designs were already going to be show stopping.

Nez sighs. "Please be there. Be Hobie for one night for me please. This is very important for me. This could be my break in the industry,"

"I'll be there, you have my word,"

Nez looks up at him. He could tell she didn't believe him. He understood why. But this time he meant it.

Hobie puts his hands on her shoulders and squeezes them softly. "I promise,"

He never said the word promise. He knew that he was never able to keep promises due to who he was secretly. So for him to say the word to Nez, it was clearly a big deal.

"This means the world to you and I am telling you I will be there. The city can wait one night while I be Hobie for you,"

Nez smiles before hugging him tightly.

She was beyond ecstatic about him making this promise to her, but, in the back of her mind she held the doubt.

She knew there would be a chance he could break his promise to her and not show, but that would be something she'd deal with if the time came.

"I've been working so hard on these pieces, I really think these scream Brooklyn," Nez says as she lets go of him and walks back to the drawer and picks up the book.

"I have a few finishing touches I need to do before the show, but other wise they are done and ready for the run way," Nez says

Hobie smiles.

He never smiled much. It was always faked or it was a sarcastic smirk. But with her, Hobie was genuine.

He wore the mask to protect his identity from villains and from the city. He wore a second one when he was around the other Spiders as well.

But wish Nez he wore no mask at all. He just kept his distance.

"With that being said I do have to go run a few errands and stop by the school to at least brainstorm the last touches. Then I'll stop by the market on my way back, so if you'd like to stay you can. There's more than enough food and I'll bring back stuff to make an early dinner,"

Nez walks into her room, still speaking as Hobie follows.

"Just please shower before you lay in the bed," she teases as she looks over at him. Hobie salutes her. "Aye aye captain,"

Nez rolls her eyes smiling as she finishes getting dressed and takes her hair out of her bonnet.

"If you need to save the city please close the window," she says before walking over to him. "No promises,"

Hobie kisses her quickly before she grabs her book and her side bag. "I'll see you in  a few hours,"

Now he was alone.

He walks over to the window and watches Nez join the crowd on the sidewalk. Hobie watches her as she walks further and further away.

He turns on the stereo, turning it to max volume and walks to the small island in the kitchen.

Emptying out his pockets on the counter, he gets to work on the goober he had began to put together.

All the parts clearly stolen from Miguel's lab.