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Ребенок паук

Spider-Man is cool. So cool. Super duper cool. Cooler than ice. Yup, what's cooler than Spider-Man? Nothing, because he's that cool.

That, that was just a hint of Peter's inner dialogue as his spider to spider fanboy words escaped his mouth. Not only had he fallen in front of one of his lifelong heroes but now seemed to be having a silent face off.

Unbeknownst to the younger panicking spider, the infamous Black Widow was hiding a fond look behind a cool facade. She had grown a certain fondness for the smaller spider and his personality.

The small vanilla folder she had read over held no light to the vigilante she had been following. He went out night after night, helping strangers for what seemed like nothing. His only pattern was one of going where he thought he could help. But were those orders, did he have a code? What drove him to swing through the city?

Taking a step towards the vigilante she asked, "Why are you here?"

Peter felt himself freeze as she addressed him, not only addressing him but asking him.

"Spider-Man," her voice was firm, pulling the spider out of his head and back to the present. She might have grown a soft spot for her fellow spider, but she was still an adventurer and he was still a vigilante Furt had an eye on.

"I uh-, could you repeat the question?" He could feel himself growing restless, feeling the need to move and hide from her piercing look, yet he stood froze.

"Why are you out in these streets night after night? Why do you plunge yourself  into the streets of New York, to help just anyone you come across?" She took a step closer, "Do you get orders from someone? What do you gain from any of this?"

Peter was suddenly glad for his mask, as he felt himself freezes [he goes stoic], "I have to. I have the ability to help others, so if I don't help others, that's on me."

After his words left him, he felt his face flame. He had never told anyone why he did this, (no one had ever asked).

"Uhh sorry, Ms widow! I didn't mean to ramble-" words flew out of the primary colored spider. The older was surprisingly amused by the other spider.

Natasha felt her heart grow as the young spider rambled on. These last few years had been some of the best of her life. And honestly, if everything came crumbling down, she knew she had more than a few memories she could hold with her. And meeting the little spider was quickly finding its place in the lineup.

Spider-Man paused in his rambling, "Am I-?" His voice was uneven, he coughed into his hand, "Am I in trouble? Like, are you following me to... take me in?"

She shook her head, "No Ребенок паук, I will not be turning you in. You are a good person."

Peter felt his cheeks grow warm as one of Earth's Mightiest hero's, one of his heroes, said he was a good person. Then he blinked, "Rebnok Paul?"

She could only smile at the butchering of the word, "Ребенок паук, it means "little spider,""

Before Peter could react, he felt a light buzz. Then he heard the myriad of sirens go off.

He looked at her, "I had a fun time Miss Widow, but I, uh, have to go,"

"Go Ребенок паук,"

And with Peter jumped off the building, showing a web and heading towards the danger.

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If I was to add a bad guy, whoms't should it be? Maybe a more spiderman villain, but hey go ham if you want.