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P.s - I tried really hard to get this right, but I still feel iffy about this chapter. Pls try to read till the 2nd beforedecidingits worth, thank you!!
SPIDER-MAN WAS BEING obnoxiously jumpy today.
He flung over the buildings in a careless fashion as Enigma watched, his eyes twitching and mouth running. Enigma rolled her eyes — again — as she attempted to help out. They usually worked quite seamlessly despite never exchanging a word, but today, he was being the pesky little insect he was using the voice that had never passed puberty — and he was being extra. Very extra.
It was like he'd won the lottery, to put it simply.
Every single time she tried to stop a petty crime that day, he came in with a smooth conversation and webbed them to a wall, and Parker had stopped saying thank you. And now, she didn't even try, simply taking this as time to practice while she tried to ignore the boy's whoops and shouts that floated over the small city of Queens. Grass and dandelions brushed up her ankles like a kiss as she attempted to turn a daisy into a sunflower -- her favorite flower.
Except it didn't work. And she was back to crumbling grass.
"How are you doing? You good, you good, and you? Have a nice day -- try Delmar's, he's amazing! Hey, what're you doing -- oh okay, sorry. Just making sure you aren't a criminal." Enigma picked up two dandelions and wondered if shoving them into her ears would help.
She vaguely noticed he was coming closer to the small field she sat at, skidding closer and closer...
It wasn't until he inevitably plopped down next to her in all his spandex glory that steam actually began to rise from her ears. "What do you want?" she asked, the voice changer in her mask carefully hiding her mid-tone voice.
He picked at the grass, which Enigma subconsciously turned one into a dandelion. Spider-Man stopped, confused, and placed his hands in his lap as if worried he would turn into a dandelion. His face resembled that of a frightened toddler and Enigma's lip quirked up. "Um, so I know we haven't really talked but I feel like we're the same age and something really really cool happened yesterday, and yeah my face kinda hurts right now but I wanna say—"
Enigma almost smacked her hand over his mouth, wondering what he wanted. It seemed he had won some sort of lottery, and was dying to tell someone all about it — and Enigma didn't want to sit there and let her ears bleed from an overdose of talking.
"Spider-Boy." His white eyes narrow in offense. "I cannot be your therapist."
"Oh, I don't need a therapist." He gets all jumpy again and Enigma cannot get the image of an excited two-year-old out of her mind. "Just someone to... rant to? Yeah." Parker stayed quiet — definitely not a sign to keep talking but he didn't know that. "So, Mr. Stark was like 'Underoos!' and I was like, 'hey that's me!' and I swung in and I stole Captain America's shield..."
