Summary:Two Spider-Girls have a chance to meet properly. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Spider-Girl followed… Other Spider-Girl until the black and white suited her stopped, before swinging up to perch next to the other girl. "Okay… So this is kind of complicated. How much did Spider-Man tell you about me?"
As soon as Spider-Girl: Black stops, she's looking to the sky. Her drone is following, which draws a coy smirk to her face. "Arana, en espera." The little drone comes to hover near her shoulder, going into standby mode. Only then does she turn to look at Spider-Girl: Red, with a fist pressed to her hip and sass written in her body language.
"Actually, nothing. We've both been kinda busy."
May tilts her head a bit to one side, relaxing a bit more. "Well… Did you hear about the weirdness at ESU a couple days ago? Some kind of dimensional breach or something. I'm not from this world, and I was at the same demo on my side. Ended up here." She sighs, slumping a bit. "Really kinda sucks."
She hasn't heard of the incident, and though Anya is considering a quick google search, her plans are stalled at the words coming out of May's mouth.
"Wait." A hand comes up, gesturing at the other woman. "Did you say, 'dimensional breach'?" Behind the mask, certainly she's squinting, and what is visible of her face seems amazed. "Wait a sec, are you saying that you're from- from another dimensional plane?" She takes a couple steps forward, staring at May as if she were impossible. "And you're not loco in the head, yeah? So it's really possible?"
"I'm from another universe, yes. I'm pretty sure that there's some kind of time shift between the two? Like in mine, Spider-Man retired sometime around 2000. I kinda became his apprentice after I got my powers, and he's where I got the suit and webshooters. Taught me most of what I know." May straightens up a little again. "So yeah. Other universe. Hence me being Spider-Girl. …And you also apparently being Spider-Girl. …Guess I need to pick a different name if we dont' want this to be really confusing."
"Time shift, no, no no," Anya answers, shaking her hand. "No, it's not that. It's just, you know. Things happen differently. In one world his dad loses his virginity in high school, the other he's a 40 year old virgin, all because Mary Sue didn't wanna… nevermind. It's seriously super complicated."
Now, she can't help but smirk upon realizing that this woman has the same code name as her. She's not worried about that, not yet at least. She walks a bit closer, looking May up and down as if she were something in a laboratory. "Wow. Like… wow! That's…" Her speechlessness, however, allows her empathy to kick in, at which point her expression turns into a frown. "Oh! Oh… my god. So, like… yeah. All of your people… they're gone. I mean, they're still there, they're just not here, and you're here, so they're… kinda gone." She sighs, and shakes her head. "I'm… I'm sorry."
"Pretty much, yeah. I've got my mom and dad, and a baby brother at home. …Just hope they don't think I'm dead or simething. The first night sucked." May sighs, spinning around to sit with her feet hanging off the edge of the roof. "Science isn't all fun and games. And all of my information that I learned from my Spidey might not apply correctly. …Well, secret identities and stuff might, but I'm not going to abuse that unless someone's getting people killed. …Codenames…" She ponders, resting her chin in one hand.
Anya walks up and sits down next to the woman, her own legs swinging over the air. "I mean… can you go back? Is that even possible? I mean, there are… millions. Billions of possible realities out there, if the science holds up, and…" She shakes her head, not wanting to think about that or talk about it.
"Codenames," she agrees, and stares off into the distance in a thoughtful way. "I guess, I didn't… exist back there? Where you're from?"
"I don't know. I'm staying at Spidey's place for now. He seems to know more about the interdimensional stuff than me. I was a bit more of an athlete than a science geek. You know, until…" May gestures towards her suit. "Honestly I'd talk to the Fantastic Fi- Four if I knew how to get in touch and that SHIELD wouldn't decide to lock me up or something. Codenamewise… You probably existed, but either you didn't have powers, or Spidey just didn't tell me about you. There were a lot of Spider-Women. You might have been one of them."
"Yeah," Anya remarks, dubiously in regard to SHIELD. "It's actually pretty damned possible that I just… didn't have powers." She doesn't remark on why, exactly.
Staying at Spidey's place? Anya cocks an eyebrow, visible by how her mask moves. "Wait. You guys aren't…" She suddenly grins, mischievously. "Oh my GOD! Were you an item back home?"
May promptly gags, leaning over the side of the roof. "Hell no! He was at least in his mid forties! He had grey hairs! How old do you think I am!?" She shoots Anya a glare through the lenses of her mask. "Spidey was at the demo in his civilian ID, I was at it in mine on my side. I ended up in a storage closet upstairs on this side, suited up, and went down to see what happened. Spidey showed up a bit after, we got celebratory burgers since nobody died, and I snuck into Midtown High and crashed there for the night. Next day we met up again, and he offered to let me stay in a spare room at his place.
"Well I don't know!" Anya retorts, somewhere between irritated and humored. "I mean, come on, we're enhanced people! I fully intend to look this good when I'm 40." She laughs a little, still smirking. "Besides, older men are kinda hot." Beat. "I met Thor the other day."
"He was like my /Uncle/, Other Spider-Girl." May makes another, slightly more feigned gagging noise. "I think he'd stepped down along with most of the original Avengers back home. Tony Stark is always a dick, though. No matter the universe." She snorts, rolling her eyes. "But no. I got my powers when I was fifteen, and I'm eighteen now. …Do you know if Scarlet Spider's taken?"
"I have no idea," Anya answers, and laughs a little. "I mean, I kinda wanna be a bitch and make you change it, cause this is my universe. But I kinda feel bad that you've lost yours, and you've probably been 'Spider-Girl' a lot longer than I have." She chews on her lip for a moment, then grins. "Fuck it. Neither of us are changing. But when we're in the field? You're Red, and I'm Black. Like Star Wars."
"Three years. But this /is/ your universe." May grins again at Anya's proposal. "You got it. Red Leader, standing by. …We should meet up again sometime, hang out or something. Oh yeah, and…" She pulls a notepad out, scribbling on it before handing it over. "The number to my SPider-phone." She unclips a small cell phone that looks suspiciously like a web cartridge from one shooter and wiggles it before clipping it back in. "A friend made it for me."
Anya reaches down to her hip, and separates the costume. It doesn't have any seams, so how on earth does it do that? Out comes a cell phone, and she punches the number in. "Just wait 'til Spideypants gets you on the Spider-Net. It'll change your world." She pauses, right hand dancing about in the air as if she were typing on an invisible keyboard. Moments later, May's cell phone will receive a text from her burner phone.
"Boom."
May flicks the device open, revealing the classic keypad, and saves Anya's contact details. "You guys have one of those? I only ever just used cell phones. …Maybe my Spidey was a bit behind his times."
"This is a cell phone," Anya explains, flashing the smartphone at May for a moment before shoving it back into her invisible pouch. "And that is Arana." She gestures toward the hovering drone. "Prototype. Designed her myself. Working on the AI and I'm not done with all the enhancements, but the core functionality seems to be working pretty solid. I mean… she did peg the Batman."
"I meant the Spider-Net you mentioned. I know what smartphones are like." The downside to masks is that you can't stick your tongue out right now, even if May'd want to. She snickers a bit at Anya's comment. "Yeah, she sure did. …What's this thing with kidnapping he mentioned, anyway?"
Anya's expression darkens. "Some weird cult from another plane of existence has been kidnapping kids, putting arcane tattoos on them, and enslaving them. Batman's kind of leading a charge, putting together a.. thing? Mission? I guess that's what you call it? Gonna try and take them down." She draws a deep breath. "Spidey and I are in on it."
"Well…" May scratches the back of her head. "I'd like to be in too. If you guys'll have me. Not all my experience carries over, but I"m good in a fight, and I"m pretty sure I've got a few tricks none of you guys have seen before. So they won't have either."
"You're in, then." Anya reaches over to clap May on the shoulder twice. "I don't care where you come from. You're one of us now. Our… growing, super weird family of arachnids."
"Truer words, SG." May nods, gently punching Anya back in the shoulder. "So, I noticed you don't have webshooters…"