Summary:Darcy meets up with her Spider-Stalker and rock-and-rolls across the city. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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After the work day. Time for practice. Darcy's left the embassy in her work out gym clothes, skater bag over her shoulder. Hair up in a pony tail, and eyes on her phone selecting music, she starts for the nearest subway entrance.
He can't help it. He's in the neighborhood. The nightly patrol started early and struck paydirt early. And then he hit the dirt a few times when he got tag-teamed. Dealing with two ticked-off mercs, both with guns, had ended with them being webbed up, but he caught a beating in the process. So, he's in pain, but the embassy is right there.
Which is why, before Darcy can put her headphones in and block out the world, she hears, "Hey there, McGee," right above her. Because the speaker is sitting comfortably against the side of the office building facing the street.;
Darcy looks up with a blink of surprise. The expression lasts for a heartbeat before she's beaming brightly and tossing the ear buds onto her shoulder to deal with later.
"Hey! Spider-Man. How you doing? Great to see you," she calls out pleasantly.
Spidey drops to the street, waving almost shyly. "Hey there, McGee. I was in the neighborhood and remembered you usually got out around this time, so…I wanted to stop by, say hello, see how you were doing." He looked around. "Hope your day wasn't too rough,"
"Day's been great. Glad to know I have a spandex wearing stalker, but speaking of stalkers, I need your number to give to a friend. He needs to talk to you about some chick names WHitestar and coriander, but not the plant apparently? I dunno. THis is totes out of the blue, but whatever. you came to me, so Imma take it. How's your day been?" Darcy rambles, shifting topics as easily as she adjusts her bag's strap.
Spidey listens to her, then says, "Okay, I can help you out, but, slow down a little switching between stations, please?" He tilts his head slightly, then points a finger at Darcy's phone. An alert pops up immediately: NEW CONTACT - SPIDER-MAN. "Saves me the time to hunt for pen and paper." He takes a breath. "Her name is spelled K-O-R-I-A-N-D-R, but I wondered about that, too. She also goes by the handle of Starfire." He opens his hand and a 3-D picture of Koriandr, smiling and wearing some very short shorts, a t-shirt, and a winning smile, appears over his hand. "Great, the holo-emitter works."
Slow down. Right. Darcy takes a breath, and nods. When her phone dings, she blinks and looks at it and the new contact that came up.
"Whoa. That's cool," she says before grinning up at Spider-Man.
"K o r i a n d r … Okay. I'm going to have to mentally work on that one," she quips as she peers at the hologram. A low, appreciative whistle is given.
"Hot. Got her number too?" Darcy asks, not really serious, but she'll take it, if it makes Jim's life a bit easier.
Spidey chuckles. "More like she's got MY number. But I think I'll hold off on giving out her contact info without her knowing who I'm giving it to." He looks around, then says, "Been a bit interesting. Got into a dustup with a couple of mercenaries looking for me. Guess they didn't know the bounty on me is kaput. Got knocked around pretty good."
"That's cool," Darcy says of Spider-Man not wanting to give out Kori's number without asking her first. Consent, after all.
"I'll give your number to Jimmy and let him call you and then you two can decide how you get ahold of not-the-plant hottie," is added on a grin that falls at she says that he got knocked up.
"Shit! You okay? I mean, you SEEM okay, but there's a difference between acting okay and being okay. I've got a first aid kit… And You Tube."
Spidey chuckles, then leans over. "Want to see something interesting? I can show you, but let's sit down near the bistro for this."
Spider-Man points to a patio outside of JACK'S BISTRO.
Darcy glances at the bistro, her eyes following where Spider-Man is pointing. A moment passes before she smiles and nods.
"Yeah, sure. I'll text my captain that I'll be a bit late," is stated as she turns toward the bistro.
Spidey chuckles. "I won't take too long, and i'll hustle you over there in a New York Minute."
He walks over to the nearest table, sitting down at the empty table before rolling down the right hand glove.
With Darcy's favorite sport, she has seen her share of injuries. The one he is showing him (Caucasian, so one question answered) is ugly. The bruise is ugly, mottled purple and blue. That's muscle damage. He shouldn't be able to lift a FORK.
But…
She sees it. The way bruises heal, the damaged tissue turns yellow at the edges as it shrinks. The damaged blood cells are circulated out of the healing skin. What is startling as that it is happening fast enough for Darcy to see it happen in seconds, not in hours or days. At this rate, it'll be gone or almost gone by the time he gets to bed.
So many impact injuries. Darcy is all too familiar with them. The skin tone is noted but not commented on. It's the bruise that gets her attention.
A bruise to be proud of for sure. Purplse and bone deep and… yellowing. Already? In confusion, Darcy's brows pull together and her lips frown lightly as she watches in seconds what on her takes days, weeks almost.
"Fuck me," she whispered in awe, before lifting her gaze again and smiling.
"Well… glad to know you're gonna be fine."
Spidey smiles under the mask. "I'm the Evel Kneivel of the superhero biz, McGee." He shrugs. "How then…I believe I owed you a lift to your gym."
"That you did," Darcy agrees smiling and shifting the gym bag so it'll be easier for Spider-Man to carry her.
"So.. Kneivel-Man, that's for your number and the lift."
Spidey hauls out the harness and puts it on, directing Darcy to step into it and close the snaps. "Okay. Are you game for the Cyclone-level rollercoaster, or you want the kiddie-ride version?"
"Kiddie rides are for pussies," she her oh so eloquent response given through a mischevious smirk.
Spidey grins. "Figured." He takes out a set of what looks like wraparound sunglasses. "I made something for my riders. Put these on." He hands the 'shades to Darcy, then fires a webline to the ledge above them.
Darcy peers atht these sunglasses for a moment, looking like she's considering declining, but she takes them. She trades her own glasses for these wrap around ones,
"Now, I'm blind," she says, her glasses held in a hand, the saftey goggles on her face.
Spider-Man says quietly, "Slave Rig on."
And then she can see everything. There are overlays that highlight various places around them. She can see that the gym has its own pointer, like a checkpoint in a videogame. She can see other notes about various places (RPAV - Slow Traffic; CONSTRUCTION - Replaced Windows, Avoid; HEAVY TRAFFIC, Increase Altitude).
The computer adjusts for Dracy's horrible eyesight, letting the Spider know - if he wants - that Darcy really couldn't see without the correction. Now that she can, she morbels, head on a swivel.
"Whoa. This is… this is bad ass. Is this how your suit shows you the city? Or did yuo make this just for me?"
Spidey grinned. "Well, it's for everyone. I have a few people I give rides for. Have to draw the line at drunk people. It's how I tested the suit was vomit-proof, though, so there's that. And I find being able to see everything other than my back or over my shoulder works better."
Then he keys up something, and then a new message comes up.
NOW PLAYING: Are You Going to Be My Girl - JET
"Ready?"
Laughing, Darcy settles more firmly into the harness.
"Oh so ready, Spider-Guy! Rock my world," she crows happily, giggling at the song choice.
Spider-Man nods as the bass guitar leads in, then begins moving towards the edge at the drum start. His timing is pretty good, he leaps at the lead guitar riff, and when the singer yells, "GO!" he has fired a webline and they are off and 'slinging.
The stunts are simple, at first, quick swings, short jumps, but then things get interesting. After the first "get-back stare," Darcy sees them swinging towards one of the taller buildings, swinging up and up and then they are not swinging. They are running.
Spider-Man is carrying Darcy and is running up the side of a building…
The adrenaline nut she is, Darcy's laughing the whole way, whooping and cheering the whole way. A few of the free falls have her squawking in surprise, but there's no scream of bloody murder happening.
The jumps are insane. Thirty, forty-foot jumps, swinging at breakneck speeds. Who would want a car or ride the bus, or even the subway, when you can travel like this?
Then one long swing, and then it is like being fired from a catapult, and it is as though she can see the entire city around her, a sea of lights and markers…
It leaves Darcy breathless even through the maniac laughter. Way better than the subway, yup! She peers around as they hang in the air over the city for a long moment, laughing as gravtiy grabs them and starts them down again.
And as soon as it starts getting really good, the proximity light for the gym appears, and the ride is over.
Spidey lands on the sidewalk this time, unhitching the harness for Darcy. "Okay then. Thank you for riding with us, and always leave a good word for the driver on your survey."
Laughing, Darcy nods.
"Us? Fun word choice. I'll be sure to YELP you at 5 stars," she quips, a little unsteady on her feet, but not at all upset by it. Who could be after a ride likethat?
Spidey chuckles. "Have fun, McGee. Give 'em heck." He waves to her, just another fan of the girl athlete. In red and blue longjohns