674/The Web Widens

The Web Widens
Date of Scene:	21 March 2020
Location:	Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Carbon Spider meets Spider-Man...and Supergirl. And eats the best apple pie in New York.
Cast of Characters:	Miles Morales, Peter Parker, Kara Danvers

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Miles Morales has posed:
    It's in the middle of the night and while most teenagers are breaking their parents rules and staying up past curfews and bed times, a certain Spider is out, finding himself in the streets of Brooklyn, though he's not exactly doing a whole lot to help the world at the moment.

    Claiming he's doing 'patrols' Miles has his back against the window of a dark accounting firm, with his phone out and his rudimentary mask bunched up on top of his forehead and he's playing some Castle Smashers. Waiting for the sounds of sirens to be close enough for him to be able to actually do something.

    Resting in his 'lap' is a beat up, masking tape covered skateboard. Because he wants to be a hero without people finding him and tracking him with his mode of locomotion, Miles, did tape it with secrecy in mind. "Ugh, this night is BORING!" He complains and bonks his head lightly on the glass that he's sitting/leaning against.

Peter Parker has posed:
If you listen close, you can hear the universe cracking its knuckles...

The bodega across the street is finally closing. Ortega has had a cruddy sales day, but he's hoping for the weekend to boost some sales. He just needs to restock the TP...

Then he hears the click-click of a shotgun hammer being pulled back and realized his day just got a LOT worse.
He turned to see three men with shotguns. Crappy ones, but even crappy ones could make his wife a widow and his two daughters orphans.
"C'mon, man, I got two kids to feed..." he says tiredly.
The one in the leather jacket grinned. "Cry me a RIVER..."

Miles Morales has posed:
    "Uh oh." Miles says to no one as he gets that weird feeling in his gut and his heart immediately begins to beat faster. Looking down past his phone, and catching sight of three goons weilding guns at a man who obviously isn't.

    "Time to work." Miles tells himself as he 'stands up' feet planted on the glass and he slides the phone into the pocket of his hoodie, and pulls the hood up, forgetting to pull his mask down but then also moving the skateboard to rest on his back because sticky.

    Miles allows himself to fall from the building, savoring the feel of the wind blowing past him as he watches the ground get closer and closer before he puts his hand out to touch the glass at what he feels is the last moment and he sticks, but he slaps against the building and grunts. "Ow." Though he is close enough to the ground that the Carbon Spider drops from the building onto the sidewalk and starts to move to cross the street to help.

Peter Parker has posed:
Ortega sees the guy in the black costume. For a moment, he smiles...but then he realizes the costume is black, not red and blue. He looks concerned.
Unfortunately, Ortega's poker face will never win him any games. One of the guys frowns, then turns around. He also has the same reaction as he swings his shotgun to aim it at Miles. "Hey...you! Stop or get wasted!"
The second guy turns and looks at Miles, also frowning. "That guy ain't Spider-Man."

"Wow, genius, you win the kewpie doll."
Ortega and the guy holding the shotgun on him both look directly up to see Spider-Man looking down at them, giving the gunman a two-finger salute.
"Hey, boys. What's the haps, what's going down?" A pause. "Besides YOU yahoos, that is..."

Miles Morales has posed:
    There's an audible gasp, two actually, one when Miles has the gun leveled at him and his spider-sense goes HAM! "Um, no, I 'ain't spider-man'."

    Then again when "Oh. My. God. /THAT'S/ Spider-man." He says just after Peter finish his quip. "Oh, right, um..." Miles lowers his voice to sound much older and manly, "You guys put your guns down and go back home, because. I-um... do you have permits for those?"

Peter Parker has posed:
The ringleader brings the shotgun up to bear on Spider-Man.
Geez...not exactly brain surgeons.
A splat of webbing covers the hammers of the double-barreled shotgun. When the trigger is pulled a split-second later...thud, thud. No kiss kiss, no bang bang.
Then Spider-Man drops on the second guy looking at him and gives him a sharp right cross as an impromptu present, and by the time he hits the ground, he's in no condition to demand a refund.
The third guy swings the shotgun around to aim it at Spider-Man as he is punching his friend...

Miles Morales has posed:
    The third guy is then struck upside the head with the top part of a skateboard and Miles swings through with the follow through before he gives a "Hey! That's rude! Shooting a guy in the back?" Says the hero who just skateboard slapped a goon in the back of the head with a skateboard.

    "I mean, that's ... I got nothing." He frowns and offers to Spidey to join the fight as he already did.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man turned around...
Okay. Third guy's out of commission, handled by the Spider-Man in Black.

"Nice work." He looked back to Ortega, who seemed frozen to the spot. "You okay? You need help getting home or anything?"
Ortega blinked, then shook his head. "No...no, senor Spider-Muchacho." He smiled widely. "Gracias!"
Spider-Man gave a friendly wave as the man went to his car. He looked down and saw the man had slid down the metal shutter over the storefront, but the padlock was still on the pavement. He locked the door with the heavy padlock, then turned to Miles.

"Thanks for the assist. What do I call you?"

Miles Morales has posed:
    "That was nice work." Miles says as he lowers his skateboard back onto his back like he was sheething a sword. He looks over to Ortega and then back towards Spider-Man, "You told him to call you that, didn't you?" The still slightly unmasked webhead says with a smirk towards Peter's Red and Black mask. "I mean, Oh... Call me, Carbon Spider. Think it's like that Scarlet Spider guy. Who's still not as cool as you but still, y'know." He says lifting his hand to scratch at the back of his head- OH CRAP!

    That's when Miles finally pulls his mask down and turns away. Embarrased.

Peter Parker has posed:
Okay...jeez, Louise, he's a KID.

*You were a 'kid,' Peter. Argument could be made that you still are.*
Not a STRONG argument. He had done a lot of growing up in the last three years. He steps away from the Tied-Down Trio (if that wasn't their name, it is NOW) and heads over to Carbon Spider. "Hey...wait up, man. Want to go someplace to talk that isn't within earshot of these losers?"

Miles Morales has posed:
    GASP! "Of course I do." Miles says as he looks down at the mooks and kicks the gun away just to make sure they can't get up to it. "We should throw those away huh?" The young hero asks as he looks back up to Spider-man again, before he nods once again, reiterating. "For sure, You gonna lay down some spider-wisdom or give me a stern talking to like my parents try to when I mess up at home?"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey chuckles, shooting a jet of webbing to pin the weapons to the pavement. By the time they could be pried loose and used, the cops will be all over the place.
"Let's go. Ears that can hear."
He fires a webline up to the roof of the ten-floor apartment building, then yanks hard and vaults himself up six floors before grabbing the brick wall and moving up the rest of the way on hands and feet before pulling himself up onto the roof.

Miles Morales has posed:
    "I need to get me one of those." Miles says to himself as he watches Peter yank himself up onto the wall with half the effort he's about to use. So then Miles moves to the wall and just starts to climb it like a basic wall crawling B.

    After a few moments, Miles makes it to the roof and vaults himself over the lip and lands on his older but favorite nikes. "What's up Spider-man, you don't need my help obviously because you're so cool, but I mean, awesome, like when you fought that scorpion dude! Oh Man! I watched that on youtube like a trillion times."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man chuckles as he looks around.
Well, turnabout is fair play.
Before Miles knows what is going on, Spider-Man reaches up and pulls off HIS mask.

He's...AVERAGE. High school senior, IF that. Brown hair, brown eyes, no heroic face like Steve "Captain America" Rogers, and he actually looks a little bashful.

So much for the mystique of Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.
On the upside, at least he doesn't have fangs, mandibles or six eyes.
"Okay...that should even out the playing field a bit."

Miles Morales has posed:
    "Whoa!" Miles says as he watches Peter do the one thing he didn't expect. "Whoa... you're... you're like me." He says, pulling his mask back up and stepping closer to Peter. "What year do you graduate?" The younger spider asks as he steps closer to Peter and then turns to lean against a large green painted transformer.

Peter Parker has posed:
"My name is Peter Parker. I graduate high school this May." He shrugs. "I got my gifts when I was 16. And to further poke holes in my sterling reputation, my first thoughts were how to make money from them."

He sits down on the brick housing of a heat-exchanger.
"And then I screwed up. I was selfish. And I let someone get away. All I had to do was trip this guy...something." He looked down. "Three weeks later, he killed my uncle because he thought a mobster's money was buried under the house. Silverfish ate it all decades ago."

He looked to Miles with a somber face.
"I didn't realize the responsibility that came with having power like this. Not until my whole world was torn down. Now I do this...because I don't want anyone to suffer like I did. I stood Idly by once. I will *never* do it again." He pulled the mask back on.

Miles Morales has posed:
    "Dang man..." Miles says looking down and feeling suddenly quite somber as he reaches up to pull the mask off his head entirely and holds it in both hands. "I'm only fifteen, I still got a few years." He notes idly though after the bomb that he lost his uncle and is fighting every day to keep others feeling safe, Miles doesn't know what to say beyond that. "I, I'm sorry Peter. but, I'm here and it seems like we can do similar things, so you at least don't have to suffer through this part of your life alone." Even though Miles knows nothing, he's doing what he always does and offers to help people, it's what he does, he's a giver.

    "I want to help the world, I want to help this city, I want to help everyone. And I'm offering to help you help. Together." Whoa where's this coming from. "Together, we can change this city and people's hearts and minds!" Miles pushes off from the transformer and slips his modified store bought mask back on and extends his hand up to Peter.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man steps up and chuckles. "I think we should start with helping guys like the one we just helped. The regular Joes and Janes of our city. There's plenty of work for a couple of Spiders to do without worrying about saving the world." He looks around. "But I think that maybe you could benefit from a little Superheroing 101. I'm teaching another heroine named Smasher about urban tactics, maximizing the gifts you have to use them effectively, that sort of thing. Do you think you could benefit from that kind of tutoring?"

Miles Morales has posed:
    Miles lowers his hand, not embarassed at all as he adjusts the mask a bit to sit on his head right by slapping both hands on the face and adjusting for a moment. "Dude! I'd love getting a super-leson from THE Spider-Man! Heck yeah!" The younger man says before moving to the edge of the building and looking over.

    Miles pulls the hood up over his mask and reaches down to tighten his shoes across his feet, just to be safe. "What's step one?" Miles asks, wanting to grab his phone to record or take notes or something. "I'm Miles by the way... I think we skipped that part."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man grins under the mask. "Well, step one is stick with the code names from here on out. If you like Carbon Spider, I can work with that. I am currently working on a communications system to connect fellow Spiders. I met up with Scarlet, by the way."

Miles Morales has posed:
    "It's a working title for now. I didn't want to be derivative of yours, I mean, Spider-man, classic." Miles semi-rambles but then goes into full fanboy, "So I went with Carbon Spider like Scarlet Spider, who's obviously a copy cat, but is still cool and it's an homage to both of you..." Miles stops and then looks back to Parker and whispers, "Sorry. This is just, awesome."

    "A communication system... I mean, we could use discord or something like that... Red Robin also gave me his phone number, I assume it's a burner number... But I don't think it's safe to assume all of us can, um, y'know, afford an extra phone."

Kara Danvers has posed:
"Well, you could always ask if you needed something like an extra phone," comes a female voice as Supergirl descends to land lightly behind the spiderboys. Her cape is fluttering in the breeze, along with her golden hair. "I mean, it isn't like you don't have friends who could help." She's grinning with a wry curve of her lip as she approaches them.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey chuckles. "I have to tell you a secret. I'm as poor as a church mouse. I do a lot of dumpster-diving for my tech. Scarlet did win some money fighting...but I gave it to a guy I made a fool of back when I started out. He was a good guy who needed a break..."

Then he looks up and smiles. "Speaking of saving the world...Carbon Spider, I'd like you to meet the Maiden of Might, the Queen of Kicking Butt...and a TOTAL clothes horse...Supergirl. Say hi to the Spider-Guy with his mouth hanging open, please."

Miles Morales has posed:
    GASP!

    "Oh my god. Oh my god... You know who that is... Wait. You know who that is. You know Supergirl?!" Miles says gafawing and gawking like a teenage looser but then again. He smacks Peter's shoulder with the back of his fingers. "Dude! Supergirl is offering us Spider-phones. Why is super- Oh god. You're friends with Supergirl. Okay, I can't handle this." He says, leaning back against something, hand out and palm against the transformer to keep himself on his feet. This is too much.

    Miles then reaches under his chin and pops his mouth back closed by snaping at his jaw, just as a reminder that those mucles work. "That's still... This is too much for a spider."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Supergirl laughs, and shakes her head. "It isn't too much for a spider. Spiders have eight hands to catch everything life throws their way." She gives a definitive nod and smiles at Spider-Man. "Nice to meet you. I might suggest a different moniker, though. Spider-Guy with his mouth hanging open is a mouthful."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man chuckles. "He's going by Carbon Spider unless a better name comes along. To his credits, some of the good names are already taken." He looks to Carbon, then says, "She and I met awhile ago. We help each other out with stuff. I never presume on her good nature, though."

He looks back to Supergirl as he takes out a plastic container. "Two slices of the best apple pie in New York, as promised." He hands her the container, then asks, "How are things going, SUpergirl?"

Miles Morales has posed:
    "Oh man! It's so cool to meet you too, and yeah, like he said, Carbon Spider. Like Scarlet spider but, cooler. Blacker." He says with a gesture to his black painted storebought costume that the hood still hangs over.

    Then the two super supers are exchanging pie. Miles puts a hand to his belly and then looks to Peter and takes a step back. "Wait... where were you keeping that?!"

Kara Danvers has posed:
"It's probably totally safe," Supergirl replies with a wink and a dismissive wave of her hand. "Are you hungry, Spider-Guy who till recently had his mouth hanging open? I'd gladly share. Pie like this, I've heard, is too amazing to justify not sharing."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man chuckles. "It's yours, Supergirl, to share with as you see fit." He unshoulders the red-and-blue backpack with the spider symbol stitched into the back flap, then takes out two plastic forks from the Chinese takeout joint. "If you're sharing...I've already eaten, so you two have fun."

He's sorta curious about what Miles will think of Aunt May's apple pie.

Miles Morales has posed:
    "I'd love some pie!" Miles says, and quickly and without thinking too much about it, obviously, the hood falls back to his shoulders and the mask goes back up to rest on his forehead, again.

    "Hi, I'm Carbon Spider, we've been over this, but I think you're just making jokes at my expense." The newest super says to Supergirl and he smirks as he sits cross legged on the roof top and just can't wait for some pie. "Okay, you gotta tell me, how do the web things work? That's not a 'part' of you, are they?"

Kara Danvers has posed:
"Sure thing!" Supergirl takes the lid off the container and accepts the forks from Spidey. "Thaaank you!"

She opens the container and lifts a slice out, placing it on the bottom-side of the lid, and she hands the container with the other slice to Miles. "Sorry, it was a cute name. I couldn't resist," she explains, handing him a fork. She then takes a bite of her pie, and rolls her eyes. "Ohhhhm'god, this is sooo good."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man watches with a fair amount of amusement. Aunt May had a special recipe. Flaky crust, granny apples from Australia, light caramelized sugar on the top crust. She actually did win an award for it. She keeps it framed above the oven she refuses to replace because it works just the way she likes it.

Then Carbon asks a fair question and Spider-Man walks over, turning over his hand to reveal the web-shooter device. It is kinda clunky, but all mechanical. "Spinneret here. Web-fluid from the cartridges is fed into it. The spoon here, on the palm. Click once, webline. Click twice, wide spray. three clicks, cloud webbing. Good for impromptu parasailing. Four clicks, glue-consistency. You get a feel for it with practice."

Miles Morales has posed:
    "Ooooh, that's how you do it." Miles says with a soft nod as he takes the upsidedown lid-plate from Supergirl and he takes the fork as well. "I might steal that whole thing from you." Miles explains to Peter as he then takes the fork and slowly cuts into the corner and ...

    "Awwww gawwwd." He moans and about rolls over onto his back when he decides he needs to dig into a second bite of the pie. "Okay, this is ballin'."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Supergirl takes another bite of apple pie as she watches Spidey explain the webshooters to Miles. She had been curious about them herself, so she has sneaked a peek with her x-ray vision,to see just how they had worked. In retrospect, she could have just asked...

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey smiles. Aunt May bringing a little baked joy into two people's lives, one of them one of the most powerful women on the planet? Yeah, that is something to appreciate.

"I've designed a lighter, more streamlined version, with more potential web configurations...but the parts aren't easy to make, or find. It'll take awhile for me to get it all together. I'm also working on a communication system, something to integrate into the suit itself. Calling it Spider-Comm. If I can get it up and running, it will connect everyone, share data, augmented reality filter..." He smiles wryly. "Something to shoot for, you know?"

Miles Morales has posed:
    "That will take some time." Miles notes as he stuffs more pie into his face. "This is SO good." he notes before he looks to Supergirl again, smiles and looks back to Peter, "I could try and work on the parts if you like, I think we have a 3d printer at my school I could use without people being upset." The teen notes as he finish his pie without hesitaion.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Supergirl smiles. "See,this is what I like to see. Spiderlings are working together to overcome extraordinary obstacles."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey pauses, then says, "Actually, the design I have in mind...you can't really get a 3-D printer to print the parts I need in a gold-titanium alloy. You'd need a FORGE, not a printer." He shrugs helplessly. "It's the best substance I can use for the framework. Much lighter and stronger, much more durable."
He steps back, looking around. "Even if I had access to a forge, the materials aren't cheap."

Miles Morales has posed:
    "Yeah, that would be a problem, but with plastics it would be cheaper to make, and it should be able to withstand the forces and requirements for a time, plus you could tell if your design actually worked. And plus when it does break, you'd be able to replace it quickly." The young man says as he finishes off his pie and looks down at the lid before passing it back to Supergirl, wanting to make sure she has the whole set of tupperwear. "I certainly don't have... I might not have access, I'm sure my school has something."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey gave him a tilted-head look. "I actually DID test the prototype design. I was using basic steel and composites. Which lasted about two nights before Electro vaporized them and nearly cooked my fillings in my head in the process." His voice is both sad and amused. "I know the design is solid. I just need to make it with the stronger materials...or I'm taking the subway home again."

Miles Morales has posed:
    "Well I didn't know that." Miles says with a smirk, and a shrug of his shoulders. "You've got the experience my guy, I'll defer to you." Miles says as he rolls back and puts his palms on the roof to support him while stretching his legs out. "So, what's the plan to getting the metals you need? Talking to Ironman?"

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man chuckles. "Yeah, like he'd take MY call. And if I did...would he change the work I do? Would it fit his bottom line? Nah, I'm saving up for what I need. I like the independence. Nobody is able to tell me who the good guys and bad guys are. I can suss that out for myself. Besides, Iron Man...that's the Avengers. That's Thor and Captain America. Saving-the-world heroes. Like Supergirl." He smiles to Supergirl. "Not mocking you, or them. Just...that's not where I am. I'm down here, fighting guys who rob bodegas with dumpster-dive parts. And that's okay. New York needs the working-class superheroes, too."

Miles Morales has posed:
    "You're not wrong, but I'm just spit balling with the Iron Man idea." The young teen notes with a shrug of his shoulders before he rolls doing like a backwards hand stand and rolls all the way to get back to his feet. "Was that your lesson? Or was that the pie?" Miles asks with a teasing nod before he keeps stepping towards the ledge of the building, thinking it's getting late and time for him to be headed home. Really, he wants to get to work on his own web shooters or something like it.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man chuckles. "I'll make you a deal. When I get the new web-shooters up and running...I'll give you these. Think of them as your training wheels. I guarantee it'll make getting around this town a lot quicker." He reaches into the backpack and pulls out a notepad, writing down a number on it and handing it to Carbon. "You hear anything, you need help...call me. We can use this until I get Spider-Comm up and running."

Miles Morales has posed:
    "Thanks." Miles says with a two finger salute before he dives off the side of the building and ends up running down it using his super grip through his shoes in order to slow down at the end.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man watches him go, sighing. "That kid...jeez. Is it weird that I see myself as that guy, starting out?"