Thread: A Fun Little Game of Cat and Spider (Vash x Bubbles)

Peter sat in the back of the class, his head down in what looked to be his notes and some of them were, the rest were his own little notes about the one Achilese Heel to Spider-Man, his web shooters. That was the one thin he didn't receive from that spider bite and it was starting to annoy Peter to no end. He had spent months workin on perfecting them but there were still a few bugs to work out. He noticed when he took off the gloves to his suit that the plating on the shooters were dented beyond belief and needed to be replaced. He scribbled that down on his notes, 'Need stronger yet flexible metal for the wrists... Nickle-plating? Would need to be annealed.' there other notes scrawled on the notbook paper like that on a variety of things, PSI of the web fluid in the cartridges he used, the material of the turbine component, the spinnerets used to eject the fluid, ngstrom-resolution structures of proteins, nucleic acids, lipids, carbohydrates, and complexes thereof. Wait that wasn't his. He noticed the handwriting was nowhere near as messy as his chicken scratch and there were even small annotations at the bottom of the page. These were the notes to the first half of Dr. Connors lecture. There was a God! His head shot up to see a sight that caused him to smile seeing who it was. The generous person who had lent him the notes was his red headed best friend, Harry Osborn. He was greatful for them and mouthed a thank you to her before he immediatley grabbed a new sheet of paper and began to copy the notes. As he mindlessly wrote them down he noticed that they were surprisingly good notes. Getting off of that train of thought he returned to the notes given to him. As he did his eyes began to droop and his hand moved instinctively across the paper, copying what his eyes saw. This allowed his mind to wander to his late night activities last night. It was a standard night, the occasional car thief, a mugging or two, all and all a pretty boring night. That was until on his last swing around the city he heard alarms wail and dogs barking, the shear sign of trouble. He swung to it and caught the glimpse of a woman in a low cut leather spandex leap off of a rooftop and shoot out a grappling line and onto the rooftops where she leapt across them. He made a simple deduction and pegged her as the criminal of whatever act she committed and followed her. He didn't catch a glimpse of her face so he couldn't recognize her if he saw her on the street or anyplace at all. He followed her until she hit a roof top and then just vanish into the darkness where the lights did not cover. Searched for awhile until he looked at the time and gave up the search. How she did that still boggled him, cloaking tech? No, not unless she was a part of some paramilitary orginization. Oh would that be fun! His first break from the boring petty criminals and into the big time of organized crime! Now he really wanted to see her again and see what she was really up to. The excited thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Dr. Connors ending his lecture and dismissing the class. Peter quickly scooped up the notes and hurried out the room. He waited outside the classroom until Harry came out. He stopped him with a Hi. He then fumbled around his mass of papers before bringing his sheet out, Thanks a lot for this, you really saved me back there! Harry nudged Peters shoulder, You gotta show up on time Pete, I can't save your ass all the time. So, did you check out that new girl, Felicia Hardy? Peters brow furrowed, What? Harry looked at him in disbalief, You didn't see her? Figures, you always have your head buried in the books. They both laughed and move on to their next class.