"The webbing I’m known for is something I designed. Pressurized canisters that discharge with the depression of a small switch in the palm of my hand. I don’t injure my hand or accidentally spray because the switch need direct pressure from my middle and ring finger to activate."
Kara hovered forward and gently grasped his wrist to get a closer look. She twisted his wrist back and forth, inspecting it with keen interest, before adding two of her own digits to the pressure point, shooting a strand of webbing ahead of them. “Oh that’s cool.”
"I was a regular human at birth and for most of my life. When I was 16, I was bitten by a radioactive spider. It transferred some of it’s powers over to me," Peter explained as he stood up straight to his full height, leaving his crouched position.
“Huh… You know, that is probably one of the cooler stories regarding super attained abilities that I’ve ever heard.”
"Super strength, super agility, super balance, wall crawling, and my personal favorite, Spider-Sense. Not a bad little list, if I do say so myself. "
“Not bad at all. Were you born this way? I don’t mean to sound lewd, but I scanned your anatomy and you are, on all counts, human, but there are some very molecular abnormalities I picked up in your bloodstream. —Mutation, perhaps?”
" typically, you’d be right. but not this time. you aren’t just a beautiful woman.
you’re more than that, for better, and for worse. i did my research on everyone
worth knowing before putting a foot back on this planet. you’re a supercharged
heroine that can probably knock down a building with a flick of a finger. you
were right about one thing, though: i don’t take you seriously. because you
have no idea when you should be afraid and when you’re out of your depth.
it’s so rare that you’ve forgotten what it feels like. that’s what i see, at least.
you go up against him and he’ll take you down. there’ll be nothing left. and
he’ll probably destroy a solar system in your name. “
“I’ve already lost my home planet for the sake of my own life, I’m really not looking to lose any more because of me, Starboy. And if this Thanos character is as tough as you make him out to be, then he really is my, and the rest of the Leagues priority. This is what we do. This is what I do. Besides, I’m not afraid, not for myself. But it’s reasons like this, that I’m willing to put my own life at risk. If we didn’t stand in the way, there’d be nothing to stop beings like him from doing what they’d be planning on doing anyway, right?”
"And that’s probably plenty good for the small fries." Peter laughed because he knew how powerful some people were in the JLA. He didn’t actually think they were small time. He was just a bit bitter that he’s never been invited to join the superhero team.
“Plenty good, indeed. — So anyway, what kind of powers does New York’s greatest super hero have?”
" funnily enough, i have no idea. i know that he’s after some extremely
dangerous artifacts — i’ve seen one in action myself. i know you’re
type, though; beautiful, powerful, but arrogant. i can tell you don’t
really take him seriously. or me for that matter. i get not taking me
seriously, but that guy? the artifacts he’s after? the one i seen could
disintegrate a planet just by touching the ground. he’d kill you if he
had one. “
“On the contrary, I take all of that very seriously. Especially when it puts lives at risk. Perhaps it’s you who doesn’t take me seriously. I know you think I’m just some blonde with a pretty face, but—- and I hate to brag— but there isn’t really much I can’t handle.”
" i said i was born in colorado. never said i stayed there.
they call us the guardians of the galaxy. our biggest
goal right now is to take down this giant
asshole named thanos. “
“Oh? What’s his deal? Take over the galaxy type? Rein supreme and all that jazz? I’d love to meet him.”
"I’m the lone wolf type, and I don’t play well with other. Plus the JLA and the JLS are small fries. I’m too big time for them." Peter laughed and then he shook his head at her as he looked into her eyes eyes. He knew she’d pick up on his joke quickly.
“Small fries eh? That’s so odd,” she began, humouring him, “considering it houses the most powerful beings in the universe.” Herself included, but she wasn’t really one to brag.
" seems pretty blase to me. the thing is,
though, i’m not really a super. not on
the level of someone like you, at least.
i was born in colorado. maybe i shouldn’t
be miffed about the whole you not knowing
me thing. my group is … fairly new. “
“Ah, my bad. See, with the name Starlord, I just assumed… Anyway, what’s this group called?”
" i’m pretty sure i’ve got a clue. "
countering her sentiment with a nod, his attitude makes a straight shot towards
disgruntlement. perhaps he’s a bit offended, but can he really hold it against her?
as a matter of fact, he can, and is liable to. " star-lord. " he introduces with deadpan
expression, tone flat and complimented by a somewhat sarcastic nod. " i only kind
of saved the galaxy with my friends. no big deal. “
“You, me and every only Super I know, apparently. And I men that in the least blase way possible. It is a big deal. Strange I haven’t ever heard of you though— then again, it’s a big galaxy out there. I should know, I was born on the other side of it.”
"I guess that makes sense. Well I guess I should properly introduce myself. Like I said, I’m Spider-Man. I just so happen to be New York’s greatest Super Hero." Peter smiled and waved at her politely.
She smirked, lips tugging to one side with amusement, “Is that right? Huh…” she pondered, “I wonder why the JLS or JLA haven’t picked up on that yet…”
" well, those are definitely distracting.
but i’m willing to bet you hear that
all the time. i recognize you, though. “
“Oh boy, you have no idea, pal,” she murmured dryly, just loud enough for him to catch. “And I can’t say the same about you,” her face scrunched and her head tilted as she tried to put a name to his face. Kryptonian memories were virtually flawless, and she was coming up short, “Nope,” her lips popped on the ‘P’, “no idea who you are. What’s your name?”
"You’re a local and you didn’t recognize me when you saw me? I’m shocked." Peter laughed and then he shook his head at her as he looked into her eyes patiently.
“I live in Brooklyn but I don’t spend much time there. See, heroes that can fly around the world in a matter of seconds are rare and in high demand, so you can imagine I’m back and forth almost constantly.”
"Thanks Powergirl. I appreciate the compliment." Peter was a little bit red, and he was glad the night helped to hide his embarrassment. "So what brings you to the Big Apple? I know you weren’t here for little ol’ Spidey."
“Well, I’m actually a local,” she said with a comb of her slender fingers through her short hair, “and please, call me Peej.”
"We are alone, and I suppose there is no need to hide it." Peter rolled his mask up and then he bit into his lower lip as he looked into the blonde’s eyes.
“If you insist.” To be honest, he looked better without it. X-Ray vision only did so much, but now she could see the way his hair naturally stood up, no longer flattened under the tight fabric. “That is much better.”