Her favorite part was the way her hair moved when she flew. Technically, it wasn’t flying, but she moved fast enough for it to count. Building to building, sharp turns around 6-way streets, her curly hair bounced over her shoulders, held back only by the strip of black fabric tied around her face to mask her identity. Kind of. Well, the only person who knew for sure was Spider-Boy, or as the media liked to call him, “Super-Spidey.”
“Fucking pretentious assholes at Marvel think they can tell him what he can call himself. Dicks.” She waited for him to answer her call with her phone pressed against her ear. They had planned to meet up at the mid-point between their apartments. “Probably sucking Hummel’s dick again.”
“Oh please, like you’re much better with Brittany, San—“ his voice appeared suddenly from behind.
“No, shut the fuck up. When the mask is on and the hair is up, the name is Snix.” She shushed him, moving closer.
“Doesn’t that seem a bit villainous for someone on the good side?”
“Please, I’m only interested in serving my own interests.” Snix shrugged, putting her ahnds on her utility belt. “And those interests happen to line up with dropping sexual assault rates and hanging those assholes by their ankles crying for mommy until the police come find them.”
“Well, I appreciate all your hard work. It’s rough out here alone.” He handed her a few of her old knives, freshly sharpened; she promptly stuck them in their sheaths, on the inside of the thigh, in the side of her boot, and an emergency one in her hair. She wasn’t kidding about the razorblades in there.
“Yeah, I really like having a side-kick. It’s fun having someone to take the crooks in for me.” She readjusted her jacket, zipping it up against the cold January weather.
“I—I thought we were more, more like a team.” Blaine suggested, pulling his mask over his face. Unlike Spiderman, his stopped to leave his mouth exposed. He may be able to shoot web from his hands and have incredibly heightened senses and reflexes, but spider bites don’t cure asthma.
“Oh, that’s so cute.” Snix pinched Spider-boy’s cheek’s between her fingers, giving it a little tug.
“I—I really like what you’ve done with your outfit.”
“Thanks, I love leather pants, but it makes the high kicks a bitch if it’s not stretched right. Plus, the new jacket has a lot more room for stashing weapons.” Blaine’s head snapped to attention, hearing something suspiciously familiar a few blocks away. “What is it?”
“Um…” Blaine tried to concentrate. “I think it’s…three guys, definitely a knife, maybe a gun. Male victim, definitely mugging, potential physical assault.”
“Well then,” Snix said, whipping her hair behind her shoulders, “let’s get crackin’, bowtie.”