//Definitely. Also, take your time on your reply! You can send it whenever you want when writing with me. Literally no rush at all :)

really want a name. Just call me Bea.”

The back of the neck for a tattoo, the other hand swiftly places a Spider-Tracer on the collar of the shirt. Real discrete like.

Just to see if these punks…actually head to a police precinct, or somewhere else….

Penny stands up to face the woman she ‘saved’. Soft smile on her lips.

“But if you—

Hurt.”

With her back still turned, she pretends to check the criminal.

“But I do have some experience. Watch a lot of crime shows.” A little chuckle. “These guys usually have some sort of tattoos if they are affiliated with someone. Helps the police out, ya know?”

One hand pretends to check the—

a bad idea.

“…Bea Riley.”

Have. Those hazel orbs widened before she quickly blurts out some words.

“Sorry! Sorry. I was literally just looking at a magazine about you and your father not too long ago.”

Quickly extends her hand for a handshake. Awkwardly.

“My name is Pe…” she clears her throat. That would probably be—

//So sorry! Been so busy with work. Notifying me like this is perfectly fine :)

Well. What should I call you?”

Behind three birds for miles!”

A light joke as always. Hopefully to ease any potential tension. She’s a vigilante herself after all.

“I’m not here to web you up or anything. Looks like….” Noticing the feral grin. Eye lenses formed an raised eyebrow expression.

“….you handled all this really—

Met. You definitely have a look I’d never forget.”

Seriously. The outfit is cool. Spidey watches the other circle around her. Assuming why she was doing that, Spidey puts her hands up defensively.

“Hey, would’ve got here sooner. But you wouldn’t believe pigeon traffic these days. I was stuck—

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A smile appears on her lips. Spider fangs showing just a bit. Even adding a playful wink.

“Are these guys some part of a gang around here? They seem…coordinated. Even matching colors with the clothes. Isn’t that adorable.”

That last part dripping with sarcasm.

Filled. Eyes constantly blinking and moving. Penelope couldn’t help but feel as if this person’s eyes were somewhat taking in every detail. Calculating.

For now, she brushes it off. Reaching with a hand for the woman to take so she could help her stand up.

“Me? I’m just a…𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙧.”—