This is just a short Devil Wears Prada/Spiderman drabble I had sitting around. I hope anyone who stumbles across this enjoys. I'm one of those people who thinks Miranda Priestly makes all stories better.
"Andrea where is my coffee?" Miranda Priestly's silken voice emanates from the speaker of her phone.
Andrea Sachs holds the phone against her ear with her left hand. Her body bows back to avoid a punch. The pliant material of her spider woman suit stretching easily.
The thug grunts in frustration. He pulls back.
"The line," Andrea says, her breath pants elongating the words. The man kicks at her this time. She shoots a web at the thug. The web tangles around the man's right arm.
"Bore someone else with your excuses."
Andy braces her high heels against the pavement, and then tugs. The man falls to his knees.
"But," Andy begins to say. The thug struggles to his feet.
"Emily, I don't understand why you find a simple coffee run, so difficult. Am I asking too much?"
Andy sprints up to the man. The motion forces the phone away from her ear. Andrea pushes the man to the asphalt. Andrea brings the Runway provided phone to her ear.
"Don't bother coming back if my coffee isn't on my desk in five minutes Emily. It better be hot."
Andrea shoots her web at the supine man. After ensuring the criminal could not escape, she fetches the thermos with her web. Then she swings through New York City. Spider-woman delivers Miranda Priestly's coffee in four minutes and fifty-five seconds. Miranda Priestly doesn't figure that out til later, but that's a different story.
The End
End Notes:
Feel free to shoot me a comment! I don't really have plans to expand this at the present moment. I have too many stories going at the moment. If any writers feel inspired, as always, feel free to create your own version of the story.