Silk or as she was known on the civilian side-Cindy Moon-was not excited to be awoken at three am. She sighed with the irritating realization that she would not be able to fall back asleep and opened her eyes fully to see something blue and red hanging off her ceiling,

Dear God, it was hard enough ignoring her own physical needs when the caped crusader himself paid a visit. She rubbed her eyes and slowly came to full awareness that the root of her insomnia was hanging from the ceiling.

And . . . like most annoying men, he was doing absolutely nothing about it.

"You-" Her voice came out more husky than she intended so she cleared her throat. "Why are you here Peter?"

He retracted his webbing on her ceiling and landed smoothly in front of her. He removed his mask and looked around nervously. She pushed him back roughly and he got up to retreat farther into the awning of her doorway. He was loose limbed as he leaned against the doorway. "I wanted to see you, Cindy. I was worried when I heard you got a job offer from the agents at S.H.I.E.L.D."

"So-instead of just calling me you decided to show up here? Without an invitation, I may add."

Peter's expression changed from one of concern to exasperation. "I did call. Your phone was turned off. I texted you I was going to stop by during patrol."

"I don't like the way you make me feel when I'm around you."

"I'm not here for-" Cindy shot him a death glare so he put both hands up and gave her some ground. "Ok, yeah. I did want that too, but we can sit in the same room without touching each other. Look I haven't touched you and you haven't touched me, We're doing it right now. If you don't feel safe at any point, I know you could hurt me, but I will give you space. I've been giving you space. I didn't talk to you for 13 days/"

"That's beyond the point, Parker. It's trust. Knock on the window if I'm avoiding you. Being woken up via pheromones is like waking up via a boner."

Peter Parker immediately cringed, which was her intention. He backtracked. "Ok, I'm sorry. Can we move on to why I wanted to get ahold of you?"

Cindy sighed. "Let's get some coffee and Pocky. I'm sure you could y\use the pick me up. I can get suited up and we'll do whatever you want-that doesn't involve physical contact-for the next three hours."

"You don't have work tomorrow, it's memorial day."

"I just wanted to see whether or not you were in a rush. You're obviously not. Or whatever crime you want me to help you with lacks some immediacy." Cindy thrust the covers aside so they crumbled onto the floor in a pile. Peter recoiled at her mess. She threw her hair up into a bun and started webbing her Silk costume.

"You're not going to pick that up?"

"Not until I do laundry. So no. Why don't you get the coffee ready? The Pocky is in the cabinet above the fridge so the cats don't get to it."

Peter nodded automatically before disappearing into the dark kitchen. She could hear him shoot webbing onto the blinds to close them and a smack at the cats were thrown against the wall as they both attempted to attack him. "Free them later," he said as he started opening cabinets. He hadn't paid attention to any of her directions.

Cindy sighed and checked her backside out to make sure it was fully covered, She loved the ability to make her own suit as she could add padding wherever she wanted. Owing up to superheroine standards was hard, but today she had no need to make sure her figure was perfect-she wasn't in the mood for Peter Parker.

"Cindy your coffee's getting cold."

"Yeah, reheat it."

She heard the microwave's hum stutter to a stop as she walked into the kitchen fully suited up.

"You look nice "

Cindy grabbed her coffee roughly from Peter's outstretched hand. "I always look nice. I make my own suit." She turned to the mewling cats anchored to the wall. "Nice decorations. I did need to clean that wall. You know you could've just put webbing around their paws or webbed them into their open kennels?"

"Too much work." Peter cracked a stick of Pocky in half before shoving it into his mouth.

"Well, now that we're more friendly, let's cut to the chase."

Peter spun a string of webbing onto Cindy's idle iPad, both unlocking it and bringing it closer. He typed in a URL quickly and shoved it in her face?

It was a text heavy academic journal, the article he'd typed into the search engine showed up as unavailable. "What am I supposed to be looking at?"

"This is the research that my father did into the radioactive spider that bit both of us."

"Why is it unavailable?"

"The government deemed it too dangerous so they prevented the publication and labelled his work as classified."

"Didn't my parents work on this as well?"

"Your parents were working on a cure, not on the cause?"

"Where;s the file now? How did you find out about this? Aren't you the CEO of a company who moonlights as a superhero? How did you have time or the resources-"

"Is that important?"

"No. How do we get it?"

"I got a tipoff that it's at NYPD's headquarters right now?"

Cindy finished her drink in one long continuous sip.

Travelling via web-slinging was always refreshing, wind brushing aside hair and it was mindless. The city opening like a flower, the heart of New York beating wildly in the open air. The quick slosh of someone else was unwelcome. Peter had caught up to her. He was only a block and a half behind her now. She'd never been to the police headquarters so they would need to stop and plan their method of entry.

She picked a secluded church top with a looming gremlin or gargoyle before taking a breathe,

Peter was wheezing and it took a couple of minutes to catch his breath. They didn't often speak about the disparity between them-her ability in some respect had manifest in different aspect.

"You're excited." Peter said as his folded his limbs next to hers.

"I'm eager to get back to bed-without you. I need to clean the webbing off my cats. I wanted to read more into my parent's work. Also my brother, Alfred."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your problem. I'll handle it. I can."

Peter carefully put his arm on Cindy's shoulder. She didn't flinch so he kept it there. She could feel the spike in desire, but noted his control. Peter wasn't trying to trick her. He just wanted her to feel comforted and that if she wanted it, he would help her.