"So how'd you get here, kid?"

"I made a dimensional transporter. It's so weird. King Pin was trying to stab a hole through dimensions, causing it to become unstable and break, but if you just simply slice through instead, it works much better. Plus a recalibration of the central-"

Noir wasn't listening at this point. Sure, he was still engaged in the conversation, but she was talking too futuristic for him to understand. In fact, it was something even Olivia Octavius herself wouldn't understand. It's just strange...

Peni finally stopped talking about her transporter and looked to Peter. Her eyes sparkling with joy. Oh! Her last sentence was a question! What was it?

"Hm?"

"What's been going on with you?"

"Oh, not much. Normal stuff. Fighting and junk"

She nodded, not telling him about her abilities yet. Yes, everyone else in the spider gang could do what she's learning to, but it's a big step. It felt like just yesterday that she was crying because she felt inferior to the other spiders. Like she was useless without Bitsy and everyone else. The whole interaction with the others ruined her entire self image.

Before meeting them, she was confident. She was strong, determined, and felt like she was a real super hero! But then it all changed, seeing them sticking to walls, shoot webs and swing with grace, use strength only imaginable by any common person, and then seeing Miles with his invisibility and shocking?! She felt like an outcast...

"Is it ok if i stay with you for a while? There's a whole war thing going on at home that i don't wanna be involved with"

Sure, she lied. She didn't want him to know she was just lonely because her family was out and she was having trouble doing things without sticking to stuff...

"Sure. Just try not to get noticed. Not many people know what color is around here"

She couldn't see it, but she knew he winked. Kinda hard to tell what he's doing under that mask and the goggles. But Peni had a hunch.

The day ended uneventfully. Peter made food for her and himself. Nothing that good, but it wasn't bad either. Now, Peni was trying not to gag, not because of the taste, but because all she eats has color. This was just too weird for her.

That night, Noir actually got some sleep. Normally he doesn't, seeing as how crime doesn't sleep either. But it's the fact that Peni was there that let him rest.

Midnight came. The girl was used to staying up far longer. Falling asleep did come easy to Peni, but without the white noise of the small engine in her floating bed or the rushing of cars outside her window, she was struggling to rest. Her eyes closed as she snuggled close to the man, trying to use his heart as some kind of sound, but under the layers of clothes he wore, she could barely hear it...

Peni growled quietly. She got up and went into her bag. She pulled out a suit. Just like the rest of the gang! But this one was made her own. It was the same sea foam green as her cat back pack, and the web designs on it were a darker blue. On the waist there was a small pink skirt and on the head there were two holes for her hair. For twin ponytails. She put it on, the pale pink tinted eyes on it blinked a few times. Peni said she'd never wear this again. She made it after meeting everyone. Trying to wear it to save people was...awful. They mistook her for a villian. Someone who would show no mercy. Even with the bright colors.

Peni moved her hair so that the jet black was sticking through the holes. She thought that since the city was so quiet, maybe she could teach herself how to climb and swing. Just as the others do.

After a quick replication and modification, she had her own web shooters. The girl went outside through an open window, not wanting to wake the one that reminded her so much of her dad.

Peni crawled up the wall, her fingers not wanting to let go of the dark grey brick, but with some pulling and a groan they finally released.

Now. As for swinging, she's seen the others in action. It looked pretty simple. A lot of geometry was involved in it, along with simple knowledge of physics. The girl bit her lip in concentration under the mask, a little quirk she got from her father. The web shot from her wrist, allowing her to give a small cheer. She calibrated it right! And on the first try!

Oh, only if Bitsy were here to see her! He'd be so proud! She grabbed onto the web, not exactly trusting the shooter to keep it in place with her weight.

Gracefully, she was off. Shooting webs from one place to another, swinging through the city with such joy. It was easy! She felt like this was what she was meant to do all along! That is... before the webbing snapped and sent her crashing to the ground.

The girl landed on her feet, but the momentum sent her rolling into a wall. Her back colliding with the brick before she could stop herself. Her face having hit the concrete a few times before that.

Peni sat up with a wince. Her hand on her back. The mask showing one eye was closed and the other was narrowed. She stood up, hearing popping and cracking coming from her hips. Nothing important seemed broken though. So she was fine.

Looking out onto the streets, she saw that there was almost no one out. And the ones that were out were either drunk, high, or homeless. Sheesh. This is what Peter has to deal with every day? She felt bad for him...

As Peni walked back to the apartment, she yawned. Finally getting tired enough to sleep. She crawled into the window she escaped from, only to see Peter awake and ready to fight. But it was her colorful suit that made him relax.

"So you decided to try and be like the rest of us?"

"Sorta"

"How'd that go for ya, kid?"

Silence. She took off the mask, showing a black eye and a broken nose. Peter sighed softly, picking her up and taking her into the bathroom. He turned on the light and grabbed a wash cloth, putting it under some cold water. He looked at her nose, knowing he'd have to fix how it was sitting.

"Now, this will probably hurt. But i gotta re-set your nose. You can trust me though... I've done this to myself more times than i care to remember"

Peni only nodded. Allowing his fingers to gently grab her face. After a snap and a yelp of pain, it was done. She ran her finger down her nose, noticing how it lined up perfectly. Peter moved her fingers so he could put some medical tape on it to keep it in place. He then handed her the wash cloth to keep on her eye.

As Peni held it there, she yawned. Her eyes closing for a moment. Peter shook his head and picked her up again. He placed her on the bed, letting her fall asleep. He soon did the same, holding her close and protectively as he dozed off.