Series: 23 for 23
Title: Six: Rubberband Man
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I own the World Walker, Joss Whedon owns BtVS, Marvel and Raimi own Peter Parker/Spiderman.
Spoilers: Series and the first Spiderman movie, gen for 2 & 3
Series Summary: Twenty-three stories and crossings of worlds (read: insanity) to celebrate twenty-three years.
Part Summary: Meeting familiar faces in the oddest of places.
Words: 296
A/N: First quote comes from the into, second comes from Colorblind by Counting Crows. Second comes from the second into. Set post second movie.
Dedication: To lady_sylver for the fandoms and prompt.
23 for 23
Six: Rubberband Man
Innocent babe with the world in her eyes saw through the charades and stood on dangerous ground.
Taffy-stuck tongue tied, stutter shook up tight.
She was stuck to the wall, away from harm and staring at a butt she knew all too well. Which was weird, because she shouldn't know the butt as well as she did, especially considering how often she'd actually seen this person. And hello, gay, so she definitely shouldn't know this male butt at all. She was a travesty to the whole gay population.
"I think they'll forgive you, just this once," the butt-holder, sticking people to the wall perpetrator chuckled.
"Are you reading my mind?" Willow blinked.
"No, you said it out loud," he didn't laugh this time, but she just knew he was holding it in, just like he did in -
"Ohmigoddess, I know that voice too!" Willow did a little half-wave with her hand and muttered in Latin. The web slowly unwound around her and gently lowered her to the ground.
"What the -"
"Oh, please, criticism from the guy in red and blue spandex?" Willow snorted, grinning at him. "I can't believe how long it took me to figure it out. I grew up in Sunnydale. We were all about superhero/secret identities. And ignoring the weird, until it collapsed."
"I don't know what you're talking about -"
"Anyway, Pete, I guess I'm just gonna pretend I didn't figure out it was you and youre gonna have to forget that I did this."
Chanting again in Latin, Willow flung the two encroaching vampires up into the remains of a wooden packing crate. Her feet wobbled under her, and she felt spandex against her bare arms. Grinning up into Spider-Man, a.k.a. Peter Parker's hood covered head, Willow managed to get one sentence out before she fell back in a giddy heap.
"Okay, maybe well agree to forget it after I recover."