"That's awesome!" He cheers, and she can nearly imagine the perfect way his eyes light up with that exuberant energy that he seemingly possesses if she could just see more past the suit, "You're like me." When his voice comes out in a gentle, awed tone, she tries to hold back some of her pride since her mind should be working out ways to get home rather than being caught up in whatever this was.
"I'm Ladybug." A part of her misses Cat Noir like she'd never would have believed before, because standing before another superhero, one that seems to be different from them, is not quite the same as having her dorky partner that always was her favorite kind of support system beside her.
"I'm Spiderman." The man before her speaks with the steady ease and brush of excitement that fits him far too well, "So you're bug based like me?"
"Of course." It feels weird to address another superhero, almost like her experience was strictly reserved for Rena Rouge, Cat Noir, and the Grand Guardian, Master Fu, and as of now, she'd never been out of that mostly comfort zone kind of range.
"It seems perfect in a way that we'd meet, right?" Spiderman stares up at her, and she ignores how unnerved this all makes her feel, "Oh, wait! Why are you here? What does that mean for me?" He looks almost nervous, scared to death in a way as if she'd just filed a 'Spiderman replacement application' which she did not in fact do.
"We'll probably take up patrolling the city together for a while until I can find my way back home." She remembers the flash of light and the prickly feeling of being pulled through what must have been a portal of some kind. It felt like her skin had been being eaten alive and that she had to deal with something way worse than she'd ever imagined within those few, short moments. It felt both fast and slow, dizzying with a hint nausea mixed in that she was not excited to deal with.
It at least told her what the Akuma's special plan for her had been. 'Have fun, Ladybug, in a world where they don't need you.' She could just imagine Hawkmoth's anger at failing to get her Miraculous yet again.
"That would probably be fine. Back home?" Spiderman looked nervous again, and she wondered what he must be filling his head with as far as her home was concerned.
"Yeah," Ladybug sighed, "I'm from Paris in what might be a parallel world if that makes sense?" She stammered, "Because, I don't remember you or anything similar in my world. I just kind of got sent here by an angry supervillain that wouldn't stop talking about how the world is bigger than we say it is and fiction isn't as fictional as it's supposed to be. He said something about The Avengers? And some robot, alien things, and a bunch of other weird stuff that sound like comic book weird dimensional stuff that made no sense to me. I'm more of a gamer than a superhero comic book reader, but my friend back home might have known of you in a way."
"That sounds cool." Spiderman took a deep breath, "Except, we'd be comic book characters back in your world?"
"Probably. The only person I know that is a comic book hero is Majestia. Have you heard of her? My friend's a big fan." Ladybug couldn't stop her nervous ramble as the idea of not being able to go home hit her square in the chest.
"No?" Spiderman asked, "I've never heard of a Majestia. But I could ask around?"
"Don't bother then. She's probably not real here anyway." Ladybug admitted, nerves making her almost self conscious even though she probabvly didn't have to be in front of Spiderman. They were both superheroes; weird alternate realities shouldn't be far out of their grasp of reason, she hoped anyway.
"Okay...?" Spiderman answered, "So what time will you patrol here?"
"I'll take morning shift. I need to find a place to stay anyway." Ladybug sighed; morning patrols sounded weird to her, but she was banking on them sounding even weirder for Spiderman. He seemed about her age anyway.
"Alright. Sure." He still looked at her as if she were some alien or at least that's the way it felt to her before he took off to finish his likely patrol route, leaving her alone to try to sort out some way of getting home again that likely wasn't even going to work like her last three hadn't.