Nadja Chamack gave her everyday smile as she turned to the camera. "Live in three … two … one … and go!"
"Good morning Paris, this is Nadja Chamack, here to give you the news you've been craving for." She smiled. "First thing first, the scoop everyone's craving for, the new superhero and supervillain hero dynamic that hit our fair city." It was the dream of most reporters nowadays to have big events like this pop up. Ever since world war two and the rise of heroes like Captain America, covering stories of the rise of super humans was what made or broke careers. People may like peace, but the news loved chaos.
"Earlier this week, a child was transformed into a giant rock monster called 'Stoneheart' by a mysterious villain known as 'Hawkmoth', who suggested he could do this to anyone at any time. Be on the lookout, citizens." A city under fear, threats of more and more villain attacks to come….her career was going to SKYROCKET for sure.
"And while the threat of another villain attack looming over the city hangs over many a parisian's head, rest assured, for we are not without hope." Sprinkle in just a little bit of light in the mostly dark picture to keep the viewers interested. "For paris has two of it's own new heroes, Ladybug and Chat Noir." She showed off images. "And not to mention a transfer from the big apple, the Miraculous Spider-Man, who some may recognize from a short lived career as a performer, now turned 'friendly neighborhood hero'. Whether the appearance of the other two 'miraculous' holders played a factor in the arachnid hero's appearance is unknown at the time. And although we weren't able to get in a word with the two heroes, Spider-Man managed to stay behind for a word of his own." She showed off the footage.
"Mister Spider." Nadja asked.
"Please, Mister Spider is my father. Call me Spider-man."
"Alright, Spider-Man … tell me, what is your opinion on the situation at hand." She asked.
"Well, when I saw two new rookie heroes out there, I knew it was this Spider's duty to lend a hand, especially in a country where they can't just call up the avengers for backup." He stated. "And although inexperienced, they have plenty of potential. Chat Noir has very keen instincts with a heroic heart, and Ladybug is a crazy mastermind that fixes property damage, which is why we New Yorkers actually had to invest in Damage Control insurance, so thank her for saving everyone's expensive premium rates. I know my wallet's gonna be happy."
"And Hawkmoth?"
"Situation's too new. I'll give you all the deets on the coward in about a month or so after we pick up what his favorite little nectar is." There was a LOT of personality to work with here. Thankfully the man was a very talkative person. She had more than enough B-roll Footage to last for days. "But rest assured, Team Miraculous is gonna get to the bottom of it, so all of Paris will never have anything to fear as long as we are here."
"Although another so-called 'Akuma' attack has yet to be reported by the denizens of Paris, that hasn't stopped the appearance of our Super heroes, particularly the one known as Spider-man, who has been seen stopping a series of petty crimes." She continued. "It seems the title of 'friendly neighborhood' hero is very well earned. This humble reporter is confident in saying she feels safer already."
"Now, onto less Spider themed news, let's move on to the latest Agreste brand clothesline …"
"We have a chase in progress, suspect seen running from a jewelry store in a black camaro. All officers near Rue de Rivoli, requesting backup." Roger Raincomplex may have a rough week. His city was under attack, a supervillain broke his arm, and his daughter's self confidence had more holes in it than french cheese, but he was a man that swore to do his best no matter what the odds said.
"This is officer Raincomplex, I'm on my way." He answered the radio, doing his best to drive with one wheel. He may not be able to chase them down, but he could cut them off. Anything he could offer would be enough.
He drove, drove, drove, speeding as fast as he could, until he reached the area … where the car was stopped, its wheels burnt out, and the criminal was held upside down with a chain by the so-called 'Spider-Man' standing sideways on the building. "So, Saturday morning crook, wanna tell the world why you thought stealing in a highly noticeable camaro was a good idea?" He asked, pulling out a phone. "I like to gather a list of opinions on stupidity."
"Get me down from here!"
"You sure? Cause if I drop you, that'll cause some head trauma, and considering how 'smart' you are going by your very subtle robbery, that it's something you might want to avoid."
Raincomplex got out of his vehicle, walking up to the scene. "'Spider-Man' I presume?"
"The one and only." The 'hero' cheeky grinned. "Aren't you the cop with the swat team at the eiffel tower?"
"..Yes.." He grumbled, recalling the remarks the little punk made back then. "May I ask what you're doing out here given the lack of monsters?"
"Stopping a high speed chase through the streets of Paris obviously. I mean, look at everyone walking around." The brightly colored vigilante pointed to the people walking through the streets. "Figured that do something so that the peaceful desizens of this city wouldn't have to worry about getting run over."
"I believe that's called 'vigilantism', which is a crime." He pointed out.
"Actually ever since the appearance of the Defenders, Avengers, and Luke Cage's Heroes for hire, laws governing what counts as vigilantism has changed, especially in the likes of more violent and psychotic people such as the Punisher. Small acts such as stopping bank robberies and drug dealings fall under 'the good samaritan act', which is how people like Daredevil, Black Night, and Ghost Force are able to run around without too much police intervention."
… He'd have to double check if that was just for America or for the world all together. "Be as that may, that was still incredibly reckless-"
"No, first I used an app to read pick up on the speed of the car." The punk showed off his phone. "Tech is great. Nowadays you can download a speedometer app whenever you want. Then after getting a reading on the car, I triangulate the trajectory of how far I should find myself, as well as counting for wind resistance, then plopping myself in front of said stolen car and applying just enough force to stop it without breaking anything."
"..." Roger was COMPLETELY lost on all the technicalities.
"Oooh, looks like I just schooled you. Hah, math for the win. Selfie!" The punk took a picture. "But seriously, your work is greatly appreciated. Don't forget Spider-Bites, police are heroes too, go to them first if something is wrong in your life." He said.
A few more cars showed up. "Sir we … is the crook in a chain upside down?"
"LET ME GO!"
"Right right, no need to get fussy." With an eye roll, the vigilante jumped up and slightly lowered the criminal … until he was surrounded by three police. "And, let go." The chain released.
"Huh…that was easy." His men scratched their heads as they cuffed the criminal
"No need to thank me. Officers. Just swinging through the neighborhood, being a friendly little spidey, all the good stuff." He waved off as he extended his chain to another roof. "Now if you excuse me, there's an old lady down the street calling for someone to help her walk across. See you all in the funny pages."
"Wow. Our job's got a lot more simpler." One of his men smirked. "Now we got heroes to do all the hard stuff."
"...Right…" Maybe Roger would be more accepting if that punk was less of a cheeky bastard about it.
Tikki munched on a cookie. "Thanks Marinette. Your family makes the best treats."
"Your welcome Tikki, I'm sorry for the whole … thinking you were a hallucination then ditching you in a box while trying to give you to my best friend thing."
"Eh, not the first time a Ladybug thought she wasn't ready." She waved it off as she took another bite. "The important thing is that you stepped up and did the right thing in the end. You saved Paris and stopped the Akuma."
"I did …" She nodded. "Don't know how to feel about Chat Noir and Spider-Man though …"
"Well Plaag users are usually more chaotic in nature compared to the Ladybug, so honestly Chat Noir is pretty restrained." Tiki noted. "But usually they're chosen for their selflessness and kindness, so I don't think you have much to worry about there."
"Yeah. He didn't berate me for losing the Akuma and for being late. If he could be understanding, I guess it's only fair that I should do the same again… though I'm NOT going to let him call me Bugaboo."
"You and me both. I've been wanting to stop Plaag from calling me Sugercube for the last five hundred years." Tikki giggled. "It's charming when it isn't annoying."
"True that …" She sighed. "As for the other hero in my life … I don't want to misjudge anyone, especially someone I don't know…but Spider-man seems like a huge gloryhound." Marinette narrowed her eyes, looking at the computer screen as seeing the Spider holder talking to that reporter. "Seems like he revels in the spotlight, and he's going out even without another Akuma."
Annasi's holders were many things throughout the years, all ranging from different backgrounds and personalities. It's sad that showboating was somehow the least offensive train the holder could have. "Could be worse." Tikki shrugged. "At least this one doesn't seem like a cannibal or Hydra agent."
Marinette blinked for a second. "...I'm sorry, I thought you just said that Spider-man could be a cannibal/nazi."
"One of them was Jack the Ripper. A Ladybug of mine was the one that caught him, but there was this whole 'love triangle' thing with the Cat Noir and the holder at the time so he had to kill him, but luckily afterwards, it fell to a pretty kind lady who swore to make up for all the deaths."
"...So is the Spider miraculous evil or…"
"It's…a complicated story, but the short answer is no. Kwami's aren't evil, that you can be assured.…..Annasi is apathetic at worst."
Marinette blinked. "Wait, if Kwamis aren't evil, then what about a Kwami that would represent the concept of evil?"
"That's where the lines blur. You see, when the universe was created, evil wasn't present. Only good existed. It was only when life began to develop that the idea of evil began to grow. Which ironically took the form as its own species … like the Renlings being the embodiments of virtues, but I haven't seen them in ages." Which was probably for the best. Prodigious holders were less restrained than miraculous holders. Too much power for one mortal to take on all at once. "So Kwami's don't represent evil emotions and negativity, unless they're held by a holder who carries those emotions constantly. That's how you get villains like Hawkmoth. Nooru is meant to be generosity, but whoever Hawkmoth is, twists the concept and makes it manipulation."
"I see …" Marinette nodded. "So what about this Annasi Kwami? What does he represent"
"Stability, but that concept takes on new meaning with each holder." She sighed. Annasi could be a really big help or a big headache depending on his holder. "The Spider miraculous, although not a part of our zodiac, has an interesting history amongst ALL the miraculous. Almost over half of its users end up being evil or corrupted in some way." Tikki said.
"But I thought the person that chose me and Chat Noir chose heroes?"
"Yes, the guardian of OUR miraculous, of the Ladybug and Black Cat…. Annasi has his own guardian separate from ours… and she doesn't get along with him." The hours Madame web and Fu would spend fighting each other were super annoying. "She has her own method of selection, so we never know what kind of person the Spider will take on next will be."
"So … he could be a creep just doing stuff for fame for all we know?" Marinette asked in concern.
"Well if he was a creep, then I think that would've been more obvious." Tikki pointed out. "The showboating…probably, but he was able to catch Chloe, and he caught Mylene while you caught Ivan, so that has to count for something."
"True …" She thought it over. "Peter lived in America, maybe I could ask him for some advice."
"That sounds alright." Tikki nodded. "Just make sure not to badger him."
"Peter Peter Peter!" Nino watched as Alya shook the american. "I need to talk to you!" One thing he could definitely say about the new girl was that she had the energy of a hundred kids on a sugar high. Not even nearly getting crushed to death seemed to be enough to dissuade her peppy attitude.
"I'm here and I'm hearing my bones vibrate!" The boy exclaimed as he was shaken. As for the new guy, he was pretty cool. After the initial nerd gush between him and Max, he was shown to just be the kind of guy to snark at bullies and smile with friends. Besides, anyone willing to throw shade at Chloe right to her face instantly had his respect. "Mind telling me what you want to say before you nock a joint out a place?"
"Spider-Man, you know him, talk!" The girl shouted with sparkly eyes.
"Well, 'know' is a strong word. It's not like we have brunch every Sunday with eggs and coffee." He said.
"Don't be pedantic, you know what I mean!" She shook him around. "He's an American superhero that suddenly appeared the moment France debuted their own! I need deets for my blog, and I need them now!"
"Well he wasn't a favorite like Captain America or Iron Man, and I'm not exactly a trend watcher." Peter justified. "All I know is that he seems like a funny guy with a cool chain. Don't know what else there is to say about him besides the usual hero stick of beating up bad guys and getting people out of burning buildings."
"Come on, I need more than that! He's been around for a while and I need to start making profiles! I need info on Spider-Man!"
"Spider-Man?" Sabrina asked as she walked in. "He appeared on March Sixth, Two thousand fifteen. He started as a popular pro wrestler doing entertainment for cash, until he was involved in a robbery that he stopped easily. After dissolving his contract, he moved onto stopping crime in the streets with a vlogging proxy account for eight months before his latest trip here."
Everyone stared at Chloe's lackey with a VERY bewildered look. "...How and/or WHY do you know that in such detail?" Nino couldn help but ask.
"Chloe's his biggest fan, I made sure to look up everything for her." She smiled as if it was no big deal.
"Wait, Chloe, as in Queen mean herself, the one that never acknowledges anyone that isn't her phone, her dad, or Adrien….is a fangirl for an American Super-hero?" Marinette raised a huge eyebrow with a slight twitch in her eyes. "...And that's not just a recent thing because he saved her?"
"Oh no, it started with his fifth video, which involved stopping a purse snatcher, demonstrating his abilities, and answering questions for fans." Sabrina said.
"So wait, at what point does he fight some super villains?" Alya asked.
"… This week I guess. He only dealt with non-powered criminals before Stoneheart." Sabrina answered.
"So he's just showing off for the camera, great." Marinette rolled her eyes.
"Well, aren't there like five different super hero teams in New York alone?" Nino asked. "That seems like a lot of competition to find even one crook."
"Yeah, I mean, someone's gotta look out for the little guy, right?" Adrien spoke up, adding to the conversation. "You got the city destroyers, and then there's the small criminals that most don't think about."
"But that's why we have the police." Marinette said. "Heck, Sabrina's dad is a police officer."
"Actually, Spidey's latest podcast kind of had him showing him up with both cool tricks and complicated math." Alix piped up
"Not to mention he actually caught the guy without anyone getting hurt." Rose smiled. "If he's able to stop bad people and making people laugh, then he's gotta be a good person."
"I'm just wondering why Ladybug and Chat Noir aren't doing more outside of monster attacks." Kim asked.
"Meh, they probably have personal lives." Peter said. "You can't exactly pay for the home microwaveable meals if you wear the mask twenty four seven."
"Shows what you know, trash." Chloe said as she walked in, unwanted like always.
"Aww, you gave Marinette the name Maritrash and yet you can't even put in the time to give me an insulting nickname? And here I thought you at least had some talent."
"As if you know talent. You're barely worth the air I'm using to talk to you right now, and you're becoming more forgetful with each passing breath."
"Sadly, I can't say the same for you and your shrill annoying voice."
"Aww come on, can't we get along?" Adrien asked with puppy dog eyes, with Marinette blushing like mad.
"No." Peter and Chloe crossed their arms as they continued to glare daggers at each other. Barely a week into class and they already had a routine. Alya would mention heroes, Peter and Chloe would do everything they could to all but kill each other, Adrian would say something naive, and Marinette would just act clumsy. And Nino … was the cool dude.
"Your salad." Armand handed over the food to the girl he served. Over a decade of serving the Buegouis family and there were only a handful of complaints he had about the job. Sure, most jobs had their pros and cons, but the cons could be rather…..annoying when they came in such loud and frequent times.
"About time!" Chloe shouted. "How am I supposed to enjoy my show without a snack?!" Yes, this was one of those times.
Said show … one 'Spider-Man' swinging across Paris. "How's it swinging my dear spider-bites! It's your friendly neighborhood Spider-man coming to you live on the Web. I'll give you five seconds to realize how funny that was." The 'chat' was notably empty. "I understand, new to the French culture, it'll take a while for my humor to transfer fully."
"It was corny, but still fine." His boss grinned. "Jeanmystro, bring me an ice tea." Why did everyone think his name started with Jean? That wasn't even close. Was that just a french stereotype? Were stereotypes just so common nowadays that even the french fell into them?
"Now for those of you new to the Spider-man experience, I can sum everything up simply in five seconds." The brightly colored individual jumped off a roof and swung from his chain. "I do whatever a Spider can. Swing around, punch crime, and help anyone asking for it. A friendly neighborhood hero lookin out for the little guy. Doesn't take much to be a hero. Just be willing to help. A camera following your every move doesn't hurt either."
"Obviously." His young master grinned cheekily. "How else can you be a hero if no one knows you exist?" That had absolutely NOTHING to do with being a hero, but the last time he tried arguing with the young lady, he spent five hours picking honey and squirrel fur off his suit.
"Now I'm going to do my patrol while answering questions. The large the donation, the bigger the priority." He spoke, as a bing occured. "Five Euros … gonna have to convert to that … From Spiderfactoid69. 'Spidey, if you can do everything a spider can, can you shoot webs out your butt'? Gross dude. I'm not THAT kind of spider. I can't exactly reassure the citizens of the city with a quippy joke if Im saving them with strands of string around the unmentionables."
"Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous." His young master rolled her eyes. "Obviously he's WAY better than to use literal crap to save people. I only allow the best to save me after all. That's what makes Spider-man the better hero."
"What about the other day when Ladybug and Chat Noir saved you?"
"Pfft, that doesn't count. They made that stoney idiot Ivan trip and let that dumb purple butterfly get away. It's only when Spider-man came that succeeded at all." One could argue that Ladybug was doing more work than any of them, but again, it was pointless to argue with the young master.
"Oh, seven euros from Thor'shot123. Yes my friend, yes he is." They spoke, jumping onto the roof. "'Spider-Man, how long are you going to stay in Paris?' Well as long as the pastries are good and the sights are pretty, I might as well stay for the long haul." The boy chuckled. "But in all honesty, there's already so many hulks and Daredevil's in new york. I've counted like six different Captain Marvels in the past three or so."
"Exactly, Paris needs its own heroes too. You got to take up free real estate before anyone else moves in on your territory" Chloe stated. Armand wasn't even going to say anything on that, because technically, she had a point.
"Besides, this Akuma threat feels like it's going to be an ongoing thing, and it wouldn't be fair to my fellow spandex wearers to leave them high and dry." The hero landed on a rooftop, stretching. "So far though, the street crime is pretty tame, so you're probably mostly gonna see cat rescuing for the time being."
"A little lame, but as long as the people cheer, any publicity is good publicity." The girl admited. The fact she actually encouraged what sounded like helping those beneath her was a drastic improvement from her early days. She began typing into the computer.
"Okay, next question is from QueenBeeCB, with a whopping hundred euro donation, thanks lovely. They ask 'what did you think of the utterly beautiful and talented mayor's daughter that you saved from going splat like a real hero?' Wow, looks like I'm not the only one who has a fan out there."
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be my own biggest fan?" Chloe crossed her hands in satisfaction.
"To answer your question, I haven't really gotten to know the dashing blonde. Kind of hard to have a conversation in the middle of a villain attack and everything. But she seemed nice enough to call her dad off of shooting at us and the bad guys who literally ate pain, so thank you if you're watching sweetheart."
"Personal acknowledgement…..aaaaahh." The girl let out a rarely seen sight of bliss and ecstasy, a sight that was normally preserve for only Adrian Agreste. It was nice for the lady to branch out her interests…even if said interest ranged into rather…uncanny territory.
"Next question from NightMonkey36. 'Spidey, when are you going to notice Ladybug and Chat Noir standing behind you?'" There was a pause. "… Apparently now! Welcome to the show you two. What are the first words you wish to say to the world, besides your epic speach against Hawkmoth?"
"Shows over." The ladybug heroine sent her yo-yo into the camera.
"Hey, I just bought tha-"
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"… She ruined the stream! That no good brat!" Chloe fumed with a stomp on the floor. "Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!"
Peter glanced down at the broken device. "I had an installment plan on that, you know!" Now he had to pull out about two to three hundred for repairs. "If you wanted to talk privately, you just had to ask."
"I wasn't sure you would've been able to notice us with your big ego in the way, so I made an executive decision that guaranteed we had your total attention." Ladybug crossed her arms.
"I'm sure you'll get your chance to dance for the spotlight again, little spider, but for now we need to be all ears." Chat Noir raised his hands with a playful tone. "Of course my costume is the only one with ears, so it's already no trouble for me."
"You're still paying for a new phone." He deadpanned.
"Why?" Chat asked. "You know our weapons get Wi-Fi right?" He flipped his staff, showing a small screen.
"… I can use this thing as a phone?" He looked at his own chain, seeing a little hatch that opened a screen at the other end.
"...How can you have had your miraculous for eight months and NOT know about that!?" Ladybug shouted
"I didn't think ancient and old powers came with it." He responded, flipping it around as he looked into it. "Wi-Fi, calls, texts, gps, Bluetooth."
"What's a Bluetooth?" Chat asked.
"It's … wait a second, what if this thing is psychosomatic!?" He shouted. "You think phone so you get phone, so if I think of voice command …" Peter looked around, pressing a button.
"Siri, at your service." So cool!
"AWESOME!" Spidey shouted. "Now I don't have to pay an extra fifty a month for data services … barring the need for a civilian phone in my life, but hey, live and learn.
"Could we focus?" Ladybug asked. "I'd rather not mess with psycho whatever."
"Oh it's just fun." He rolled his eyes. "It's not like I'm gonna hack into SHIELD."
"Hacking into SHIELD."
"NO! NO! NO! DON'T DO THAT!" He shook his chain. "Control Alt Delete! Shut down!"
"Shutting down."
"Phew…..they really should label this better." He huffed. "So, wanna talk about a long term strategy about good old Hawky or are we having movie night with Ryan Renolds?"
"Oooh, I could go for a movie." Chat noir nodded.
"Kitty, focus, we agreed to be serious here." Ladybug glared.
"Sure thing Bugaboo, lay the law." The cat saluted.
"Ugh, this is going to be the death of me." The spotted hero grumbled. "Look, Spider-Man, we're grateful for the help yesterday…"
"Watcha talkin about, it's a team effort. It's why I coined '#teammiraculous' after the interview. Gotta share the love." This was the type of collab he wanted to do back in New York when he was preparing to move.
"...But if you're serious about sticking around to help, then we need to talk about what you're doing…. with that." She pointed to the busted phone.
"Well nothing, considering you destroyed it." He answered. "Oh, can that lucky charm thingy make a new one for me? Pretty please?"
"Spidey, I love making jokes as much as the next alley cat, but try toning it down by a thread if you can." Chat smirked.
"This is exactly what I'm getting at." Ladybug continued. "We can't have you going out fighting crime if you're constantly live streaming every fight."
"Well I don't livestream fights per say. Just the muggings I catch on patrol." He clarified. "Although I'm probably gonna have to expand the showmanship so the audience doesn't get board. I wonder if this chain can record while I swing it … would be blurry though."
"Can't you be serious for once!?" Ladybug shouted.
Peter looked at the two, before understanding filled his head. "I see what's happening." He nodded, understanding the situation. "You want some tips from the pro."
"What!?" She screamed.
"Alright, lesson one, closets are not your friends." He told the two. "When your timer is running low and you rush in and out, a civilian could totally see someone go in and someone else come out of a confined space that no one else could have used. Blam, identity reveal." Spidey explained. "Number two, emergency food at all times. You never know when your Kwami needs to recharge in a flash, so no matter how bad it makes you smell, keep extra stuff on hand."
"Huh, that would be very practical." Chat noir nodded. "But do these suits come with pockets? I don't know if I can store cheese on the go.
"Honestly, the stuff I wear just just vanishes and appears unless it's in my hand, so … probably?" Annasi wasn't very clear on the Quantum masking thing. "Lesson three, talking with people you know. You are either casual or formal with everyone you meet. Make sure that your tone of voice doesn't give away that you know them in real life. That especially goes for the people you don't get along with. We may be unrecognizable behind these masks but our voices are still a dead giveaway if we're not careful." Peter would've preferred a full body mask, but apparently it 'wasn't what he really wanted' according to the spider Kwami.
"...While helpful, that wasn't the point I was trying to make." The spotted hero just rolled her eyes again. "You're playing a dangerous game, Spider-man. We're supposed to be heroes, not celebrities."
"Why can't we be both?" He asked. "So what if I get a little screen time, as long as people feel safe around me and I help people, it's all good in the end right?" Spidey justified. "You could probably use some exposure yourself, you know. You're the first french hero and the only thing people know about you is that a purple butterfly man wants your jewelry. What happens when people don't wanna walk in your direction because they're afraid of where it leads?"
"Because heroism shouldn't come with rewards." She argued. "We all have a responsibility as miraculous users to help!"
"Hey, my Kwami said I could do whatever I wanted with my power. And I want to both help people and store up enough money on the side for emergencies." He raised his hands. "Contrary to popular belief, not all heroes have Tony Stark's bank account and have to work for a living."
"You're turning helping people into just a job!"
"... You mean being a police officer, or a firefighter?" He questioned. "Jobs revolving around helping people in life threatening situations?" He glared. "And it's not like I'm going to turn into an asshat and stop protecting people just because I'm not getting tips you little-"
"Whoa, whoa, my sensitive feline ears are burning, ease up on the language." Chat noir got in the middle and separated the two of them. "What the lady is trying to say is just we need to be sure that your heart's in the right place."
"Hey, helping civilians is my priority, thank you very much. I just tend to focus on smaller things rather than big ones." Spidey said, raising his hand. "What I do is build trust and assurance. You can call me Gloryhound or spotlight hog or whatever pretty words you want to say, but if a little kid's too afraid to take your hand when something dangerous comes, then sorry, you've failed as a hero."
Ladybug looked like she was about to scream again, but all that came out was a held in squeal. "...Because I'm such a nice person, I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt…for now."
"Aww, trust building between friends." He smiled, getting in close.
"But don't think I'm gonna let my guard down." She held her hand up. "Tikki told me about the past Spider holders and their disturbing history."
"Trust me, I am quite disturbed as well." Peter admitted. "The only thing Annasi complained about was that they got blood on his coffee beans."
"... Am I missing context?" Chat asked.
"Talk to your Kwami about it. They'll clear it up." Ladybug answered, before turning away. "I got my eye on you Spider-man. If you get in the way or turn on us, we'll grab your miraculous just like Hawkmoths."
"Love you too, partner, glad we can clear the air." He waved off as the heroine groaned, taking off.
"Hope you don't love her too much, cause kitty might scratch if you do." Chat Noir snickered.
"Nah, not my type." He did have a thing for blondes that WEREN'T airheads. "And don't worry Chat Noir, I'll make sure your lady is off the market for your paws."
"Really?" They asked in surprise.
"Do you know how many people already ship you two on the forums? It breaks the poor Parisian's hearts to hear otherwise." He reassured the cat. "I know I come off as aloof, but I do want to help however I can."
"... Thanks Spidey." That's what he was there for.