[ (punch to the head, run up a wall, blackflip, snatch a gun out of a guy’s hand.)
she’s not quite as talkative as she sometimes is, leaping and spinning around criminals. seeing sansa here’s knocked her off guard, a crossover between her two lives that penny really doesn’t know how to deal with.
(crouched to vertical jump to uppercut - they never see it coming from somebody as short as she is.)
even if the wisecracks and disses she’d come up with have all slipped from her mind, penny’s at least able to keep herself focused enough to take care of the robbers. she doesn’t glance back at sansa, she doesn’t showboat for her, barely even thinks about her, save for when she used a pair of stilettos to get a guy in the neck, singing a line of “boots were made for walking” in a pretty terrible nancy sinatra impression.
and then, before she realizes it, she’s done. webbing people has become so automatic that she has to pause once the fight’s over to do a headcount: two dangling from the stairs, one against the wall, two on the floor, one around a display case.
she’s straightening up from flashing a peace sign into a ten-year-old’s phone when she sees sansa standing in front of her. oh, bad bad bad. ]
Oh! All in a day’s work. [ that doesn’t sound too personal, does it? ] Uh, Ma’am. [ better???
spider-girl tilts her head. ] He didn’t hurt you, did he?
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Date: 2020-10-15 10:05 pm (UTC)she’s not quite as talkative as she sometimes is, leaping and spinning around criminals. seeing sansa here’s knocked her off guard, a crossover between her two lives that penny really doesn’t know how to deal with.
(crouched to vertical jump to uppercut - they never see it coming from somebody as short as she is.)
even if the wisecracks and disses she’d come up with have all slipped from her mind, penny’s at least able to keep herself focused enough to take care of the robbers. she doesn’t glance back at sansa, she doesn’t showboat for her, barely even thinks about her, save for when she used a pair of stilettos to get a guy in the neck, singing a line of “boots were made for walking” in a pretty terrible nancy sinatra impression.
and then, before she realizes it, she’s done. webbing people has become so automatic that she has to pause once the fight’s over to do a headcount: two dangling from the stairs, one against the wall, two on the floor, one around a display case.
she’s straightening up from flashing a peace sign into a ten-year-old’s phone when she sees sansa standing in front of her. oh, bad bad bad. ]
Oh! All in a day’s work. [ that doesn’t sound too personal, does it? ] Uh, Ma’am. [ better???
spider-girl tilts her head. ] He didn’t hurt you, did he?