Date: 2020-10-13 05:30 pm (UTC)
webbs: ([suit] comes great responsibility)
From: [personal profile] webbs
[ penny’s doing another visual sweep - counting goons, planning her attack - when she hears the voice. it’s not loud, just a hurried, panicked apology, but it cuts through the uneasy din and straight to penny’s ears. ] Sansa? [ it’s said quietly, not nearly loud enough that anybody’ll hear her, but penny flinches the moment she says it. not good to give away her position, less good to give hints to her identity.

but somebody tormenting her girlfriend (even if it’s penny’s girlfriend, not spider-girl’s girlfriend) just stings. she lowers herself down on some webbing, ten feet above them in time for the asshole to take the bracelet off of sansa’s wrist. but sansa jerks her wrist back, so the necklace goes flying up into the air -

spider-girl catches it easily. ]
Hey. [ she makes a show of looking over the bracelet, then down at sansa and the robber. ] Finder’s keepers, right? [ she falls like a thunderbolt, contorting herself she straddles the robber’s shoulders with her thighs - thanks for the lesson, nat - and slams him into the ground. ]

Catch!

[ jewelry tossed up to sansa and in a smooth motion, penny shoots two webs to the opposing wall and pulls, dragging herself - and the guy under her - across the floor. ]

Date: 2020-10-15 10:05 pm (UTC)
webbs: ([glasses] bad bad bad)
From: [personal profile] webbs
[ (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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