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[ Now here’s a Kid who doesn’t have a care in the world. And why should he? It’s just another perfect day in good ol’ Mayfield. There’s nothing to worry about here. Nothing at all. And his smile shows just how swell everything really is.

In fact, he’s taking a stroll through town, twirling a bat in his hand. Seems like he’s trying to find someone who might want to take advantage of such a great day like today! ]

Afternoon! Up to a game of ball?

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[ And then here’s a Kid who can’t be bothered to slow down. And why should he? There was someone out there, following him. Every move he made, every step he took, they were there, watching. Their presence continually lingered in the back of his mind, putting him more and more into an anxious state.

He has to get away. Somehow, someway, he just has to. Baseball bat in hand, his pace quickens as he walks around town, only stopping to look over his shoulder with a hand rubbing his neck. Kid’s more than ready to confront any that try to sneak up on him, should it come to that. ]

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[Peter follows, swinging from line to line, landing on a building and crawling along its side as he watches this kid's frightened, hurried gait. Where's HE off to in such a hurry? His Danger Sense buzzes again, vaguely, unplaceable, a faint, tingling nagging of some danger SOMEWHERE, but he can't place where... Just in case, he decides to remain as out of sight as possible, while keeping tabs on junior here.]

[ Off Kid goes, hurrying along, trying to find somewhere, anywhere, to go. And then suddenly he stops, twirling around to face someone who wasn't there. His eyes begin to dart from right to left, suspiciously eyeing each and every thing around him. ]

I know you're out there.

[ It's hard to tell whether he's referring to Peter or someone else entirely. ]

[Peter freezes. What's going on here. He's standing on the side of a house. When the kid whirled around out of nowhere, he hadn't had time to dive out of sight, so he'd simply stopped where he was, busted. ...Or was he? Because this kid is looking all around the world, everywhere BUT at Spidey, and calling out as if he doesn't see him. Peter looks around, confused.]

I think you should look into contacts, kid. Or get a dog.

[ He blinks at the response, the first he'd gotten all day. But he shakes off that surprise to turn towards the other, bringing up his bat slightly. ]

You. You've been following me.

[ His words falter just a bit at the end, as if he's unsure that this was really the culprit. That feeling of being watched by unseen eyes was still there. ]

Hey! I haven't been FOLLOWING you, I've been... conscientiously swinging behind you.

...Yeah, okay, I was following you. Sue me, kid, I'm just trying to keep an eye on things here, look out for trouble. Job comes with the costume. Along with the occasional wedgie.

[Peter crosses his arms, still standing sideways, eyeing him. Suddenly he realizes he should probably get a burger or something, he's pretty hungry. He's been patrolling a while now.]

[ Kid just lowers his bat at that, looking over his shoulder. No, this definitely wasn't who he had been looking out for. ]

Sorry. I just... there's someone watching me.

[ He lets out a sigh. That sounded a lot less crazy in his head. ]

Did you see anyone else 'round here, then?

[Hm? Someone else? He looks around.] ...No? I was swinging around here for a while, and you're the first person I've seen in the area in quite some time. And I was looking, trust me.

[Alone. Scared. Weak.
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Uh...what was that.]

... That can’t be right. [ Kid looks around for a moment, brows furrowed. He knows there’s someone out there, somewhere.

But then he turns back to Spidey, quirking up an eyebrow. ] You okay?

[Peter stands there, blinking and thinking in silent shock. Kid and anyone passing by, because they can only see his masked face, will probably think he looks like he's frozen where he stands. That voice, those thoughts... was that... did he think those things? What the hell?

Confused. Paranoid. WEAK.]

[ The lack of a response makes the Kid's grip on the bat tighten. ]

... Did ya not hear me?

[ As tense as he already was, it's best he play it safe first. ]

[Peter looks up at Kid, snapping out of his frozen contemplation... and lunges at him in a surprising burst of speed that seems to come out of nowhere.]

[ Lucky for the Kid that's something he's more than used to. He manages to react just fast enough to dodge, raising up his bat to ready himself again. Just like old times. ]

—what're ya doing?

[ He's not going to strike yet though. Not until he's sure. ]

[Peter turns on the spot, a manic energy in his movements. He's been so mad lately, just... irrirated and powerful and mad and hungry. In his intensity, Peter is barely even aware that he's acting, moving on pure, violent instinct. Not his own instinct, oh no... that's the wonders of Johnson and Johnson medical meddling, but in this case, both Johnsons refer to the same person, and that same person is crazy.

He clenches his fists and hunkers down into a ready position.]

Simple, Kid. I'm FEEDING! On you. [Another lunge.] Thanks in ADVANCE!!

[ ... Not exactly a response he was looking for. Does he look like a delicacy or something because wow second time’s a charm. At least the girl earlier didn’t act like this. Clearly the factory's been busy. Almost makes him feel bad for having to fight this guy off.

Kid gets a bit too caught up on the answer, not letting himself enough time to dodge again. He puts up his bat as a block between himself and the other, trying vigorously to push him off. ]

[Peter grasps at Kid around the bat-shield, one hand pulling on the bat to try to yank it away, the other scrabbling at Kid's face. He'd better hold onto that bat tight, because Spidey's strength is doubled... which means its four times the strength of the strongest bodybuilder on earth.]

[ The Kid’s stronger than most, but he’s definitely not that strong. His grip begins to tremble from the force, only managing to hold on through sheer will. He's obviously in the disadvantage here, but he's not going to buckle down. Kid's just too hardheaded to let himself die.

So it's no surprise he puts his head down, shielding his face from any oncoming attacks, before charging himself at Peter for a full on headbutt. ]

[Peter wasn't expecting that. So caught up is he in his violent rage and newfound power that he doesn't pay attention to his Spider-Sense. It doesn't help that it's been buzzing the entire time anyway, blurring the threats involved and confusing his senses. He takes the headbutt in the chest and snarls at Kid.]

[ Milla hasn't been out of the hospital long at all, and if Psii knew she was taking her wheelchair for a spin around the town he'd probably have a few choice words for what a bad idea that was. She doesn't really care, though - after all those days cooped up in a sterile, hopeless space, she needs some air and quality time for herself.

When she sees the strange boy go by, looking so anxious, she's curious and a little concerned - it's her default, with kids that look so troubled. So when he rounds a corner she gives her wheelchair a little telekinetic push to catch up, at least see if he's feeling all right-

Only to nearly end up with both of them tripping over each other as she rounds the corner abruptly. Oh, dear, she hadn't realized he would stop short there. She rights herself a little and backs the wheelchair up, laughing. ]

I'm sorry, darling! That was a bit startling, wasn't it?

[ The Kid’s heart practically stops once he gets pushed to the ground. Almost instantly he jumps up, fumbling for the bat he dropped. But then he stops himself once he hears her, turning to actually look at who sent him flying instead of just assuming the worst. Needless to say, he gives a soft sigh of relief. ]

Y—yeah. I’m fine, though.

[ He can’t help but look at her wheelchair, a slight look of worry coming across his face. ]

Are you?

Hm? Oh, yes.

[ Ruefully Milla looks down to the pants Psii helped her struggle into this morning, the way they hang loose and limp below her knees, where her legs end in bandaged stumps now. ]

I'm fine, sweetie. I just had a bit of an accident a little while back! But you didn't hurt me or anything, so please don't worry about that. So where are you headed, that you're hurrying along so quickly?

Um.

[ He looks back up at her, slightly taken aback by her motherly tone. It's oddly comforting, in a nostalgic kind of way. ]

I don't know. Somewhere they can't see me.

[ Kid kind of feels awkward saying that, but he shakes it off, his eyes going back to her legs. ]

... Did it happen in that factory?

[ That gets a bit of a raise from the old eyebrows, but she doesn't tell him he's wrong to feel that way - Milla knows this town is creepy, and for all she knows his paranoia is well-founded. To the Kid's question, she shakes her head. ]

No, this was something different. So is there something you want to do that you don't want anyone seeing, then, baby?

... I see.

[ He looks down, trying to process his feelings into reasonable words. But even then it might still sound like a stretch. ]

No. Nothin' like that. Just a hunch that someone's watchin' me. It's unnerving, 's all.

I believe you, darling.

[ She reaches out, gently touching his hand. ]

But- it's no good to let that feeling rule you and ruin your day. Why don't we try to take your mind off it, hm? Would you mind helping a lady around town? I certainly wouldn't complain about having company. Maybe we'll even find somewhere that they aren't watching. It's easier not to feel so uneasy if you're not all alone, right?

[ He smiles faintly, loosing some of the tension that's been building up. Sure that feeling was still there, but she was right. Maybe it would be better to try to get his mind off of it. ]

... Sure, Miss. [ The Kid gives a quiet laugh. He's really trying to push that one thought out of his head now. ] Where to?

I don't know! Somewhere with fresh air and something fun to do, I've been cooped up in recovery too long. Let's have an adventure.

[ She grins up at him, seemingly relaxed and carefree. ]

By the way, darling, I'm Milla. What's your name?

Sounds like a plan.

[ His manages to turn his smile to a full on grin. Though a bit apprehensive at first, he sets down his bat on the sidewalk as goes behind the wheelchair to help push her along. Having it on him made him more nervous, so leaving it seems like a good option for now. ]

Kid. Just call me Kid.

Kid it is, then! It's nice to meet you, sweetie.

[ She smiles back, warm and genuine, and gratefully accepts his help with the wheelchair - she's in good shape, but this kind of exertion really wears out the arms after a while. ]

So where do you like to go when you've got nothing to do? I haven't really gotten to know much of the town so far, I've spent most of my time here in the hospital and that gets incredibly boring.

Same to you, Milla.

[ He slows down a tad, looking around to find an answer to her question. ]

I don't know. Haven't been 'round long, either. [ He picks up his pace again. ] We could always start off at the park, I suppose.

Well, then it really is an adventure for both of us. That sounds like a good start.

[ Aaand off they trundle, Milla letting the Kid guide her since she doesn't know her way that well. ]

[ Luckily, Kid's done several laps around Mayfield so he at least knows his way to the park. Once they reach their destination he strolls along to find a bench with a nice view to rest at for a while. Though as he sits, he can't help but look around cautiously. ]

... Awful peaceful here, ain't it? Reminds me of a place back home.

It is pretty nice. I missed the sun.

[ She turns her face up into the sunlight, smiling gently. ]

What was it like, back where you lived? Compared to here.

[ Better to keep his mind occupied, so he doesn't freak out again. ]

Hard to say.

[ As much as it was home, he didn't spend most of his life taking the City in when he could. As far as he knew, it would always be there if he ever wanted to. It made him feel guilty, thinking about it, which might be a little evident on his face. ]

Happier, I suppose. More relaxed, too. And not everythin' looked the same, like here.

[ He rubs his neck, looking over at Milla. ] How 'bout you?

Oh, it was fun. I got to live a life of mystery and intrigue!

But I've always missed having a quiet life. I just wish this place were, you know, quiet. That would be nice.

... Quiet life. Yeah.

It's too bad. This town's got the look for it. Guess nothing's what it seems, huh?

[ He sighs, but just a bit. ]

It does, doesn't it? I've enjoyed it, when the experience hasn't turned on me or on others here.

But I think everything's really what you make it, darling. Sad things might happen, but there's still happiness to be found if you look for it, too. Who knows? Maybe we can make our own town sometime.

Wouldn't mind buildin' my own town. Already got some experience with that.

... I'm just worried 'bout all the other folks here, though. 'Specially now.

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