There is no “we”. This is my problem. I can go in



"Deal!" he said ecstatically. He knew this was going to be fun as he shot his webs into the ground getting ready to sling shot his way into the direction of the tower."3…2…1…GO!" He shot himself high into the sky gaining some major speed ahead of her.

  Anya, being an actual certified Avenger, knew the quickest way to the Tower from this side of town.  Instead of swinging high, she swung around in quite a low arch. Her feet ended up pushing her off the side of one of the buildings as she ran across it, body parallel to the floor, which majorly scared some of the office workers in the building. She continued to zip from roof to roof, occasionally using flag poles for propulsion along the Manhattan sky line. She wasn’t too fussed about winning or losing, she was more enjoying her usual parkouring over buildings.


We NEEEver come undone!

[She strikes a pose, ready for the last verse]

   { Cue headbanging }

Assemble we are stroooooong~!

i finally spotted anya on the spider-verse thing. she’s really tiny and just her head like excuse u anya should be center



Con whistled as he saw the air-trick.”You got some style.” He laughed doing an air trick himself.”Alright then why not race to avengers tower.” He asked.”Loser has to buy the winner lunch. Deal?” He asked as he web zipped up to the roof top.

 Anya threw her head back with a laugh, “Oh, I have all the style, didn’t you know?” She replied, a coy smile replacing the concentrated look she previously had. “Avengers tower? Got it, even if I lose we’re getting Pizza.” She paused for a second, swinging up to the rooftop Con had landed on. “No pineapple.”


[Rikki grabs her hands and swings them both round]


With evil on the ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun~!

{ Anya’s jumping and spinning and giggling in between beats }


[She jumps up beside her to join in for-]


Allllllllllllllwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaays we will fight as oooooooooooooooooooone.

Anya is now way into it, jumping up and down to the tune of her ring tone }




  { A rolled up news paper is now a microphone. }



Con was swinging around until he saw another spider swinging around and got closer to the person. She was a woman in a black spider suit and nice cool one at that.”Hey wanna race!” He challenged her. 

 Anya was very busy swinging, she didn’t have much on her mind other than the feeling of city air whipping her ponytail all over the place. A quiet life really. She noticed another guy in a spider-suit from the corner of her eye, swinging towards her in fact. At first she thought it might be like, a new spider-police or something that got spider-powered super-heroes from running around the city too fast. As he got closer, though, she vetoed the idea. “Race to where?” She replied, flipping mid-air.