Her power was neat. She was a spider mad scientist. He would have to come up with a super hero name for her. An apt one. What did you call a 15 year old who acted like a 30 year old, could make experimental spiders, and see through their eyes? Lloth? Maybe... But like... an Oracle as well.

He tucked it away for later. Her name was going to be cool, he knew it. For now, all of the information came to the forefront, and he nodded. "Well, we let those two leave, then. That's one less thing to worry about." He turned to the diagram, finding the bathroom. The roof entryway was the best way to get there, though he would have to be careful on the stairs, as it went to the ground floor. Okay.

"I'll take out the bathroom man first, and bring him up here. Be ready to restrain him." He wasn't sure how she planned to do that, but if she said she could, he believed her.

Moments later, a man was washing his hands, looking over to his phones at his swipe right app. He smirked a bit and let out a little laugh at the reply he'd gotten from this girl with confidence issues. Turning off the water, he started flicking his hands, turning at the door opened, and a fist collided with his face.

Xavier caught him before he hit the ground, and paused, grasping up his phone and retreating quickly to the roof to set down their first victim. "Okay... One down. Can you bind him up?" He tossed the phone from the roof, his long throw being impressive, it disappeared, likely shattering against the ground a block away.

"Any changes? What's the next good target?"

She waited, patiently, exactly where he left her as he went off to secure the first target. While she waited she focused on making sure the type of silk she was going to use was the right one. Aciniform silk was commonly used for wrapping up prey, so it felt like the right one to use in this instance.

Once Xavier returned with a limp bodied bad guy in tow, she slapped both hands on him and got to work quickly and thoroughly wrapping him up in his own personal silk sleeping bag. Shoving him around with her feet was a bit tedious though, and at some point, she requested help to finish the job.

After slapping on a nice little silk gag to keep him quiet when he eventually came too, she turned back to Xavier. "No one else has moved yet. The two outside are still perversely arguing about the horny teenagers they've crafted in their heads."

She tried to dust her hands off and accidentally got them stuck together with the web. A brief struggle commenced in which she turned away so he couldn't see.

...but then her shoulders slumped and she turned back with the closest thing to a pout she had ever managed around him.

".... I might require your assistance." She held her tangled up hands out guiltily.

Placing his hands on his hips, the young hero silently praised himself for a good start to the mission. He watched in fascination as Megan made actual spider silk bindings to wrap up the man, stars in his eyes as he jumped in place at the coolness of it. She was like... as far spider as someone could go without being a spider. He reminded himself that she probably had the urge to eat the man, and tempered his excitement.

"Alright... Well... Let's-" He grabbed a rock from the gravel roof, and threw it toward where they'd tucked into... Maybe some sound would motivate them to check things out, and leave the building with less guards. Smiling, and turning toward her again, he paused as her shoulders sank. "Everything alright?"

It was not. His face suddenly scrunched up as he tried not to laugh at her. "HNGK-Ch.... Heh... Um... thought spiders didn't get caught in their own web." He walked on over to her, carefully grabbing her much smaller hands from the outside, and pulling with all of his might to break the threads binding them together. It was even harder than it looked.

"There... that work?"

"....I am still getting the hang of this." She grumbled, plunking off the rest of the stuck web as carefully as she could.

His idea to make noise to try and tempt the two outer guards away was good. She liked it. Megan doubted throwing a rock would help though, so she decided to take things a step further.

Clearing her throat she stepped to the opposite side of the building and cupped her hands around her mouth, letting out the breathiest, most cartoonish moan she could muster at a pitch that would carry without (hopefully) giving up their location.

As she stepped back she checked in with the two guards and was pleased to see them both moseying off while laughing and elbowing each other. "They're on the move. I've sent a spider after them to keep an eye on how long they are gone."

They were down to six people inside now, all on the main floor.

"Nobody else has moved. What is the next plan? How do we lure more up to the second floor?"

"Oh, yeah, I understand. It takes a while for some people." He had taken to his power immediately, but it seemed as though that was rare, case in point.

His eyes widened as she moaned from the roof. Oh. Well. That was. Not at all accurate. I mean, he had one example, but he couldn't imagine people actually sounded like that. Did they? Wait, something else came to mind. Those noises he heard through the wall at night. Ah. Right. Okay, so some people sounded like that.

Oh, they were wandering off. He smiled her way, and nodded, before turning to head toward the fire escape. Quickly, he climbed down, jogging around to the front entrance quietly. Quickly, he knocked on the front door, turned and jumped back up to the roof, and ran into the roof entrance, making coughing and choking sounds at the top of the stairs.

This was taken straight out of "The Trickers's manual for thwarting foes." Where the Aptly named Trickster recounted his foiling of the Douglas brothers by breaking up their group with multiple distractions.

He retreated back into the bathroom where he'd ambushed the guy as he made the racket. Ideally, someone would answer the door while some came up and tried to check on their friend choking in the bathroom. In the close quarters of the hallways, he was at a huge advantage. If he could take out two or three here, he could try to make it to the person checking on the door, head out to take out the two people searching for the teens, and then they would be down to three or so people; an easy fight for him.

He just had to see how this played out.

His method seems almost.., cartoonish? After he ding-dong ditched the front door he skedaddled for the roof entrance and she heard exaggerated choking sounds from within. Was... that him choking, or him choking someone else?

Still standing beside the body of the one X had knocked out, she let herself slip back into her spider's eyes to check things out. Xavier was fine; hiding in the bathroom even. A ploy? Smart. She switched over to the two goons who were still searching for them out by the docks, scratching their heads in puzzlement at the vanished teens.

Switching again brought her to the front door, where the last goon by her target was actively peeking out at an empty street and growing irate that his comrades were apparently gone. She watched as he slammed the door and stomped back to complain to the other one about it.

Lastly, she checked back in with the two heavily armed people. One was already on her way up the stairs, gun slung over her shoulder but within reach, to check on their comrade.

The Spider within X's hair popped out to tap him twice on the forehead as a sign to be cautious.

"@#%&in course' I get sent to check on that idiot."

She neared the door and sighed, lifting a hand to rap her knuckles on the door.

"Randy! You better actually be dying and not tryna pull my leg again!"

Ahhh, the waiting game. He coughed a few more times as the felt the spider tap. Going a litte more silent, he waited for the knock. Randy. Randy was his name? He'd looked more like a Paul. When she knocked, he opened the door, and punched her hard in the face, following through with a head bounce with his powers just to be safe. He'd gotten it down to a science, what it took to put someone out cold, to he had a tendency not to go any further than that.

Removing her rifle, he threw her over a shoulder, and headed up toward the roof once more. Placing the gun by the door, he set the woman down carefully, checking on their other detainee real quick before heading down the fire escape for the two outliers.

"Tap me when I'm near them!" He rounded a corner, and then another, seeing one of the two guys, who grinned widely, opening his mouth to say some form of congratualtions for the sex that didn't happen. Xavier didn't break stride, punching him in the face while running. Rounding another corner, the other guy did almost exactly the same thing.

Punch. One over each shoulder, he was climbing the fire escape again, grunting with effort as he launched them over the edge of the roof onto the top. "Whew... okay, how are we looking up here?"

He popped back up briefly to drop another unconscious person at her feet and then was off again. Megan swiftly wrapped her up too, this time not getting caught in her own web, and.... went back to waiting.

He was after the two wild cards outside, which was fine, they needed to be taken care of too, and she did think she briefly heard the sound of fist meeting face in the distance. She eyed the roof entrance silently.

...

Normally she was pretty smart. She considered herself to be at least, but... right now?

That little mischievous flair inside was growing. What would it hurt if she just... took a peek inside?

By the time Xavier got back up to the roof, Megan wasn't there anymore. The door to the roof was still open, and there was a spider patiently waiting there for him, waving two of its little arms around dramatically in the direction she had gone.

Megan was inside. On the first floor, and standing directly behind the last rifle holder. He had yet to notice as there was an earbud in one ear and he was watching a dancing instruction video very loudly on Viewtube.

There was an urge simmering right along the surface for her to lean down and gnash her teeth right into the exposed part of his neck. Where she could see a gentle throbbing and the promise of something sweet and warm awaited her.... but she attempted to push past it.

Considering how easily Xavier had taken four of them out, she assumed they must not be any stronger than regular humans. So... how did one knock someone out without a punch? Should he grab his head and... twist?

Megan was gone? MEGAN WAS GONE! "Oh..."

He didn't say the next part; that would be uncouth. But really, Shit! He was on the roof as quickly as he could be. Using some zip ties from his totally not fanny pack, he restraine the two guys, spotting the spider half way through.

Was she... caught? That would be... very bad. He'd told her he would keep her safe! He was down the stairs as fast as he could go without being noticed, stopping only when he walked into the first room and saw Megan just... standing behind a man.

What?

But... Why? His eyes went as wide as saucer plates as she seemed to be... deciding what to do? Oh... Oh no...

Wasn't she supposed to be smart?! He started to try and tiptoe up to help her without the man noticing his... much bigger frame.

Good luck there.

Being a 15-year-old who was more than a little full of herself (like most 15-year-olds are) she didn't really feel bad about her choice. Mostly she was just puzzled in the how she was supposed to accomplish this task. She'd never punched anyone before. She'd been punched, and that had been the single most unpleasant thing in her time in New York... and she knew that her older self had apparently done the punchy thing before, like a lot.

She was too afraid to attempt it before in classes, or with training, so she had just avoided those aspects of schooling in favor of making herself a nice blackmail cushion. People couldn't possibly punch her if she knew and could release all of their innermost secrets, right?

She caught sight of Xavier as he tried to slink in, and rather than looking guilty at being caught she shifted to sloppily forming a fist and miming punching the guy from behind with genuine curiosity slapped across her face.

The guy, who was halfway through a rousing samba that had him shifting in his seat to the music, actually didn't notice the large blonde teen.

Megan tried to remember what Saph had said about how she made fists and correct it herself. Apparently, you could break your own fingers if you did it wrong, and that was the last thing she wanted.

"ooh, samba, samba yeah, hey, hey, hey... Mickey, that you? Randy doing okay of is he faking it again?"

"Lousy ass was faking it." Megan groused out, mimicking the faint mannerisms of the woman's voice she had heard.

She looked back to Xavier and shrugged, and then pulled up her taser with a questioning lift of her eyebrows.

"Oh, man, yeah. He's determined to git'cha. I swear if you'd just go on a date with him he'd calm down." He was talking louder than normal due to the music, and tapping his feet.

Megan reached down and snagged the large gun he had resting against the side of his chair, pulling it up so that one of her back legs could grab it. Good thing too, seeing as he tried to rise up out of his chair a moment later. The three remaining legs wrapped around to push him back down, which caught his attention quickly, and she leaned around to smile at him- Many blue eyes twinkling and previously hidden fangs poking slightly out of her mouth.

"He's a bit old for me, I'd say." She spat a sticky wad of silk directly into his face, muffling the horrified scream that ripped out of him before it could get too loud.

Xavier watched in stunned silence as she formed a fist, closing her thumb in it. Oh god, don't punch him like that, please! She'd dislocate her thumb! He sighed some relief as she shifted her grip to a proper one. Still, there was no way this little woman was knocking this man out with one punch. He held out his hands to try and settle her down as he approached.

He froze as the man spoke to the person that wasn't there, and Megan... replied. Oh jesus. The man bought it, though. He stepped forward again as the man tried to stand and Megan grabbed his gun.

Then... she restained him, saying a one-liner and everything. He watched in silent shock, jaw dropped as the man was gagged. Wait, he was still struggling. Quickly Xavier reached out both hands to poke one side of his head with one arm, and bounce it into the other hand. One rattling later, the man was out like a light. "Wow, Megan, that was pretty neat... Kinda terrifying, but neat."

What did that leave? The two... the guy printing bills... That was it, right? He gave her look, stating firmly. "You said I was in charge, right? Try to communicate with me if you are going to go off alone... We had a plan, we have to stick to it." He nodded, and then started moving across the room toward where the printing man was.

One more down, three to go.

Megan mimicked his earlier mope with invisible rock toeing to a T and clasped her hands behind her back. "You just made it seem so easy I thought I'd give it a try."

With a nod and a mini mock salute, she followed after him dutifully after stooping to grab his cape that had dropped. "Yessir."

She thought to check in with the two out by the front real quick, was pleased to see that they were still arguing with each other about the missing guards at the door. One was gesturing exaggeratedly at the open door as if to prove they were gone, while her main target was shrugging. "The two out in the foyer haven't realized anything is wrong yet."

She walked right into a doorframe before she could come back out of it, and hissed under her breath while rubbing her sore nose.

The lone man in the printing room was hard at work. Sweaty, tired, and ready to be done. Why did he have to do all the work anyway? Just because the other guys called out sick. Pssh! Randy was perfectly capable of helping him, but nooooo, he had a big gun and got to sit and watch his stupid dance stuff all day.

He set a fresh stack of prints to the side and pried the plate off of the table so that he could take it over to the sink to clean it.

He heard the small thud of Megan walking into the frame and started to turn, wondering if someone was gonna come help, or at least if dinner had arrived yet.

"That you, Jolly?"

Casually trying to knock someone out. "I make it seem easy because I have practiced, and trained my body for it, Megan. You aren't going to just... be able to do it." Well, to be honest, he'd been almost as good as his first instructor after two days, but he wouldn't mention it.

"Good... Let's get this done quick, and then we can finish up with them two.

He peeked into the room to see the man working away, before nodding stiffly, and walking on in. The man asked if he was Jolly. What a strange name. Where ever would someone get a name like that? The author must have known someone by that name, and used it to to traumatize her husband.

Anyway. He stepped up casually and stated. "Nope." Before punching the man in the face, and catching him before he hit the gound. Laying him down softly, he looked back to Megan as the guy shifted and started to swim back to conciousness. He motioned toward the guy. She was the one with the rope, after all.

As she got to work, he kept a watch on the hallway leading to the press room. Two left.

She roped the bad guy up quickly, tugging the silk to make sure it was tight and slapped a handful of silk over his mouth as he started to groggily come back.

She stared down at him with her chin in her palms. The two of the four eyes on her forehead shifted in Xavier's direction, as visualized by their darker centers sliding smoothly over.

She took the moment to zone back out, refocusing through the spider hunkered down in the living room. "The last two are still in there, but-"

A sudden shout popped up from the front. "Hey, someone's screaming from the roof! Randy! Mickey! Jolly! Get your butts down here right now!"

"-...they seem to have noticed something is amiss." Randy, Mickey, and Jolly were all knocked out and tied up in various places. They wouldn't be coming. Would silence be good, or was she supposed to pretend to be Mickey again? Megan turned her whole face to Xavier and stood from her crouch.

"They are actively armed now. What's next? Should I try and distract them?"

By the time Megan was asking if she should try an distraction, Xavier was already on the move. Why?

There were only two of them left. He didn't need a distraction. He turned around a corner, and gunshots started ringing out immediately. There was a loud thud and some groaning before more gunshots flashed around the corner.

And then there was silence.

If Megan looked with her spiders, or followed him, she would see him looming over a man, one hand grasping his gun hand, and the other one over his mouth. Off to the side a person lay struggling to find conciousness, a dent behind their head where it had been shoved into the drywall behind.

His gun was sticking out of the ceiling.

Xavier spoke, just in case Megan hadn't followed. "All clear!" Their mark squirmed in his grasp, trying to talk through a muffled mouth.