『SpooderSuiter』

As the finished suit came sliding out of the fabrication machine, she stared at the black, white blue and red masterpiece with a beaming smile and shining eyes. "This... is... AMAZING!" Gwen couldn't help but squeal, pulling the sleek nanoweave spider suit into her hands and holding it against her chest and waist.

"...Slimming," Jack simpered seeing her happy to have the suit, and probably even more so excited to wear it.

Resting it down on the side of the fabricator, she would begin to undo the front of her school uniform, though as she was pulling off her sweater vest she paused halfway. Her eyes narrowing on Jack, "Look away."

"...I've already..." Jack didn't see the point of looking away, even though he was clearly eying her. He had already seen her in underwear, what was the point of not seeing it again?

"Just do it! It was embarrassing last time too, so a second time is a no-no." She outstretched her arm, pointing two fingers towards his face, her fingernails a millimeter from his eyes.

Not even batting an eye, Jack took a step back and turned away slowly.

"Okay, now..." She threw her school uniform to the ground not too soon after, and began to fiddle with the suit. "How do I put this thing on anyway...?" She looked around the back, but found no zipper. The front didn't have one either. Pursing her lips, she stared at the mask which seemed to stare right back at her. "Jack how do I..." When she looked towards her boyfriend, she pursed her lips even harder.

Jack's body was being covered by what appeared to be a black liquid with a metallic sheen to it. The stuff was pouring out of his pores at an exponentially unnatural rate, which looked increasingly painful even to just look at. Yet he didn't make a sound...

As if gravitated to his skin, the liquid metal covered his body as a skintight film before buffing out. At first glance, it looked like the black nanoweave bits she was wearing. Soon after the dirt brown armored pieces with webbing design covered his face and chest, along with parts of his legs. He could change the color of his armor plates on demand.

Squeaking in surprise, Gwen pointed at him, while using her own suit to cover her exposed self. "What... What the frick? What kind of suit is that!?"

"Hm? ...Not human... Probably..." Though he wasn't currently facing her, he now had a three hundred and sixty degree holographic display in front of his face. He could see in all directions without even having to turn his head, he could see her in full view.

Narrowing her eyes sternly upon the back of his head, "How do I put this suit on?"

"Can I turn around?" Jack turned his head slightly to the side, awaiting her reply.

Letting out a sigh, "Do you have to?"

After a brief silence, he gave a response of, "Yes..."

"Fine," Gwen said reluctantly as she watched him turn to face her. His outfit was intimidating, while it initially reminded her of Iron Man technology, it was far more alien... "Where does AIM get their level of technological advancements anyway?"

"You know the men in black, hazmats, the ones rumored to be at any and every UFO crash or alien sighting, etc...?" He didn't really sound all too proud, so he wasn't boasting. "That's them."

Gwen's head slowly bobbed up and down in a nod hearing this fact. She had no idea that the Advanced Ideas Mechanics had been using alien technologies. It explains their leaps and bounds tech whenever their collection of splintered organizations made public appearances.

He then made his way over to her, reaching a hand out and pulled the mask off of her suit. "It stretches," Jack knelt down and spread the neck of the suit open for her to step into.

Staring down at him, Gwen had no idea which direction he was looking in. Those blank eyes no his helmet, or mask, whatever it was didn't help. Though she didn't take Jack for a pervert, so she didn't verbally attack him for it. Lifting one foot, she planted it inside the suit before putting in the other.

"Get ready to put your arms in the holes," He warned as he quickly stood up, bringing the suit up in a swift motion. Her hands went into the arms immediately, and the suit stuck to her like a second skin.

The compressive nature both outlined and even hid most of her feminine teenage physique, primarily around her chest area. She blinked as she looked down, the front of her body, she was almost flat. "So... How bullet resistant am I?" She asked as she looked up towards Jack with a brow raised slightly, taking the mask as he offered it back to her.

"Would you like to test it out?" He reached over and pressed a button on the fabricator, having it make a plastic pistol with a loaded magazine clip.

Blinking at the fact he didn't wait for her to answer, Gwen grinned nervously. "Are you seriously going to shoot me?" Her eyes flickered from him to the fabricator and back.

"I thought you wanted to know how resistant you were. Nanoweave is particularly resistant against small arms, such as ballistic weapons... Like a handgun. Unlike a bullet proof vest, the bullet will bounce off of you." Jack said and within less than a minute the gun and the clip were finished. Taking the weapon as it slid out of the machine, he loaded the magazine, before cocking the gun.

Taking a step back, Gwen immediately put the mask over her face, she could feel as if the suit reattached the mask. It seemed only certain people of high strength like themselves could even take it off.

"Ready?" Pointing the weapon point blank at her chest, he raised a brow.

Pulling the hood up over her head, she squeaked. "Wait, I... I don't know abou--"

PAH! He pulled the trigger before she could finish her sentence.

It was like she was in bullet time, she could see the bullet coming towards her, even the rifling effect behind it. Even her own movements were slow, a tingling sensation warning her of imminent danger... Yet she didn't move.

The moment the bullet hit her chest however, she only felt her body shuffle backwards a couple paces, a hollow point bullet practically exploding off of her nanoweave suit. She watched as the pieces flew into the air, before dropping as little metal shavings. She blinked several times, due to the padding of her suit and the nanoweave, it felt like she had just been love tapped in the sternum.

"Holy heck..." She looked down at her chest, dumbfounded, her hands caressing the area of her body where she had felt the impact. There was a slight welt looking form in her suit for a few seconds before it filled itself back up. Lifting her head to look at Jack, she couldn't believe what had just happened.

She was half expecting to see herself fly backward like in one of those action movies, but that didn't even come close to happening, even at this close of range. "Is the mask the same?"

"Yes, if anything, it's probably thicker. All vital regions have a denser layer of Nanoweave." Jack proceeded to unload and disassemble the gun before dropping it into the recycling bin beside the fabricator.

However he ended up saving the bullets, inserting them into the wrist area of his suit. If he threw hands at someone, it'd be rather lethal for just about anyone, even the Kingpin.

"So... Are you ready for your debut?"

"Don't I need to train or something...? Learn how to use this webslinger?" She aimed her wrist at him and flexed, immediately firing a single bolt of web into his face.

"..." Reaching up and pulling the webbing off of his mask, he dropped the stuff into the recycling bin. "That was rude..."

Gwen hands immediately grasped at her abdomen as she began to burst out into laughter. "You...Aha! You got white stuff on your face." She pointed at him, only to feel a tingling sensation and ducked on an urge, dodging a bolt of his webbing. Blinking a few times, she stood up and glanced over her shoulder, then back to him. "Hey!"

"...What? You said you wanted to train," an awkwardly playful tone escaped his lips.

Gwen stared at the Recluse for a few moments before shouting, "Sucker Punch!" Whilst attempting to kick him in the side.

Catching her foot by the ankle, Jack watched as she brought her other foot up to kick him in the head, using him as a stepping stool. However before she could, he slammed her right back down on the ground, her foot narrowly missing his face.

"Ow..." She groaned as she held the back of her head, her eyes narrowing on his hand as he released her ankle. "That wasn't fair."

"You tried kicking me, after announcing you were going to sucker punch..." Jack was slightly confused at the tactic, believing it merely to be an insult.

"It was a joke! Jeez!" As she was sitting up, he offered her a hand and she grasped onto it.

The young man helped her back onto her feet and dusted her back. "Come at me for real then?"

"Really...?" Gwen gazed around them, "Here?"

Chuckling, he shrugged. "I mean, we could take this... Outside, but first you need to learn how to use your optical cam... Camouflage..." He lightly bopped her on the nose with his index finger as she stood before him.

Scratching the side of her neck hearing him, she nodded lightly. "And how do I do that?"

"Tap the front of your right collarbone twice with three fingers." Jack emulated what he was instructing, before turning himself invisible through his own prowess.

"Just... Just like that?" Gwen looked to her right collarbone before tapping it with three fingers. Suddenly she watched as her arms and legs practically became partially invisible to herself. "Oh?"

"As long as you remain two meters away from anyone, they won't be able to see you." Jack informed, she could hear him from within the suit, from some sort of communicator.

"So where to?" Gwen snorted as she was excited to get going, to show off behind a mask.

Raising a brow at this, "Perhaps we shall go swinging by the..." He was cut off when he heard the doorbell from upstairs.

"That could be my dad," Gwen tore the mask off her face, looking around at her school uniform. A small grin forming over her lips as she quickly haphazardly started pulling it back on.

As she clipped the skirt on, she glanced down at her blue dance shoes and shrugged. They were comfortable and it just appeared as if she was wearing leggings anyway. Looking in his general direction, she stuffed began walking the upstairs, Jack following invisibly behind her.

As they reached the top of the stairs, she opened the door and made her way into the living room. Stuffing her mask into her backpack, she then went to the door.

Leaning against it, she peered through the eyehole and loandbehold, her father was standing right there. Humming thoughtfully at this, she would proceed to open the door.

"Gwen! There you are!" George immediately hugged his daughter before looking around the living room. He heard and saw no one else in the house. "You're alone...? Are you alright?" His eyes immediately went back to her.

"I'm fine dad, Jack's around here somewhere," Gwen cracked up curiously looking up at him.

"I read the report that your friends have gone missing... And that someone tried breaking into our home last night...? I'm so glad your safe." He looked back up from his daughter and stood in an erect posture, surveying the couch and the doorway to the kitchen.

"Someone did break into our home last night..." She tilted her head at him, "I jumped out of my window and he caught me." Her eyes drifted away slightly, "In my underwear."

George's eyes seemed empty for a moment as he stared down at his teenage daughter before he shook his head. It seemed Fisk had made a move last night, he was thankful for Jack. Though he was becoming rather curious, why didn't they break into this house next?

"At least your safe..." George hugged onto his daughter's head briefly before releasing her.

Straightening herself out, Gwen looked up to him once more. "Anyways dad, I might be late for dinner tonight," She leaned against the door, keeping her gaze on him with a subtle expression.

"Ah.. Alright," he raised a brow, "Hanging out with Jacky boy?"

She nodded to her father, as if it wasn't anything new. Though to him, it was something new, as he never really let anyone inside before. The house to him... Sounded awkwardly quiet, too quiet.