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Moments like this made Aria wonder, what the hell was she doing with her life. Apparently something good because here she was sitting on the top of a building with Spider-Man.
She still wasn't quite sure how it happened. She vaguely remembered her agreeing to help out in emergencies but this has been going on for months and grand theft auto probably wasn't that dire.
Around 2 months ago Peter had walked down an alley where she was was stopping a mugging. Unfortunately she forgot her mask. He just stood there jaw dropped and she panicked. He had seen her using magic and now he wasn't saying anything. She frantically threatened him, saying that she would tell everyone he was Spider-Man (he was so obvious, how could she not know?) if he told anyone about her secret. But he snapped his mouth closed and asked her to patrol with him.
The sound of sirens snapped her back to the present.
"Where are they coming from?" she said.
"The ATM machines." Peter took off running and swung in that direction.
Aria took a deep breath and jumped. She instantly had her board underneath her. She wasn't quite sure where it came from, but it hadn't failed her yet. Peter was always coming up with some hypothesis about how it was actually a machine but it was simply magic. The swirling board of blue energy resembled a surfboard but more rounded. Plus it could fly.
She was ahead of Peter in a matter of seconds. "Try and keep up, Spidey!" she cackled.
He sputtered something but she just smirked. Aria would be willing to bet her comfiest pair of sneakers he was bright red under that ridiculous mask of his.
They were almost at the ATM machines but Aria suddenly stopped her board.
"What are you doing, come on!" Peter yelled.
"You can handle this, I need to do something."
And then she was off.