For once, the city seems quiet. Or, quieter than usual, anyway. No major crimes, no big catastrophes, no problems. Just smooth sailing for the first time since becoming the Spinnenmann.

A bamf here and another bamf there, Kurt scaled buildings, street lights, traffic signals, trees, and whatever else that stood in his way. It was… nice, to say the least, to travel so freely and without a care. He has some free time on his hands, a true rarity these days.

On a whim, he decides to stop off at a friend’s, one he’s known even since his time with the X-Men. He doesn’t consider that maybe you’d be asleep, but hopes you stayed up for whatever reason. Another quick teleport and he’s at your apartment window, hanging upside down by his tail and tapping on the glass, hoping to get your attention.

“Guten Abend! Sorry, if you were asleep, mein Freund, but I was wondering if you were in the market for some company on this fine night.”