“I guess you guys are cool too.”

You got the impression that Ben was smiling under his mask when he quickly whipped out a business card.

“If you think we’re so cool, perhaps you’d be interested in doing some work for my organization.” Ben offered.

Deadhead stared down at his card for several seconds, before slowly taking it out of his hands.

“What kind of work? You part of some merc company, or something?” he asked, turning the business card over a few times.

“Pretty much, yeah. We're a small business, but we've had some pretty nice returns on our investments.” Ben began. “We provide private security, regularly engage in asset retrieval operations, and, occasionally, assist in disaster relief if we happen to be in the area during a job.”

“Huh.” Deadhead intoned flatly, glancing between you and the card. “‘Desperados’, huh? Is this you offering me a job?”

“It's whatever you want it to be.” Ben said with a shrug. “I'd have to conduct a small interview if you wanted to form lasting ties with the team, but I've got a good feeling about you.”

Deadhead stared around at everyone, and found that no one had any objections to offer. Not even Harpy, his day one hater.

You gave him two thumbs up and an encouraging smile. Deadhead looked back at the card, and then down at himself.

“I appreciate the offer, but uhhh…I don't really have anywhere to put this.”

Ben webbed it to his chest without hesitation. Deadhead paused, stared down at it, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, fine. You've twisted my arm.” he declared, throwing his hands up. “If you want me to join so badly, then I guess I'll think about taking you up on your offer.”

You shook your head. Despite his words, Deadhead seemed to appreciate Ben asking him to stick around.

“Glad to hear it.” Ben agreed. “But before that, we should probably get you some new clothes.”

Then, he began weaving his webs together in order to create a new tank top for the man. Without warning, Mercy reached out to intercept his webs, pulling them apart and reweaving them into a more quality fabric. The sudden act surprised you as much as it did everyone else.

Harpy released her grip on Deadhead, allowing you and Mercy to repair what was left of his pants with stylish spider-web patterned patches. By the time you were done, Deadhead looked as if he were wearing a spider silk fishnet shirt, along with a pair of blue and white camo pants.

“Hot damn! I should hire you two as my personal tailors.” Deadhead said, admiring his and Mercy’s handiwork.

“Uh…you're welcome. I think...”

The others turned to stare at you, and you gave them an innocent shrug and a laugh that you hoped came off as only slightly nervous.

(Cont.)