Extra Curricular (Spider Girl)

[Zephyr - Adam Westin]

Adam took his bow as the crowd clapped, pulling the strap up over his head and passing it over to one of the other band members, who set it aside, while Adam grabbed a water bottle and drank about half of it while the others set up for the next song. It wasn't a huge concert but it was a decent venue and the crowd had been plenty receptive... to say the least. He tossed a wink to one of the girls in the front row, poured a splash of the water over his head and tossed her the rest, shaking his head to clear some of the water off.

It was a hell of a difference from his work with SHIELD, that was for damn sure. But it wasn't a big deal for him... even before he'd joined up, a double life like this one - or even more than that, considering this wasn't at all his only side-job - came as almost second nature to him. Growing up having to play people for money, being the resident con artist... he slipped into a new life as easy as changing his clothes. He'd spent most of his life playing chameleon until he'd signed up with SHIELD to try and play it straight.

Not that one played it completely straight, being a SHIELD agent, of course. Which was one of the things that made the whole business easier for him, he supposed. Espionage and petty theft weren't exactly all that far divorced from one another after all. Not in some regards. It so happened, though, that some of his cover identities had been as musicians, and he'd taken to it with considerable enthusiasm... guitar or vocals, he was damn good at, and it was nice to play a cover ID that was almost identical to the life he might have led if things had been different.

Not that he was undercover for work, but playing under a different name always made one harder to trace, and he didn't need his life at SHIELD colliding with his free time. No, the further apart they stayed, the better.

All of which, of course, brought him back to the present... he had one last song to sing, after all.

"All right..." he said, grinning as he pulled the mic from the stand and paced a bit about the stage. "You've been a great crowd, and we hope you've had as much fun as we have tonight, but before we go... one more."

The men behind him started playing, he turned, set himself, and started.

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Dirty little secret
Dirty little lies
Say your prayers and call me rare
Save your soul tonight

Drift among the faithfull
Bury your desires
Aberrations fill your head
You need a place to hide
And I am

Do you remember me?
And the kid I used to be?
Do you remember me?

Chorus
When your world’s come crashing down
I want to relive.
Your god is looking down on me!

I’m not Jesus,
Jesus wasn’t fair!

You confess it all away,
But it’s only shit to me
Your god is looking down on me!

I’m not Jesus,
I will not forgive!

No I won’t! (2x)

I’ve thought you were a good man,
I’ve thought you talked to god.
Your hippocratic messiah and child abusive turned satanic.

Do you remember me?
Do you remember me?
And the kid I used to be?
Do you remember?
Do you remember?

Chorus
When your own world comes undone,
Let me be the one to say:
Your god is looking down on me!

I’m not Jesus,
You can’t run away!

And the innocence you spoil
Find a way to live
Your god is looking down on me!

I’m not Jesus
I will not forgive!

I won’t forgive.
I won’t do whatever you want to.
(2x)

Do you remember me?
And the kid I used to be?
Not the same as I used to be!
Oh, do you remember me?

Nooo!

Chorus
When your world’s come crashing down,
I want to relive
Your god is looking down on me

I’m not Jesus
Jesus wasn’t fair!

You confess it all away,
But it’s only shit to me!
Your god is looking down on me!

I’m not Jesus,
I will not,
I’m not Jesus,
I will not forgive!

Oh, I will not forgive, yeah yeah!
No, I will not forgive![/color]

The show ended after that song, and he thanked them again, holding his hand up in a wave as he and the others moved off the stage - they'd stow their shit, then come back out to the bar. Hell, he couldn't refuse that, could he? He knelt down just backstage, joking with one of the other guys, and laid his guitar down into the case, locking it up and taking a breath. Well, at least you're not THAT rusty. Still... wish I had more time. Not that the Boss Lady is going to give it, of course...

[Spider-Girl - Reilly J. Parker]

Riley had been sitting in the far back of the little SoHo coffee shop, a place historically known to be a beatnik breeding ground. She liked the place though, the dual nature of both community and individualism, the overall atmosphere of the two level coffee shop with its darkly tinted hard wood floors, leather couches and chairs. Low hanging chandelier style lights and book cases on ever other wall filled with everything ranging from Shakespeare’s great works and Poe's dark poetry to the latest issues of Cosmopolitan, The New York Times and the Daily Bugle. That in mind the place was not completely un-modern, though the owner, Ozzy Moon, ran the place with a mixed mind of the 60s, 70s, and 80s and dressed accordingly with his tie die tee shirt, dark circular beatnik style sunglasses, faded denim jeans and studded leather jacket with the words Free Love on the back he still managed to bring in the wireless internet and mini television sets in the booths with attached earphones and cable.

That all was at least a plus she had to give the 70 year old man with a salt and pepper beard reminiscent of ZZtop and the Bride of Frankenstein’s hair, not to mention his ever present Willie Nelson braids. All this and the fact Ozzy always had live entertainment to fill the joint.

Tonight se was more than pleasantly surprised to find she was not the only SHIELD agent out there with musical talent. By the looks of it, Adam Westin, one of her own team mates. He would never know this however, her identity was her closest guarded secret and only a few very select people knew it… not even SHIELD Director Sage was among them. However while watching the man on stage it seems Zephyr had a few secrets of his own.

She sat back in the black leather couch sipping her caramel-cinnamon cappuccino, her eyes never leaving the attractive young man and his band. He was talented in her estimation and with a little work and the right backing could be a minor to moderate success in the industry. With her new position as a record producer and agent she knew she could do just that and with all that was going on in the hero world she suspected that this was probably just the amount of real life fun and work she was looking for to take her mind off of it all.

As Adam made his way to the coffee bar Riley stood and moved towards him. He made sure mentally that the modified symbiote which composed her clothes smoothed itself out to give her a perfectly neat and proper appearance. She was nowhere near vain but she did take a moment to look down and admire how the living costume had morphed itself into a black satin party dress, knee length with a red satin rose on the hip. The thigh high black silk stalking also matched the suit and felt so real despite the true alien nature of the material. As all this came from her imagination sometimes Reilly wondered if she should also branch into fashion or not, then again when you had a living organism as your clothes and costume everything always seemed to look, fit and feel perfect… she could not say that for real clothes for other then the spandex partial body suit, much like a swim suite, she wore underneath in case anything happened to the symbiote she had never really had the need to wear real clothing.

All that aside she hoped she looked her best and would impress the young man whom she knew yet he did not know her. “Hey there… You’re pretty good.” She smirked as she called out from behind him, watching as two of the young female groupies who had flocked to him glared daggers in her at first until they recognized who she was. “Oh my god!!! It’s you!... You’re the Reilly!!! Like Wow!!! This place is totally awesome! It attracts the coolest people!” The one of the women exclaimed which made Reilly giggle and take a step back. “Well if you two give me and tonight’s performer a moment to ourselves I promise you both autographs and tickets to my next show here in town…” She chirped with her sincerest tone of voice for she truly did love and appreciate all her fans and then giggled again as both nodded enthusiastically and moved away.

[Zephyr - Adam Westin]

Adam's eyes flicked up a few times during the performance, checking the crowd, occasionally smiling to a girl here, returning a sign from another member of the audience, the usual matters when trying to work a crowd - and he was good at it. For all that SHIELD had taken away from the free time he might normally have used for something like this, he'd made good use of the time he had, and apparently this sort of thing wasn't something his mind had let him forget... which was good. He'd have hated to let anyone down.

It was particularly interesting, though, how the brunette in the back on the couch had been watching him so... intently... for the majority of the night. He took note of things like that - for numerous reasons. Before he'd joined SHIELD, such a look might have seemed like a particularly... interested female. Or a vengeful mark, perhaps - he'd not lived a wholly honest life back then, either. Now, though, he had to worry about assassinations and enemy operatives and all that other crap. Still, she seemed... familiar somehow. Was hard to see much of her face in the lighting, especially blinded by the stage lighting, but he thought he recognized the shape of her, anyway - and given the shape she had, well, no surprise it stuck out.

Still, the way she sat just seemed like he should have known who she was. Odd... and intriguing. Which was why after the usual post-performance pleasantries and the like, he came back out and worked his way back through the crowd to the bar, intentionally taking a path to merge with hers as he saw her start there also. He could have made a beeline straight for her... but what was the fun in being too obvious?

He turned and grinned at the girls as they came up, not wanting to ignore them, and nodded a little, speaking again - the flawless Australian accent he took on for the 'character' he was playing tonight more pronounced when he was off-stage. Most performers lost their accent when they were working - it wasn't something anyone found strange. "Why, thank you, sheilas. And you-" he paused as they shifted their attention to the lady in the satin dress, and he allowed his eyes to follow - having kept his looking from being too obvious the way he had been till this point no longer necessary since she'd come to talk to him, apparently...

So THAT was why he knew her! Hell... should have clicked sooner. His mentally kicking himself didn't show on his face, thankfully, and he grinned easily, leaning against the bar and waving slightly to the two as they left, then he looked back to Reilly. "Well well... 'pretty good', eh? High praise comin' from Reilly... I suppose those sheilas had a point, this place does attract some interestin' people." He pushed off the bar and gave her a sort of a bow, more a parody of the actual action, really, grinning still.

"Alain Blake. Honored 'ta meet you, Miss Reilly. Can I get you a drink?" A false name, which he didn't know she would know immediately - depending on what files she'd read on him back at SHIELD, his using a false ID wouldn't be surprising. He was the team's infiltration specialist, after all, something of a prodigy as a grifter. Who he was in public could be an extremely fluid proposition.

[Spider-Girl - Reilly J. Parker]

Reilly smirked at Adam and moved against the bar, leaning back to better display her teenage figure to her unknowing teammate and nodded. "Yes pretty good Mr. Blake. You have some talent." She was nothing if she was not blunt and she would pull no punches with her fellow SHEILD agent in this little game of fake and secret identities. "I mean you could use a little work, maybe a more professional band with some better equipment but I think if you really wanted to you could make a dent in the industry." She winked and leaned her head back letting her hair with its symbiotic red highlights and extensions fall back as her neck extended and she looked upside down to the other side of the bar to Ozzy as he prepared another of his famous lattes for a paying customer. The old man caught her and smiled with a wink. She was one of his favorite patrons, even before Tony Stark had help her break out in the world of media she had frequented this place and, as she had at her old job at the Pirates Pub, sang for the patrons on some of her nights off. "Love, your hair is beautiful but I don’t think people would appreciate it in the cinnamon and sugar." he called out to her which made Reilly laugh and straighten up again. "Sorry Oz, just needed a stretch. When you got a moment could you get us a couple bubble teas with raspberry tapioca?" He nodded to her request and then turned back to talk with a few more customers and finish the late he was in the middle of brewing up. She looked back to Adam aka Alain and smiled sweetly as she motioned to her corner table. "They are really good; if you don’t have another set I request that you join me."

Without waiting for an answer she straightened herself fully and moved away from the counter and Westin towards her table again making sure to walk slowly. Now she knew she was underage being biologically 17 years old but that had yet to stop her from using her sex appeal to her advantage even if nothing would truly come of it. People liked to look and she let them, nothing wrong with that in her eyes especially when having a body like a young Jessica Drew made it so hard for people not to notice. But then again wasn’t that a little bit of vanity she had to ask herself? No was the answer, it was just the freedom of being young and the excitement of the game that was life.

Reilly sat back in the leather lined booth and pretended to kick off her shoes under the seats when in truth the symbiotic material retracted to become part of the stalkings she was wearing. She stretched her legs out then brought them up under her bottom in a relaxed sitting position while she waited for both Mr. 'Alain Blake' and her bubble tea.

[Zephyr - Adam Westin]

He leaned his side against the bar a little bit and watched her, lifting a brow just slightly in none too obvious appreciation of her display. Even if she didn't have Jessica Drew's pheromone based abilities, she had the figure, and that wasn't something most men were capable of ignoring... though if he recalled, Reilly was supposed to be a bit young, even if less was known of her than most celebrities - she did almost too good a job of keeping her private life exactly that. Sometimes he wondered if she didn't have a superpower of her own.

He was, of course, unaware of the irony of his own thoughts at this point...

What he WAS, aware of, however, was exactly how she was taking advantage of her own figure... only natural for someone who HAD a figure like that, he supposed, but there was something about the way she was doing it that suggested she knew almost a little too well what she was doing... at the very least, she was extremely used to using her figure to her advantage. He could respect that - he actually grinned just a little bit. He'd done the same, himself... had plenty of success with it as well.

"You think so, do you?" he said, lifting a brow, then he shook his head a bit, chuckling. "I'm sorry, obviously you do, or you'd not be sayin' it. Still, not what I was expectin' ta hear after my show tonight..." He trailed off a bit, thinking. Not what he'd expected indeed... if he DID take any offer she made, what did he do then? Not as though SHIELD's operational timetable was subject to restructuring for agents who happened to want to take a side career in the music industry, and he didn't exactly cover his entire face when he was out on a mission. The LAST thing he needed was to have a nationally recognizable face. It would be the kiss of death to a con artist like him... still.

Couldn't hurt to talk to the little lady for a while, and at least see what she had to say.

"Bubble tea, is it? Can't say I've had any, but I'm done for the night... would be honored ta' have some with ya. If you say they're good, I look forward to it." He pushed off the bar as well, giving Oz a nod, and a wink to a few giggling girls who were, at news of Reilly's offer, keeping their distance. Seemed those other girls had spread the word around a bit... he wondered if the star actually would give them all tickets, or just those two. Would be an interesting gauge of her character - or maybe of the amount of pull she had with her own business. A lot of musicians had very little, in truth...

He slipped into the booth across the table from her, crossing one leg and resting his ankle on the opposite knee, then leaned back against the leather and draped his arms across the top of the seat, comfortable as could be and relaxing in a bit. "You out trollin' for talent then? Who for?" News that she was to have her own label hadn't even begun to circulate - the ink had barely dried on the checks after all, as it were...

[Spider-Girl - Reilly J. Parker]

Reilly giggled girlishly, perhaps a little to much so, but she found Adam's act a bit funny and cute at the same time. It was different from her act in many ways. She was not pretending to be someone else for the most part. She was only being her other self, the teenage girl in the lime light, the girl who never really had a childhood, never had the chance at a life except through Peter Parker and Jessica Drew's memories. She needed to live and though she also needed to be a Hero that did not mean she could not be a real girl too... even if that real girl had become an international singing sensation. For a second she sighed and mused in her own mind that she was a psychiatrists wet dream, this whole wishing to be a star and loved by millions could very well stem from the fact she was never truly loved by anyone. That her childhood, or lack there of, was nothing more then time spent in a maturation tube being programed to be the Anti-Spider-Man of sorts. Man she really was fucked up... that made her grin to herself as she sucked on her bubble tea and enjoyed the little pellets of tapioca that fell into her mouth.

"Well, before I answer your questions Mr. Blake, please tell me more about yourself. I read about your band on the flier Ozzy puts out every month before coming here tonight but i don't know much more then that." She smiled coly because she truly did know much about him, she had in fact read up about all her teammates in their SHIELD files, at least all the material available. "Have you been in the States long? you don't have that Australian perpetual tan about you." She mused. "I do assume your accent is Austrailian... it is very thick, thicker then most I noticed." Another smirk knowing and slightly hinting at the falseness of the accent however well he did pull it off. "Please feel free to be candid with me Mr. Blake I like to know everyone I may be dealing with."

With that she motioned to the waitress nearest them and had her lean down to whisper in her ear. The waitress's face brightened gleefully as she listened to what Reilly had to say and nodded ecstatically. This made Reilly laugh a little as she slipped her hand in her purse, one of only non-symbiotic pieces of attire she every usually had on her, and handed a hand full of tickets to her next concert to hand out to those within the cafe who wanted them.

Again she turned to Zephyr and nodded in acknowledgment. No she could not read his mind per-say but it was not hard for her to deduce what he had been thinking, this was the answer to his inner question on her character even if she did not know it.

[Zephyr - Adam Westin]

"Ah, well, it's not half so interestin' if you know all the details up front, now is it?" Adam, currently a.k.a. 'Alain', replied, grinning back at her a little. "Got ta' leave some things for later, after all." He watched her, wondering for a few moments just what it was that she was grinning about, but it took him only a moment to decide that it wasn't really something she was about to share, so he just picked up his tea and sipped at it as well. His brows lifted a bit as he did, and he set the glass back down, bowing his head to her slightly. "Have ta say, you've great taste in drinks, Miss Reilly. And yes, Austrailian." He chuckled, shaking his head just a bit.

"Well, you have ta' understand, most Americans don't believe you're from Australia if your accent's not thick enough. Think you're some English sissy or summat. So I suppose I thickened it up a bit when I came over here." He shrugged a bit, looking just a tad sheepish at the admission. "If ya don't believe me, I can show ya a birth certificate." He laughed, taking another sip of the tea - he could, too. Adam Westin didn't half-ass his cover IDs. That would have been shoddy workmanship - and his accent was, if slightly on the thick side, virtually flawless. It would have passed in Australia, so long as he claimed he was from one of the more backwater regions - which he did. Of course, none of that counted on him running into a teammate who not only knew his face, but his normal mode of speech. She had him dead to rights either way... and the worst part of it was that she was playing him, too, in a way... if he'd known, he might have been just a little irritated that she was enjoying it so much.

Impressed, too. But just a touch annoyed.

He looked up a moment as she dispensed the free tickets, and smiled in appreciation of the gesture. "Not many who'd do that for their fans... you're a right angel, aren'tcha? In some respects, of course." his grin turning just a little wicked as he added that last part. Far be it from him to insinuate she was anything too innocent, after all. "Well, let's see... I came over here about four years back, started performin' about six months after that... generally do my gigs off an' on, been with several different bands - this one ain't actually mine, ya know, just some guys who I've worked with before, needed a singer for a few sets. My day job tends to eat up a lot of time, you understand, so I've not been able to devote my full time to the musical end of things up 'till now. Tough line ta' walk, you know? Always liked being a musician, but never wanted to be the starvin' kind."

"So how about you? Your turn ta' answer a few things"

[Spider-Girl - Reilly J. Parker]

She smiled genuinely this time to her unknowing teammate and nodded. “I love my fans and when I say that I mean it. Lots of singers and stars say it but don’t mean it. They see their fans as figures and dollar signs. Me? I love and appreciate them, all of them. I am not in this for the money or the fame really. I am in this for the music.” She chuckled while taking a sip of her own bubble tea before continuing so as to make sure he did not come to think she was crazy. “Don’t get me wrong, the money and fame are great. No they are fantastic bonus’ which now allow me to do things I never dreamed possible before but I got into this business for my love of music. I wanted to share my music with the world and for every one of those people who appreciate my music, well how could I not appreciate them?” It was an honest question she has asked herself many times and she hoped he would see the logic in what she said.

“As for me since you asked. Well as you know my name is Reilly. That is both my real name and stage name and…” She paused and giggled again at how secretive this was going to sound but she had good reason of not wishing to have the public eye turned to Peter Parker, May Parker or even as unlikely as it was, Jessica Drew, in any way or to ever put these unknowing loved ones of hers in danger “…and well that’s all I really go by publicly anymore. Think of it like a homage to Cher, one of my favorite artists.” She paused as several fans approached to thank her for the tickets whish were handed out and asking to get a picture with her. She smiled at this and graciously accepted allowing them to slide into the booth beside her as a passing waitress was asked to take the pictures of this she insisted ‘Mr. Blake’ he a part of.

When the fans left Reilly sighed and stretched her legs out on the booth once again. “Where was I? Oh yes, well I was born in New Orleans but did not stay their long. My real parents I never met…” She paused for a moment to think of Jessica Drew and Peter Parker who both contributed to her genetic makeup. Sometimes she wondered if she should think of them as parents or perhaps her brother and sister. To her they had to be more than just genetic donors of a sort… but what was the question?
“I was adopted and raised by the very doctor who brought me into the world.” She glared suddenly, her mood becoming a little grim as she thought of the Jackal and what he had done to her. “But he was… a very mean and abusive man so not long ago I ran away and made my way across country to New York. I started out as a bar waitress and would sing on the side at the par I worked. It all helped pay the rent. Then one night Mr. Tony Stark himself walked in. He sat and listened to me. Later he said he had heard of me as an incredible singer and offered to sign me to a new entertainment label he was starting up. After a bit of negotiating the rest is history and here I am just off my first States concert and European tour for my debut album.”

The story, though full of half truths, was essentially correct and she only hoped he would not press with too many questions and cause her to outright lie. “That’s me in a nut shell, nothing special. Just a southern girl who is trying to improve her life and bring some happiness to the world.” She emphasized this with a close to real southern accent she rarely used feigning that over time she had learned to speak without it.

“So, you said you’re an artist but you don’t want to be a starving one. How far do you want to go with your art?” She continued using the accent for a moment then cleared her throat as if straining for a moment to go back to a more northern US style of speech.

[Zephyr - Adam Westin]

"Ya know... a lot of artists say that, but not many actually mean it." he said, shaking his head a little bit and chuckling. He could have said the same about himself he supposed, were he talking about his real self... his SHIELD paycheck certainly wouldn't cover what a career like Reilly's would. But then, he wasn't entirely into that for the money either. There were a lot of careers more lucrative than putting your life on the line all the time... and, frankly, where you were a bit more appreciated. He'd needed a night like tonight, though, after being grilled by that asshole Osborn...

Talk about people he wished he could get away with putting an air blade through...

"Ah, so going for an element of mystery there, are we?" he asked, lifting a brow a moment and chuckling - he took a break as well, though, to allow the fans their pictures... hell, those would be all over the internet before long... fact that he'd been allowed in pictures with Reilly sure wouldn't hurt his credibility as a musician after all...

He listened to her story then, nodding a little - he smiled when she slipped into an accent as well, chuckling just slightly - everyone seemed to talk differently when they wound up on stage all the time... "Stark himself, eh? I guess I never thought of the man as having much of an ear for music..." And, in truth, he hadn't... though now that he thought about it he recalled something in Rolling Stone about the massive library of rock and heavy metal he kept stored in the Iron Man suit at all times. "Suppose he must know enough about it, though, if he was willing to fund you." he said - his accent, as he'd said, had lessened considerably, but it was still there.

He did get the impression that she'd left a lot out - hell, so had he. But there did seem something dark in her past... none of his business most likely. He just wished he could shake the feeling that he had met her somewhere - and not from her CDs, either. "How far?" He frowned a moment, thinking, then chuckled and shrugged. "You know, to be perfectly honest, Reilly... I hadn't given altogether that much thought to where I was going to go if the music thing ever took off... like I said, I got myself a decent enough day job, this is something I do for fun, and spread a little cheer, like ya said..." he grinned again.

"Though I have to admit... I'm a bit curious to see what, if anything, you're actually thinking of proposing."

[Spider-Girl - Reilly J. Parker]

She giggled and patted Adam on the back. He was cute, she had not noticed till now. When they interacted it was always on a professional level, as team mates and he did not know her identity. Reilly, as Spider-Girl, was a mystery under her living costume. She liked him; she had to admit that to herself, if she had it her way though he would never know who she really was.

But maybe, just maybe…

“Well what I have in mind, since you are so obviously fond of this day job, was inviting you to be the opening act at my next New York concert. If that goes well I could see clear to cutting a one album deal with you, to test the preverbal waters. With the album you would have to do a five city tour to promote: 3 Major US cities, 1 Major Canadian and one Major European.” She paused as she had before to let him take all of this in before continuing. “The concerts could be worked around your schedule to accommodate your other job of course.” She smirked and finished her bubble teak with a delighted sigh. “The pay off would be this: For the appearance at my concert, it would be unpaid. For the Album and your own concerts you would be paid 70% of all sales. 20% would be my fee as your promoter and 5% would go to the charity of your choosing. The charity idea is something I am putting into all contracts I sign. I want my company not only to make money but help those in need as much as possible while doing it.”

She patted him on the back again and then stood with her hand bag, under the table the symbiotic material which made her clothes once again fashioned the high heel shoes which had covered her feet previously without anyone seeing. “You can think it over though; you don’t need to answer now. My concert is in 3 weeks, here is my card with my business number if you want to get in touch with me. I work out of Stark Tower.” She smiled with a wide grin as she handed him the cards Tony had made up for her business. It was pretty big to be backed by one of the richest industrialists in the world and be working out of his personal pad to boot. She enjoyed it all and hoped it would make people take her seriously especially at her young age.

[Zephyr - Adam Westin]

He smiled at her with the pat on the back, taking another drink of the tea and reminding himself to figure out what, exactly was in the stuff, when she started talking about the actual deal - and he nearly choked on the tea. That... was NOT just a 'test the waters' deal, that was a 'I think you're going to make a shitload of money' deal. It took him a moment or two to regain some manner of composure, and he laughed a little bit at himself.

"Well, you sure as hell don't do anything halfway, now do you? I think I like that... but you might warn me next time, huh?" He lifted a brow, grinning, knowing she'd do nothing of the sort... she'd probably been TRYING to make tea come out his nose with that little bombshell... Not that he blamed her. In fact, he probably would have done the same, hell. "But then, how could I say no?" He lifted a brow, taking the care from her and letting out a low whistle - that meant a couple things, actually. One, Stark obviously trusted her, and two she wasn't all that afraid of the Tower getting attacked. Stark Towers had remained largely empty except for Stark and his own company because of the connection to Iron Man, even before it had come out that he and Stark were the same.

Adam liked that, too.

"Well, I'd sure not argue with the conditions of the rest, either.... assuming, of course, the opener show goes well enough." he added, winking lightly. "But you DID leave out five percent. Where's that little bit extra go to?"

[Spider-Girl - Reilly J. Parker]

“The extra five?” Reilly looked to the man calling himself Alain Blake confused for a moment then realized she had obviously made a math error and blushed accordingly. “Uh yeah, the last 5% goes obviously to the stadium or theater you’re playing in, stage hands, special effects and promotion of the concert. This is clearly going to be supplemented by the studio if need be but if you sell as well as I think you will 5% will be more than enough.

She smirked and winked at him enticingly again. She had confidence in Adam’s abilities. She was sure he would make it if he wanted to and either way she would have fun in her non-malicious game of the spider and the fly. She would, in a way, get to know him outside SHIELD and so would he. Talk about a weird relationship right? But in the life of a superhero she knew beggars could not be choosers.

Reilly knew now that it was time to go. She had to get back to Stark Tower and activate the LMD so it could take her place for the few days she would be on the Hellecarrier. Thanks to Stark and the LMD technology he had put to her disposal no one would ever guess who she really was, no one would ever know unless she let them. Before leaving though she turned back once more and smiled at her unknowing teammate. With a giggle she leaned down and kissed his cheek with a whisper. “Face it tiger you just hit the jackpot…”

[Zephyr - Adam Westin]

He grinned back, nodding. "Makes sense to me... I'm glad you have such confidence in my theoretical ticket sales, though. Since you're the concert mistress, I'll trust you on that." Adam returned her wink, then, and chuckled a little, closing his eyes for a moment as she kissed his cheek. "Hm... that I think I have. I'm interested to see where it all goes."

He pushed himself up and stood after her, pondering again that familiarity... ah well. Something it seemed he might have some time to figure out. Assuming, of course, that this all went well, now wasn't he? How the heck was he going to explain it to Adele? But then, he'd had plenty of double and triple lives before... it was, after all, a hobby for him. If it hadn't been, he would have joined the band under his real name, after all. He liked to describe it as practice for any SHIELD missions where he might have to go undercover, but it was really just a way to kill time - and prove to himself he hadn't lost his touch.

Spend most of your life grifting to feed yourself and your sister... well some things were a bit like riding a bike. Or falling off of one.

"I'll give you a call later then, eh Reilly?" He sketched a mock salute, laughed a bit, and moved back into the crowd, slipping easily into conversations with a few people who had been waiting, and being deliberately coy about why he'd been having a drink with a singer WAY above his pay grade... better not to give things away, now wasn't it?