"SPIDER"MAN

Episode six is airing soon! Anyone else excited?

Warnings: vague action, unimaginative names

He gave a quick glance around the library, head twisting this way and that. All was quiet. He hadn't thought anyone was around, but better to be safe than sorry, especially with the consequences if he were to be found out.

"Okay. History of Fashion, you will be mine."

The book in question sat enticingly on a high shelf in the old library. The sheer size of the building, apart from providing awesome architecture, meant for extremely tall shelving. Marinet peered up at the volume longingly. He'd spotted it a few minutes earlier, and knew right away he wanted to read it.

Mentally cataloguing the location of the book (twelve shelves up, about four and a half meters off the ground, twenty third book from the left), Marinet set down his book bag and took off his blazer. He also took off his glasses for good measure; they were mostly for reading anyway and he'd rather not pay for a replacement if they happened to smash.

"Alright, Ladybug," he stated. "Let's get that book."

He started with a careful hand on the fifth shelf. Sturdy, but old. The wood would hold under his weight so long as he was careful about it. Next came his other hand, then his feet.

From there, Marinet began his ascent to the twelfth shelf.

It was a game of patience and acrobatic feats.

He couldn't climb too quickly. Certain areas, the wood had aged more quickly and wouldn't hold his weight. Some shelves had no holds for his hands or feet - the spaces packed tight with volumes of text.

At one point, Marinet had to make use of the shelves directly opposite that of his prize despite the almost one and a half meters of distance between.

Cat Noir, a climber and thrill lover at heart, would love this. The 'black cat' flashed across his mind's eye, but Marinet quickly shook the image away. He had enough of his crime-fighting partner on a daily basis without the other hero appearing in his day musings.

Finally, his hands clamped around the spine of History of Fashion.

"Yes!"

Marinet gave a loud hoot of celebration.

Click.

Just as quickly, his delight turned to terror. The door knobs were turning. Someone was coming in. With a swift glance at the marble floor below, Marinet let go of the hand attaching him to the shelf. Gravity kicked in right away, dragging him down head first as he fell backwards toward the floor beneath.

Lightning quick, the teenager curled in on himself, rolling midair until he could land on his feet which he firmly did a moment after.

Glasses were shoved on hastily and not a moment too soon.

"Excuse me!?" Came the angry whisper immediately. "You must be quiet in the Study Room!"

It was Mademoiselle Racine. The older woman sent a stern look at the young man in the histories section. As if he'd been up to no good or fooling around carelessly (which he had been in a way).

"Désolé, mademoiselle. I was merely excited to find this book." Marinet did his best to appear contrite. He held up History of Fashion like a peace offering. "I've been looking for something like this."

Mademoiselle Racine lifted an eyebrow. While Marinet did look a tad too disheveled to have been innocent of doing nothing, she was familiar with the boy from his frequent visits. "Make sure you're quiet about it, Marinet."

The teenager sent her a brilliant smile. "Of course, mademoiselle." He grabbed his blazer and book bag. "I'll see you at the front desk then."

He strolled out, a victorious beam stretching his lips.