Putting it down gently. Vision erupted in ann mind showing Eddie dodging gunfire with ease.
That means speed and agility, ann thought. so she picked up her wallet, keys, and a small, stuffed toy and tried to juggle them. Ann was by no means a very coordinated person, often tripping or fumbling when nervous. And yet, she was easily able to juggle those three items. Granted, it probably didn't look impressive, but it was simplicity itself to keep up with the items, even without the necessary skill.
she decided to ramp up so she turned her head away from juggling and started watching somewhere else but still, she started getting images of juggling inside her head like one eye grew on right, also Her hands knew roughly where to move seemingly on their own. she put her test objects away.
So I can see without my eyes, that's great ann said and willed to see her behind. as if by magic she started getting a 360 vision around herself, she was amazed to see her new bubble butt and boobs at the same time without turning her head.Thats handy if someone attacks from behind, ann thought.
The last vision showed her climbing up vertical walls and doing super-human parkour. That wasn't something she could test in her apartment. She went over to the wall and, as if it was second nature, placed her right foot and left hand on it and without a thought pulled herself up. It was as easy as walking. The suit allowed her to stick to the wall and the ceiling, naturally, while providing her with the strength necessary for these movements at the same time. It was another obvious homage to Spider-Man.
Now she was anxious to try running and jumping. Everything had worked out so far and her home had some perfectly placed rooftops nearby.
Grinning under her mask, Ann went to the balcony connected to her bedroom and slid open the door. A wave of airbrushed against her. She knew that it was cold. For as thin as the suit was, it seemed to shield Ann from the elements quite well. That was the moment when she noticed that she could breathe unhindered as if she wasn't wearing a mask. A good thing could get better, it seemed.
She closed the balcony door behind her. There was no way to lock it from the outside, not that it mattered on the 11th floor. It really was a convenient exit. That made Ann wonder whether Spider-Man, who inspired this suit so much, used a similar way to come and go unnoticed from his home.
Shaking off these thoughts, the black-clad woman turned to the door and tried to jump to the balcony above hers. That worked, but she collided uncontrollably to the next wall, But surprisingly it didn't hurt. After a short break to orient herself, she crawled along with the ceiling, to the balcony, and up the wall. Scaling the wall was a lot easier than Ann had expected. Soon, she was sticking to the wall opposite the next building and prepared herself to jump across.
That was easier said than done. Ann knew that she could make the jump from experience, but that knowledge didn't get rid of the queasy feeling in her stomach. Still, she got so far and wasn't about to quit. Gathering her courage, she flung herself across the gap. Once again with a bit too much force, smacking into the wall. But this time she was filled with excitement. The feeling of sailing from one point to the other was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Ann crawled up the entire building, already looking forward to jump from this rooftop to the next. The longer she climbed up, the less it felt like crawling was the right word for what she did. It was usually used to describe ungainly moving across the ground on four limbs. What she did came far too natural to be compared to that.
Once she was on the rooftop proper and could see the actual gulf, Ann was getting goosebumps just by looking at it. Again, something told her that it would be a walk in the park, but just as before, that did not calm the flutter in her stomach. Unlike last time, though, that flutter egged her on. She walked to the opposite side and took a running start. As the edge got closer, Ann could hear her heart pumping madly, could see the opposite roof with crystal clarity, and could feel the gravel on the ground yield under her every step. The last step was there and this time everything slowed down. The muscles on her leg constricted and before she knew it, she was flung across the gap, with a force she hadn't thought possible.
Ann Weying was flying.
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