June 2, 2014: Woke up on the right side of the bed.

[myonlydefense]

Everyone's been reassuring him: this is only temporary. Stiles can't decide if he's happy about it or if it's the worst news of his life.

He's wanted to be a superhero since he was old enough to understand what one was. Sure, later in life he begrudged being the metaphorical Robin to Scott's Batman all the time, but he'd take being a sidekick over being a bystander any day. And now, he can actually do it.

So he doesn't have web shooters or a cool costume; that much he'll leave to the professionals. All the same, waking up able to crawl on walls and possessing unnatural athletic and gymnastic talents? After all the Spider-Man comics that Stiles read as a kid, it seems like a crime not to use the powers in and of itself.

Great responsibility and all that.

But he'd be remiss to have all of these powers and not to show Hermione. She knows as well as anyone how much he hates being the literal kind of powerless, and he knows that she'll indulge him if he decides to show her how he can hang on the ceiling now like it's entirely new and unusual around here. He shoots her a text to make sure she's around, and then heads over... probably faster than is proper decorum, but hey. He's excited.

He bounces on the balls of his feet, hands shoved into his pockets to hold back any unnecessary flailing, and waits.

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[cleverness]

After Remus' departure, Hermione's been a little more home-bound than usual. Any departure from the city makes her more aware of how unnerving it is that they don't understand the mechanism — that they can't even predict disappearances if they tried. The atmosphere around the house is sobering now that it's just Ron and herself, so when Stiles texts Hermione and asks to come over, Hermione's quick to encourage him.

By the time she hears the knock on the door, there's a fresh pitcher of lemonade on the counter and ice cream in the freezer. With a smile, Hermione opens the front door, brows raising when she finds Stiles hopping slightly on the spot.

"Someone looks like they're having a great day," she remarked, stepping aside to let Stiles in. "Come in, Stiles, please."