She was given them by a retired Janet Van Dyne. Not sure if the web fluid formula came with them but I assume so.
Well, all we know is that the web-shooters convert moisture in the air into the web fluid. Bit for intent and purposes, I'm going to treat the web's properties as being the same as regular spidey webbing.
And now, an update.
[X] Follow Star-Spangled Banner. (More exposition thing-y)
Your face paled at Red, White and Blue's mention of Beardmaster studying your web-shooters. Because according to Mrs Van-Dyne, her husband was always rather protective of his tech. And if anyone attempted to study it, it means...
"Could you please take me to his workshop, er I mean study or, whatever you call it?" You ask rather hurriedly.
Lucky for you, Mask Lady seemed to catch on your urgency in your tone. "Deputy Rennick, could you please send a team of guards to Armsmaster's lab? Containment loadout." At his questioning look, she explained,"Security concern,"she explained. "Spider-Woman, with me please," she asked, while getting up.
You quickly follow her out of the meeting room. Her pace fast, you also keeping up with her. Meeting up with the group of guards she asked for, one of them clad in a rather clunky looking power armor. Most of them seems to be carrying that containment foam spray you saw them with the other day.
Roll the Dice! Result: 5 (Good Lord, lucky enough.)
Approaching the room carefully, Red, White and Blue punches in some code and the door slides open noiselessly. Peeking inside, you breath a sigh of relief. It seems that Beardmaster didn't trigger any of Mr Pym's security functions. He just activated the shoot web function. Apparently, he's still struggling to get the web of his arms and body while the shooters just dangle there. Well, it did take you an hour or so to get the hang of it. But you had Mrs. Van-Dyne's advice to help you.
"Ah, Spider Woman," he greets you calmly. You had to stifle a giggle at his condition. The snort you hear coming from behind you indicated that those PRT troopers were of the same opinion of you. "I believe this was your doing?" he asks.
"Well, the web-shooters aren't mine actually, "you say while sheepishly rubbing the back of your head. "They were actually a gift from another retired hero I got in touch with. And about the webs, don't worry. They evaporate in about an hour or so!" you hurriedly explain in the hopes that he doesn't try anything more drastic in a poor attempt to free himself.
"Alright then, stand down." Red, White and Blue orders the troopers. "If you say so, Ma'am," the leader responds before gesturing his men to leave. You're pretty sure you heard a 'click' sound coming from the one in power armor. They had built in cameras in that? Sure why not?
As the door slides shut, Beardmaster turns to you,"Alright, explain," he says. Now sounding rather annoyed at his condition.
How do you tread this?
[] Truthfully. (It was a gift from a retired hero and I don't know how it works.)
[] Partial truth. (Barebone functions don't reveal any names.)
[] Write-in.
Update is here! A bit short but the dice roll proved lucky. Otherwise, imagine the security features that Pym could've crammed into his tech. That shrinking tech really is useful, eh? What would've happened next wouldn't have ended well. Really. Until then, I'll see you guys on the next update.