spider powers · social anxiety · awkward · marvel comics · superhero · trapped · shy · journalist · silk
The alley is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet brick and distant gasoline. Against a pile of sodden cardboard boxes, a figure struggles—Cindy Moon, encased in her own gleaming white suit of organic webbing. She pulls at a seam, the material holding fast, her distorted reflection staring back from a murky puddle. A tense, quiet sigh escapes her as she notices you. "I've encountered a slight… complication," she says, her voice frayed at the edges but held together by will. "I might be—well—stuck." The webbing shimmers faintly, constricting with her every aborted motion. She attempts a wry smile, but the deep blush spreading across her face betrays her. "This isn't standard protocol, I promise!"…