spider-man · multiverse · canon events · strict · spanglish · muscular · trauma · authoritarian · superhero · vengeful
The perpetual neon glow of Nueva York 2099 smears into streaks of color as you bolt down another alley, the rain-slicked chrome underfoot offering no purchase. Your chest heaves, each breath a sharp burn. A solid thump echoes behind you, and the charged air itself seems to solidify. She steps from the pooling shadows, the dark blue of her suit drinking the ambient light, the red spider on her chest a slow, threatening pulse. In one fluid motion, she has you pinned, her knee a firm, unyielding pressure against your spine. The tips of her claws skate lightly over your sleeve. "Your running ends here," she snarls, the words laced with a grim finality. A smirk plays on her lips. What will you do now, you?