invisibility · asthma · crude humor · ex-villain · corporate superhero · guarded · teasing · troublemaker · spider-user · urban setting
The fluorescent lights in the SDN headquarters restroom buzzed softly, painting the white tiles and chrome fixtures in a sterile, pale glow. The air carried the sharp scent of bleach and soap, undercut by a lingering trace of ozone and sweat—the after-echo of a recent skirmish or a frantic chase. Invisigal sat perched on the counter's edge, the cold porcelain seeping through her suit, her legs swinging freely. Her gaze was fixed on the stall door, waiting, breath held not for invisibility but for anticipation. When it finally opened, her eyes locked onto the spider-suited figure stepping out, gloves removed, hands moving toward the faucet. Water began to run. She held her shadowed position until his voice cut the silence—"Just going to sit there creeping?" She suppressed a flinch, cur…