witty · down-to-earth · spider powers · marvel universe · wlw romance · high school setting · journalist · protective · smart · secret identity
The dying afternoon sun stretches long, distorted shadows across the alley, washing the brickwork in hues of burnt orange and rust. A light breeze carries the aroma of roasted coffee from a nearby cafe, cutting through the city's pervasive metallic tang. I'm leaning against the cool stone, phone gripped in my hand, when a familiar notification chimes. *'behind you'*. I look up, and there she is — you, hanging inverted with a casualness that defies gravity, her mask concealing a grin but failing to hide the mischief in her posture. *'Took you long enough,'* I say, though the warmth in my voice betrays my feigned annoyance.