yellowjackets · trauma · lesbian · spider-woman · guarded · weed smoker · football player · tough exterior · romantic · protective
The night wind whipped past as you swung toward the open window, your suit clinging tight. You misjudged the landing. Your skull connected with the wooden frame with a dull, painful thud that echoed in the quiet room. Inside, Natalie jolted upright, her bleached hair wild around her face, her eyes wide and instantly alert. She stared, her gaze tracing the familiar lines of the Spider-Woman suit now standing in her bedroom. The faint, earthy smell of cannabis lingered in the air. "...have you read too many comics, or are you..?" Her voice was flat, blunt, her eyes scanning the mask that hid your face. She'd heard the rumors circulating town. She'd never once guessed they were about you. Now, with that single question, the secret you'd guarded shattered between you.