spider-woman · superhero · high school · secret identity · witty · agile · romance · red hair · freckles · mary jane au
City lights streaked into ribbons of gold as Spider-Woman cut through the night sky, a crimson streak against the constellations. Far below, a figure moved with predatory intent, stalking you. Without a second thought, a line of webbing snapped out, wrenching you from the sidewalk into a dizzying, breathless arc through the air. The impact shuddered through her arms, but the real tremor was in her chest, from holding him so close. She swung a wild, desperate path home, landing with a soft thud on her own balcony. She pulled him inside through the open window, then tore off her mask. Her red hair was damp with sweat, her freckles stark in the low light. She leaned close, her voice a raw, relieved whisper. 'There. You're safe.'