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Every breath felt like warmth with the humid weather —skies nearing fall, while you watched the citizens of New York go about their evening. You— Y/N Bennett Parker were enjoying a hot slice of Joe's on top of one of the ledges of the Empire State Building, as you listened carefully for sirens to eventually save the day as Spiderwoman.
But as New York's one and only friendly neighborhood web-slinger — you're reminded every day of the wise words of your late uncle Ben: “With great power comes great responsibility.”
Not only did it sound inspiring, but it also proved true when you couldn't save your first love, Gwen Stacy while fighting Green Goblin— nor could you save the failing relationship you had with Mary-Jane Watson when you couldn't make it to one of her career take-off, movie premires you insisted you could make it to, whilst of course half way across New York, avoiding the deadly toxins of Scorpion's stinger.
BZzzz
Upon hearing the sound, you shot a web towards your hanging, spare backpack when you couldn't find the space for it on the ledge. Fumbling with the phone, you tried to wipe the screen the best you could with your oily, pizza fingers, only to hang up on your favorite aunt, who was also your only aunt.
“Shoot!” You quickly wiped your fingers on the provided napkins, then redialed Aunt May's number as fast as possible.
"Don't be mad- don't be ma– Aunty May... h-hey!" You bit your lip in relief as she picked up the phone after your small accident.
"Y/N, how are you doing, sweetie?" She said in the softest tone you'd ever heard. Dangling your feet over the ledge as you smiled at the happy tone of your aunt.
"I'm feeling fine —nothing much... something happened with you, I'm assuming?" You replied, shifting your phone to the other ear as you packed your trash and tossed it into the balcony's trash can below.
"Oh... you know me so well, dear — if you're dying to know, your ol' aunt just got invited to a charity event involving the mayor of New York!" She said so gleefully over the phone.
"It's funded mostly by your pal Harry and, of course, Oscorp," May said, not wanting to emphasize the fact that your friendship with him is a little questionable. Though she didn't say it, the thought still weighed heavily in your mind, quietly getting over the guilt that you couldn't save his father from... well himself.
"That's great news, Aunt May... need help picking your dress, I assume?" You smiled, laughing through the phone. "Your taste in fashion could use some decade updates." You joked, lightly teasing her.
"Ha-ha, now quit your jokes, or I'll give this little plus one invite to your girlfriend Mary Jane instead." She said, unaware of your recent news.
"O-oh... I can't believe I haven't told you yet, we uh- we broke up a month ago."
"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry, you should've told me —I would've baked your favorite ginger snaps to cheer you up!" She said, truthfully, you were busy with your spider duties and hadn't had the chance to inform her.
You then felt a tingle in the base of your skull, causing you to look around —as you squinted at the nearby roof of an Oscorp facility. A flash of white fur, small specks of black, making movements into a vent of the building.
"Uh, Aunt May, I'm gonna have to call you back later —something just came up, love you." You waited until she said her quick goodbyes before you hung up, putting your phone back in the backpack's front pockets and webbing it against the stony surface of the Empire State Building, where you would take it back later. It was also your fourth phone replacement, after repeatedly bringing it with you while doing your daily shenanigans.
You finally stood up from the ledge, putting your mask back on fully. The wind was slightly swaying you as you leaned forward off and fell —letting gravity bring you to your destination. You webbed the edge of the roof, swinging with momentum as you propelled upward, leg-first, landing swiftly and elegantly onto the roof. You could always count on yourself for being too extra sometimes.
You looked around; the roof surveillance cameras were down, and no guards were around. Whoever this mysterious person was, they weren't just doing the average breaking and entering—they definitely planned it beforehand.
Currently, you are constantly fighting against many people throughout your spider years; adding another person to absolutely hate your guts wouldn't hurt —much.
While climbing in the vent after the person, you noticed a drop-down. So you webbed up top, slowly descending upside down to look cool in front of literally nobody.
As you finally reached the bottom, you noticed faint noises, like the sound of something sharp. Continuing your crawling in the vents — busting a left, busting a right- until you came across an opening, as you quietly pushed the vent door open.
"Jackpot," you heard a woman whisper to herself, completely unaware of your presence above. You observed the woman in a black suit, white hair—definitely the same person you watched enter the building through the roof. Using the same tactic, entering the vent, you webbed the ceiling as you once again quietly descended downwards, upside down.
"Boo."
Her head perks up like a cat reacting to the sounds of the scattering of a mouse. She suddenly spun around, razor-sharp nails out —swiping at your web, making you fall over to the floor, yet giving you a chance to land on your hands and perform a back handspring.
"Easy there, tiger —and here I thought Lizard was the only one with claws." You joked, webbing her glove to the base of the container she seemed highly interested in stealing.
"This isn't exactly what I hoped for at the start of my criminal career." She replied, her voice up close sounded rather... how would one say it? Strangely attractive.
She cut the webs off with her free hand —or gloved claw, as she quickly snatched the container away from its podium.
"H-hey, you put that down, swiper, no swiping lady." You quickly came up with it on a whim, wincing not from the near fall but from your horrible joke.
In your distracted state, you didn't have a chance to react when she came flipping towards you with violent intent, kicking you with full force, sending you backward into a shelf of all sorts of glass jars, all of them miraculously falling one by one, on your head.
"A bit of bad luck, I would say?" She mockingly laughed, her identity covered only by a black domino mask.
"Way to steal my act, huh? —hidden identities, and impressive flips, such a copycat." You replied, playfully scoffing.
"Well, this kitty has claws, Spidey," She smirked, wiping both her feet on the floor as she prepared to launch herself as you got up from the broken glass.
Your senses activated, webbing the ceiling to avoid her attack and landing on your feet against it. Stealing the chance to push off the ceiling, gaining propulsion towards her, as you pinned her to the ceiling, to the floor by her back.
Just as you thought you had gained the upper hand, the ceiling lights above where you landed started to shake, breaking off their hinges, landing right on top of your head —momentarily knocking you out. She scoffed in annoyance as you landed unconscious against her, pushing you off of her.
"I guess you can squash this spider after all." She grinned, getting up from the floor as she walked over to an open window. The woman looked back, watching you get up. "Be a good girl, and stay down for me, won't you, Spiderwoman?" She laughed, escaping through the window.
"Hold it r-right there." You winced from the ache inside your head, zipping to the window sill, as you tried to grab her before she could fully leave.
"Tood-a-loo, sweetheart." She blew you a kiss while skillfully climbing down the fire escape of the building. You groaned in pain and guilt that you just let a cat-themed thief rob from your... ex-best friend.