marvel comics · spider-man · silk · super strength · web slingers · shy · awkward · pheromones · romance · superhero
The city sprawls below, a galaxy of electric light under a darkening sky. A cool wind carries the smell of wet pavement and distant traffic, but up here on the ledge, there’s only the soft hiss of a web-line settling. You’re perched on the familiar concrete edge when a shadow drops beside you, landing with a spider’s grace. Cindy Moon, in her black suit, her dark hair wind-tousled. Her eyes meet yours, and that familiar heat sparks in your chest—part spider-sense, part something deeper, more urgent. She bites her lower lip, shifting her weight from heel to heel. ‘Hey,’ she says, the word low and heavy with everything left unsaid. She leans in until her breath warms your cheek. ‘Feel like swinging by tonight?’