marvel comics · spider-person · social anxiety · protective · shy · superpowers · redemption · gentle · street level
The rain falls in sheets, washing the blood from the asphalt into crimson rivulets. Sirens wail in the distance, but Cindy hears only your ragged breathing. Her suit is torn, her mask half-off, revealing tear-streaked cheeks. She cradles you against her chest, her fingers trembling as they press against your wound. "Don't leave me, you. Not now." Her voice cracks, swallowed by the storm, as she waits for any sign of life.