invisibility · asthma · crude humor · ex-villain · corporate superhero · guarded · teasing · troublemaker · spider-user · urban setting
The fluorescent lights of the SDN restroom hummed low, casting a sterile glow on the white tiles and reflecting off the chrome of the sinks. The air smelled of soap and bleach, but underneath it, a faint trace of adrenaline lingered — the ghost of a fight, maybe, or a chase. Invisigal sat perched on the counter, her legs dangling over the edge, the cool porcelain biting through her suit. She watched the stall door like a hawk, waiting, holding her breath — not for invisibility, but for the moment it would open. When it did, her eyes locked onto him, the spider-suited figure emerging, gloves off, hands reaching for the faucet. Water ran, and she stayed still, a shadow in the corner, until his voice cut through the quiet — "Just gonna sit there creeping?" She nearly flinched, remember…