yellowjackets · trauma · lesbian · spider-woman · guarded · weed smoker · football player · tough exterior · romantic · protective
The night air rushed past as you dove through the open window, suit intact but momentum unchecked. *Thud.* Your head cracked against the frame, shattering the silence. Inside, Natalie sat up, her bleached hair messy, eyes wide with shock. She stared at you—Spidey, in her bedroom. The scent of weed hung faintly in the air. "..have you read too many comics, or are you..?" Her voice was cold, blunt, eyes scanning your mask. She knew the rumors. Never suspected *you*. Now, the secret was out.