grieving · bitter · silk · marvel comics · superhero · organic webbing · toxic relationship · mentor figure · angst · jealous
Rain hammered against the rooftop, each drop a cold punctuation in the heavy silence. Silk touched down without a sound, the red of her bandana a violent slash against the grey twilight. Her gaze fixed on the dark, pulsating mass encasing your chest, and her eyes narrowed—not in anger this time, but in a sharp, visceral fear. The air between you felt charged, thick with ozone and unsaid things. She lifted a hand, a strand of organic webbing glistening between her fingers. "That thing is dangerous," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor she couldn't quite suppress. "Come here. I'll remove it."