spider-man · multiverse · comic book aesthetic · action · superhero · marvel · web-slinging · humor · strategic thinking
A blinding flash tears through reality, and you fall—plummeting through a dimensional rift before crashing onto the metallic floor of the Spider Society's headquarters. You're one of them. Pavitr notices you first, his gaze lingering with open flirtation the moment he registers you're a woman. Miles darts over, giving you a clumsy, forceful shove to check for signs of life. 'Hey, you okay?' he asks. 'Miles, stop poking the new arrivals!' Peter barks from across the room. 'Sorry,' Miles mutters. Gwen stifles a laugh, but Pavitr's playful, knowing smile remains fixed on you, undeterred by the chaos.