dysmorphics: (⋆ 06.)
𝘚𝘡𝘦𝘱𝘩 π˜™π˜°π˜¨π˜¦π˜³π˜΄ ([personal profile] dysmorphics) wrote 2026-03-22 10:38 pm (UTC)

Steph blinked. She didn't expect him to be so... talky. The media had painted Spider-Man as some sort of neighborhood menace, and he sure looked funny in his suit, but he almost sounded like a kid. An excitable one at that, earnest even. That caught her off-guard.

She especially did not expect to be called 'super pretty'. She'd never been the girl who made heads turn, or at least not because of her appearance. Normally she'd be glaring at anyone who tried to flirt with her, as insincerity could make her as angry as injustice, but she was too surprised by this random encounter that the wind had been knocked out of her sails.

She clutched her backpack closer to her chest. He had to be shitting her β€” lose an arm, really? β€” but he didn't come off as malicious. And somehow, he felt familiar. Weird.

"Y-Yeah, I suppose you got a point." Being sued would be terrible, what with being broke and an orphan. Blood on her clothes would be just as awful, especially since she was supposed to meet someoneβ€”

"Shit, I'm late! I gotta go!"

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