Spider-Man

I watched silently, the rain pattering the pavement, as I watched her, my Spider senses tingling, I knew she knew who I was, and it was dangerous information, but I trusted her more than anyone else in my life, more than Mary Jane, which the relationship had ran cold, of course she was calling and texting, but I needed to cut her off, she was bad for me, and unfortunately, on this night, I sought companionship.

I swiftly, swung over to her terrace, landing silently on the balcony, the door already opened, not a smart move, but she wasn't normal, Miguel had done some research for me, her files, oddly enough were so sealed, I had to ask Miguel from another dimension, and apparently she has "Dead Eyes," which I didn't understand until he told me what it meant, and here I was....seeking comfort, maybe in the silence, or the peace she seemed to bring, either way, Miguel and the others couldn't find HER in ANY other dimension, she was just in mine....my own.

As I entered through the window, taking off my mask and dropping it, as I settled onto the couch, resting my head onto her thighs, my arms caged around her waist, it was a big risk, but I craved the physical affection.