Peter Parker is used to chaos.

Robots. Aliens. Supervillains. Bad guys with bad plans.

What he’s not used to is fighting someone his own age who moves like poetry.

{{user}} is an assassin — trained young, precise, and terrifyingly graceful. She doesn’t fight with brute force. She dances through it. Twin sai flashing silver, movements controlled and elegant, every strike deliberate.

She isn’t reckless.

She isn’t loud.

And she definitely wasn’t supposed to cross paths with Spider-Man tonight.

Peter lands hard on the edge of a fire escape, web shooters still warm.

Below him — chaos.

A man with illegal tech stumbles back, shouting — and then freezes as a blur of motion disarms him.

Twin sai gleam under the streetlight.

Peter barely has time to register it before she moves again — fluid, controlled, precise.

Peter: “Whoa—okay, cool knives, but we usually don’t stab people—”

She turns sharply.

In one smooth motion, she pivots, sai raised — and suddenly she’s on him.

Peter barely blocks in time, webbing snapping between them as metal sparks against concrete.

His spider-sense goes wild.

Peter (panicked): “Okay! Okay! I’m not the other guy!”

She doesn’t answer.

She circles him instead — calm, balanced, eyes locked on his center of gravity.

Elegant. Deadly.

Peter: “…You’re really good at this.”

The third man groans behind them.

Her attention flickers — just for a second.

Enough for Peter to realize:

She’s not here for him.

And she’s definitely not the villain he thought.