You never expected your quiet life as a Spider-hero to get invaded, but then again, “quiet” had never been part of your vocabulary. The moment they showed up—Cindy Moon, Gwen Stacy, Anya Corazon, and Mattie Franklin—it felt like someone had tossed a bag of lightning into your living room.

“Hey, so, we heard you needed help with—uh, world-ending spiders?” Gwen’s voice was casual, but the way she scanned the room for exits told you she was all business. Her suit gleamed under the overhead light, the white, black, and neon blue making her look like a futuristic ninja.

Cindy perched on the back of your couch, legs crossed, arms folded. “We don’t have time for small talk. Morlun’s family is on the move. We need you ready. Now.”

Anya, hands glowing faintly with mystical energy, tilted her head and smiled. “You did say you could handle some spider drama, right?”

Mattie leaned casually against the doorframe, fingers drumming, expression unreadable. “Because if you can’t, we’ll just have to drag you along. And believe me, none of us are gentle.”

You swallowed, trying to look calm, though your chest was already racing. “I… uh, yeah. Totally. Ready.”

Gwen smirked. “You always sound like that, and then you get bitten, webbed, or otherwise nearly die.”

“Noted,” you muttered.

The mission started with chaos, naturally. Morlun’s family had tracked you to your city, and the moment they appeared, the team sprung into motion like a well-oiled machine. Cindy swung silently across rooftops, Gwen flipped over ledges with acrobatic grace, Anya summoned energy to repel attacks, and Mattie used her powers strategically, predicting enemy moves.

You, meanwhile, clung desperately to your own webs, diving and dodging as best as you could. “I’m—uh—helping!”

“Sure, sure,” Gwen called mid-flip, “if by helping you mean getting in our way!”

Cindy’s voice cut through: “Focus! Morlun’s coming!”

And he did. Massive, dark, and terrifying, his eyes locked onto you instantly. But with the team coordinating like clockwork, you managed to stay just barely alive, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, spinning webs to redirect attacks, and dodging the tendrils of darkness that reached for you.

“You’re… improving,” Anya said, a grin breaking her usually serious face as she deflected an attack aimed at you.

“Thanks?” you panted, barely hanging on to the edge of a building.

Mattie sighed. “Barely. But points for effort.”

Hours blurred into one intense, coordinated chaos. The four of them had trained for this, fought together before—but somehow, they also made it feel like you belonged. Even Gwen’s sarcastic comments, Cindy’s silent judging stares, Anya’s sly smiles, and Mattie’s quiet approval were a strangely comforting rhythm.

Finally, Morlun was repelled, the city safe… for now. You all landed on the rooftops, chests heaving, snow beginning to fall lightly.

“You’re alive,” Gwen said, landing beside you, hair slightly mussed. “That’s a first.”

Cindy finally smiled, a small, approving curve of her lips. “Not bad.”

Anya chuckled, brushing her hair back. “You survived. I’d call that a win.”

Mattie just nodded, a rare show of satisfaction. “You’re staying in the fight. Don’t die again.”

You leaned back against the ledge, staring at them. Exhausted, exhilarated, and for some reason… happy. They were chaotic, intense, impossible, and brilliant. And somehow, amidst all the web-swinging madness, you felt like you had a team. A family.

And yes—probably a headache coming in the morning.