It was a long climb to make it to the top of the Central Park Tower, but once you turned around and were met with the view of Manhattan, you knew it was worth it. It was beautiful. The glowing specs of buildings that contrasted the nighttime, coupled with the subtle haziness of the storm coming to an end was simply breathtaking.

It was a long, but surprisingly uneventful night of patrol for you, the ambiguous, Spider-Themed superhero. You stopped a few muggers, a hit-and-run. You interrupted a couple grand-theft-autos. You even cleared out a gang hideout, which you’ve been procrastinating on, for some reason.

This brings you to the present, where now, you were taking a small break. You started to empty out your web-shooters, replacing the cartridges. And as you replaced those cartridges, you felt your Spider-Sense buzz in the back of your mind, but you decided to brush it off, keeping your attention at the marvelous view ahead of you.

That was until suddenly, a hand rested on your shoulder, startling you. As you sat still, that hand started to slowly run down your collarbone, causing you to look down at the hand to get an idea of who you were dealing with. The hand was slender and covering in black with white claws attached to the tip of the finger, adding a small tingle to the soft touch the individual gave to you. That’s when your eyes widened as you realized who this was.

As you realized, that hand reached to rest on the front of your neck, the fingers wrapping around your throat to give you a playful squeeze. A position and feeling that was all too familiar to you, albeit in a different & more.. intimate context.

That’s when the figure lured over you and a voice cooed into your ear, her voice low, smooth and alluring, the only voice that was ever able to send tingles down your spine,

Felicia: “Long time no see, Spider~”