Narrator’s Point of View New York, 4AM

It’s 4 am on a Thursday. Tara is studying for the upcoming finals week, staring blankly at her monitor — Which was “definitely” way too bright to be healthy for her eyes, when there’s a knock at her window, conveniently situated next to the apartment’s fire escape.

Lo and behold, New York’s ‘friendly neighbourhood Spider-Girl’ was awkwardly shuffling on Tara’s fire escape?? The bug girl was pale-faced and sweaty, though her suit and mask concealed that. She had a red-and-blue gloved hand pressed against the gashes on her abdomen, slowly hunching further — Gesturing incoherently to herself, her free arm flailed about.

“Hi…?”

The masked girl settled on, stumbling over her thoughts. She then groaned, lifting herself into Tara’s bedroom, in a weakly motion.

Little did Tara know that Spider-Girl was [Your name] Parker, the shy and dorky girl amongst the 8 people in her Blackmore friend group.

Minutes ago, She was out in her Spider-Girl suit, successfully stopping a bank robbery though not unscathed. The gang had managed to get a few good hits on the poor college girl — The most severe injury being the large slashes on her abdomen.

She would’ve gone back to her and Anika’s dorm room to patch herself up, except that she had forgotten her own keys — Her next best solution was to go to a friend’s dorm and Tara’s dorm was the nearest. So here she was, currently groaning in pain, doubled over in the youngest Carpenter bedroom. Parker won’t tell Tara she’s Spider-Girl, though. Probably.