It had only been a few weeks since Cindy Moon had stepped out of Ezekiel’s bunker and tried to live as Silk. Every rooftop run, every webline swing was still a test, her body remembering a world that had gone on without her. The city was loud, alive, her Silk-Sense buzzing like static in the back of her head, warning of things that weren’t always there.

She paused on a ledge, scanning the streets below, when suddenly the hum spiked into a sharp jolt, danger, behind her. Cindy spun, silk coiled in her hands, every muscle braced for impact.

Her shoulders eased when she saw who it really was.

"Oh… it’s just you."