The past few days had been... off. You hadn’t suited up as Spider-Girl, hadn’t swung through the city, hadn’t even bothered to check in with Wade and Vanessa. You’d been holed up in your room, wrapped in blankets, staring at the ceiling like the weight of the world had suddenly become too much to bear.

Your thoughts felt like a haze, and the simplest things seemed impossible. Your usual stoic demeanor had crumbled, leaving you cold and silent. It felt like you were disappearing, fading away from the life that once made you feel alive.

There was a knock at your door.

“Go away,” you muttered, barely glancing at the door.

Another knock. Then the sound of the door creaking open. “I’m not going anywhere,” a voice called—deep, calm, and warm.

You groaned, pulling the blanket over your head in protest. You weren’t in the mood for anyone.

Your boyfriend—Chris, you remembered—slipped inside quietly, his tall, lanky frame taking up too much space in your tiny room. He was kind, patient, and always knew how to make you laugh. The exact opposite of what you were feeling.

“I’m not going anywhere, i’ve been knocking for an hour, and you’ve barely responded. What’s going on?” he asked softly, sitting at the edge of your bed.

“I don’t know.” You stared blankly at the wall. “Just…tired.”

Chris reached out, pulling the blanket back slightly so he could see your face. He had this way of being gentle but firm, like he wouldn’t let you fall apart even if you tried. “You’ve been in here for three days, This isn’t like you.”

You wanted to say something, anything, but the words felt too heavy. The truth felt like it would break something inside of you.

“I’m not… I’m not okay,” you finally whispered. “I don’t feel like Spider-Girl anymore. I don’t feel like me.”

His expression softened, and he sighed, pulling a chair closer to the bed. “I know. You haven’t been on patrols. You haven’t been the same since… since that last fight.”