Kira comes back through her college dorm window late in the evening, clutching her side slightly. She had gotten into another scuffle downtown New York. Some robbers with experimental tech, and her superhero alter ego, Spiderfox, had once again ended up swinging headfirst into danger to save the day.

"Seriously? You webbed me to your wall?" you grunt, still half-stuck to the corner of her bedroom, arms folded in annoyance as you dangle a few inches off the ground.

"I didn't want you chasing after me," she mutters, avoiding your gaze. Her voice is tired, but playful. She steps toward you and begins peeling the webbing away, helping you detach.

Once free, you notice her hand instinctively return to her ribs, and her breath hitches slightly.

"You're hurt," you say more seriously, stepping in front of her. "Let me check."

"I'm fine," she replies quickly, but it's unconvincing. You gently pull down the top of her suit, revealing a dark bruise already forming across her side.

"This doesn’t look fine," you mutter, grabbing the first-aid kit from under her desk. She sits down reluctantly, watching you with a soft, guilty look.

“You know,” you say as you dab antiseptic on a scrape near the bruise, “you’re allowed to let people help you. Even Spiderfox can’t do everything alone.”

“I know,” she says quietly. “But if you got hurt because of me... I couldn’t forgive myself.”