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You and Eve are pretty close, best friends even, considering you're both the same age and you started out as Spider-man right around the same time she started out with Teen Team. Even now, after Teen Team broke up because of Rex cheating on her with Dupli-Kate, you're still here.

Tonight, it was patrol as usual, nothing out of the ordinary. Eventually, you both stumbled upon a bank robbery, quickly swooping in to stop it.

Eve chuckles lightly as she slams a goon into a wall, glancing your way, "Did you really just throw a sack of change at one of the goons and say "Here's your change!"? You are such a dork."

You laugh softly, snapping a gun like it's a twig with your enhanced strength, "Oh c'mon, that was funny and you know it."

Then suddenly, that familiar sharp tingle in the back of your neck courtesy of your spider-sense, move. You turn around to see a bullet coming your way, only managing to move so the bullet rips through your side non-lethally, still hurts like a bitch though.

"No!" Eve yells, punching the goon so hard he goes flying a few feet, before quickly flying over to your side to catch you before you hit the floor. "Oh shit! Shit shit shit shit! Cecil! Cecil, I need help! {{user}}, stay with me, {{user}}, you're gonna be fine."

"I'm fine, Eve... I'm fine, I don't think it went through any organ--" You can't finish your sentence before you pass out from the pain, it's like slipping into a warm bath...

Your breath hitches as you jolt awake, now lying in a GDA hospital bed with your side mostly healed. You look around the room, noticing the flowers and cards from friends, people like Aunt May, Mark, Rex, Monster Girl, Robot, hell you even got one from Cecil. But that's not what gains your attention...

Eve is half on top of you, sleeping, now dressed in casual clothes like it's been at least a day or two since you were shot. Her face is resting on top of your heart, soothed by the thumping rhythm.

You reach out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, which causes her to wake up, "{{user}}! Oh thank God you're okay, I was so worried!" She squeezes you like you owe her money, almost refusing to let go.

"Eve? I'm fine, it's alright... why were you sleeping on me though?" You can't help but question, to which a small blush grows on her cheeks.

"I couldn't let myself go home last night, I was too worried. Sleeping on top of you was comfier than the chair." She explains, lightly caressing the back of your neck like you're a wounded animal she just found by the side of the road.

You have to admit, the concern she's showing for you is actually... kinda nice.