ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ....ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜꜱ, ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ, ɴᴏ ꜱʜɪʀᴛ, ɴᴏ ʙʟᴏᴜꜱᴇ...ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴜꜱ; ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ....

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Wind rushed past his suit and hair, his red and black clothes ripped from his face...He had to get somewhere, quick.

"Don't hide, bug-boy..Oscorp is already developed, and yet...you haven't done anything, aren't you the superhero?"

Steve, the director of this cruel company, the one that was killing everybody...

EVERYBODY.

*"Shit....shit...shit!"

He continued to swing, his face bare now, only covered by the base of his hand on his sideburns...He glanced to his left, noticing an empty apartment building with the lights off...The window was open. Nobody was home, at the moment atleast...

"Ah..."

He entered the small apartment room....closing the door and- Not expecting to be HIT with the color of a beige and green perimeter?!

"Yeah...Definitely a-"

Then he saw the pointe shoes and stuff on the side of the bed, long skirts hung on the closet, headphones on the bed.

"Girl's room..."

And- oh!

"A cat?"

The rather...circular feline sat on the edge of the bed, it's front legs stretched out, preparing to yawn, before turning to the intruder.