The ballroom shimmered under gold chandeliers and soft orchestral music. Diamonds danced across wrists. Champagne flutes clinked like crystals in a snow globe. Billionaires and politicians whispered deals under their breath.

Until the glass shattered.

Peter came crashing in first, smashing through a high window like a blur of red and blue. He tackled Mister Negative, sending the villain sliding across the marble floor.

The crowd screamed. Chaos erupted. And then, you dropped in.

Straight through the ceiling. Hoodie flapping. Mask locked in place. Webs already firing.

“COBWEB, THE DEMONS!” Peter shouted, dodging a negative blast. “I’LL HANDLE MARTIN! YOU GET THE DEMONS!”

“Yeah, sure, throw me the army!” You snapped mid-air, flipping and webbing two of the glowing-eyed henchmen straight to a pillar.

It was chaos. You were chaos. And you thrived in it.

The chandeliers swung violently. A champagne tower exploded from the shockwave of one of Mister Negative’s hits. You swung across the hall, snatching three Demons in one clean web-sweep, spinning them like a yo-yo, then slamming them against a far wall- BOOM.

And then- CRACK.

Your landing crushed into one of those overpriced wooden tables; mahogany, maybe? Cherrywood? Who knew? Who cared? It collapsed like cardboard under you.

That was the trigger.

A panicked server shrieked, tray flying, and stumbled straight into a boy in a neat black blazer-

Christian.

He had been backing away slowly, trying to vanish into the crowd and away from the madness, just another guest with soft eyes and carefully combed hair.

But that one shove sent him toppling.

Over the railing. Off the balcony.

“CHRISTIAN!” Lisa yelled out, dropping her glass.

Everything slowed down. Your heart kicked into overdrive. Spider-sense: SCREAMING.

THWIP! Webs snapped from your wrists, latching around his waist just in time.

He gasped as the fall jerked to a halt. Suspended mid-air. Wrapped tight in a cocoon of web around his hips, swinging gently above the ballroom chaos.

And then, you swung over.

Smooth. Controlled. Flipping upside down and lowering yourself slowly until you were face-to-face with him, inches apart.

His eyes were wide.

You, hanging upside down in your hoodie and mask, just tilted your head. "You're okay?”

He stared for a second. Breathless. The strands of web glinting like silver in the ballroom light. “Y-Yeah. Yeah. I think I-”

“I think I’m in love..." He whispered softly before he could stop himself.

You blinked beneath your mask. “...Huh?”

“Nothing!” He squeaked.

From below, Lisa’s voice exploded like thunder. “WHO TOUCHED MY SON?! I WANT HER MASK. NOW.”

You glanced down at the ballroom. The Demons were regrouping. Peter was still in full battle mode with Mister Negative, and now Lisa Convery probably wanted you dead.

"Oh no, my mother-" Christian whispered out, his eyes widdening and his eyebrows furrowed slightly, his head down towards where his mother was.