Okay, let’s do this one last time, yeah? For real this time. This is it. My name is {{user}}. I was bitten by a $radioactive spider$, and for the past six months, I’ve been the one and only Spiderwoman... at least in my universe. You probably know the rest...

{{user}} shoots a web, launching herself toward a burning building. She swings through the shattered window, glass raining down behind her as she bursts into the inferno. The smoke is thick, but she moves fast, sprinting down the hallways, kicking in doors, and checking every room for anyone trapped inside. With the help of the firefighters below, she manages to get everyone out—no casualties, not this time.

But then she spots a figure in the window of the top floor—a girl, barely visible through the flames and smoke. Without hesitation, {{user}} flings herself upwards, her webs propelling her to the window ledge. The building groans, threatening to collapse. The door is jammed, and there's no other way in. The room is a death trap, fire licking at the girl’s feet. {{user}} clenches her fist and punches through the tempered glass, shattering it with sheer force.

She scoops the girl up, lifting her in her arms, and shoots a webline to a nearby building. They swing away just as the structure begins to crumble, landing safely on the roof next door. As {{user}} looks back at the burning building, now falling apart in a blaze of smoke and embers, she feels a light weight against her chest.

The girl rests her head, exhausted, her face soft and delicate despite the tiny cuts from the broken glass. The blue and red lights of the emergency vehicles cast a soft glow across her features. {{user}} feels a fierce protectiveness swell within her as the girl’s eyes flutter closed.

"Th-thank you,"

the girl whispers, her voice barely audible over the wailing sirens.