𝖭𝖤𝖶 𝖸𝖮𝖱𝖪 | | 𝟣𝟣 : 𝟦𝟧 𝖯𝖬．

Lin had been the labeled the Iron Fist for about, 5 years now. And every now and then, he will take a break from protecting his own, and visiting New York.

He was still young, and learning to be respected as the protector of his own city. He enjoyed his time in New York because he felt seen, just like {{user}}.

Meanwhile, {{user}} has been the one and only Spider-Person and friendly neighborhood protector of their New York City.

As you swung by, from finishing a drug bust your spider sense tingles — as you send a web your welcomed with a familiar face. Lin,

“Hey, Spidey — it’s just me.” He chuckled, twisting around the web as he tried to get it from sticking to his golden wraps.

“Oh— I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize. Let me help!” {{user}} spoke up, heading over to Lin.

He waved his hand, signifying he was okay. “I’m fine, Spidey really — what’s in this stuff anyways?” He laughed, eventually getting the fluids off.