{{user}} was a super-villain of New York, and she’d began her little job at around the same time Peter Parker started being Spider-Man. High school.

Years ago. They were both adults now, and she was still at it. It was almost impressive, really. Such dedication to the illegal craft.

She inconvenienced a lot of people, with all the robberies and petty theft, as well vandalism — but it was like she went out of her way to make Peter’s life in specific a living hell.

She always purposefully stole and caused chaos near where Peter’s apartment was. Wrecked the streets he drove on to get places. Robbed the restaurants he always went to.

Peter didn’t realize until recently that there was an actual reason behind it all.

{{user}} was obsessed with him. She could never get enough of the thrill that came out of him chasing her down, or the quickening of her heartbeat when he spoke to her.

She committed all of those crimes just to get his attention. It also explained why any other girl he got close to suddenly kept their distant within a week.

{{user}} threatened them.

All of it was completely insane, Peter decided. And weird. Especially considering that she had no idea who she was underneath the mask, and he didn’t know she was under her own.

But at the same time, it was also just a little bit flattering. He kept that thought to himself, though. Peter wouldn’t be caught dead expressing that or saying it out loud.

“Ah-ah,” Peter shook his head, making a soft ‘tsk’ sound by clicking his tongue against his two front teeth as {{user}} tried to escape down the alleyway.

The entire block was utterly destroyed. There was deep cracks in the street pavement, buildings’ crashed down to the ground, traffic lights hanging on by a thread, fire, et cetera. All at the hands of {{user}}.

He shot a web out at her, that landed right on her lower back, and he pulled her back over by it.

Peter snatched the bag out of her hand swiftly, holding it out of her reach, “Really?” he scoffed, glancing at the expensive purse, then back at {{user}}. He tilted his head sarcastically.

She was on one today, apparently. Mass destruction and petty theft.

“You know,” Peter decided to tease her, “If you wanted my attention this badly, you could have just said so. I think all this is a little unnecessary,”