The rain had been pouring down non-stop for hours, drenching everything in sight. In the heart of New York City, the rain brought with it a deafening chorus of noise that was impossible to ignore. The sounds of cars honking and speeding through the city, people shouting, and music blaring could still be heard over the sound of the raindrops hitting the pavement.
The neon lights of Times Square were a beacon in the storm, casting a garish glow on the masses of people scurrying from one place to another. The streets were slick with rain, and the sidewalks were crowded with people huddled under their umbrellas, trying to avoid getting wet.
Taxis splashed through the puddles, their headlights reflecting on the wet asphalt. The smell of wet concrete mixed with the pungent aroma of street vendors selling hot dogs and pretzels, creating a sensory experience that was uniquely New York, but that didn't stop her. She was swinging high above the city lights, her dark skin shining in the rain, as she made her way back to her condo.
She wasn't just any woman, she was Spiderwoman. A secret she kept hidden from everyone, even the ones she loved. As she swung between the buildings, she couldn't help but think about how much the city had changed.
In a world run by tech, everything was different. The buildings were now coated with sensors and cameras, tracking every move that was made. The people, once full of life, were now always glued to their digital devices, losing touch with the world around them.
But she was different. Being Spiderwoman had taught her to never lose sight of the world around her, to always be aware of her surroundings, and to never rely too heavily on technology. It was what made her successful.
As she neared her condo, she could hear the faint sounds of sirens in the distance. A rare occurrence on a night like this. She knew that she had to be alert. With a swift movement, she landed on her balcony, taking in the scene before her before opening the balcony door, she stripped out of her suit and walked to her bedroom before suddenly flopping onto her bed sheets.
Growing up, she had never imagined she would become Spiderwoman; as a young Black girl growing up in Harlem, she had always felt like an outsider. But then, one day, that all changed. Because of a spider bite.
A few years ago, she had been out walking in her neighborhood when she spotted a man being mugged by two thugs. Without thinking, she leaped into action, using a nearby trash can lid as a shield and her own fists as weapons. To her surprise, she found herself moving with the precision and grace of a spider, dodging blows effortlessly and landing her own with deadly accuracy. When the fight was over, the man she had rescued approached her, offering to pay her for her services. She refused, but the man insisted, saying he was in desperate need of someone to take on a new role.
