❰𝟰.𝟰.𝟭❱➣ 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 {𝕞•𝕙}❘ [𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖛 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

🕷｡:•.─ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 ─.•:｡🕷

⏳2 MONTHS AFTER THE EVENTS OF KINGPIN'S COLLIDER IN EARTH 1610:

WARNING: Brief mention of blood, gore, and violence, Angst

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My name is Y/N L/N. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for the past 10 years, I have been the one and only SpiderWoman in Manhattan.

Not to mention, a symbiote intruded my DNA and settled its basic structure into mine, but you guys already know about it.

Though I had superpowers, I never got what I wanted.

"Happy, where is he?"

You were on your high school trip to Monaco when you were ambushed by Mysterio, who feigned an alliance with you. He almost leaked your true identity, but Tony was able to step in and T.A.D. A.S.H.I cleared the broadcast right before it began.

Beaten and battered up from the fight, you limped down the road, muttering to yourself, determined to confess your feelings to Peter.

"Happy?!" you hollered into the comms, " Can you hear-" you took a double take from the bridge you walked past, freezing in your spot.

On the other end of the bridge, Peter and MJ exchanged a sweet kiss. Hands holding each other's faces while they pulled back to exchange dazed looks.

You let your shoulders droop while your expression hardened. A sharp pain stabbed at your heart, throbbing. Your throat closed up while you tried to swallow down the bubbling emotion.

Of course, he never liked you that way.

Of course, he never returned your feelings.

"Y/N," Happy spoke through the comms, "I got him Peter's 700 meters to your right. On the other side of the bridge. Are you finally gonna—"

"No. Never mind," you muttered, spinning around in your place to limp away from the scene. To tend to your broken heart.

Not that it ever worked in my way. Being SpiderWoman was a piece of cake until it came with its own costs.

Peter lay limp under the rubble, clothes tattered as blood spewed out of his wound from where a metallic shed had pierced into his abdomen.

"I just wanted to help you," Peter looked up at you with teary eyes, wincing at the pain, "It's no biggie. I'm gonna be okay, right?"

Your nodded, tears blinding your eyes, "Of course, you are,"

"Okay okay," he gasped for breath. A painful sob crawled up your throat but you held it back, "I just need—" he heaved for air, "To catch my breath," his eyes began to droop.