The Spectacular Spider-Men: The Great Web

SIDE STORY-3: My Little Spider~

FELICIA HARDY'S POV:
August 7th, 2015

I stood by the window of my penthouse, gazing out at the glittering city lights. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the skyscrapers. My thoughts were consumed by one thing—one person, rather. Spider-Man. Or, more specifically, the Amazing Spider-Man. The one in the red and blue spandex, the one without the hoodie.

My little spider.

Ever since that night in the warehouse, when we fought side by side against Elektra, I couldn't get him out of my mind. The way he moved, so agile and graceful, like a dancer. The way he spoke, with that blend of confidence and humility. And those eyes—those eyes that held so much compassion, for someone like me. I could see it through his mask.

I leaned my forehead against the cool glass, closing my eyes as memories of the fight flooded back. The adrenaline rush, the thrill of the battle, the feeling of being so perfectly in sync with him. It was intoxicating. I had never felt so alive, so electrified. I wanted that feeling again. I needed it.

My little spider. I could almost see him now, swinging through the city with that effortless grace, his body taut and powerful. I imagined him here, in my penthouse, his suit glinting in the moonlight. I could picture the look in his eyes as he landed softly on my balcony, the way his gaze would lock onto mine, intense and unwavering.

I fantasized about him revealing his face; his lips— his expression, strong, yet gentle. His eyes, deep pools of mystery and warmth. I imagined his lips curling into that irresistible smile as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face.

And yet I didn't want to know the person behind the mask. The mask was what made him... special.

In my mind, I could feel the heat of his body as he drew nearer, his breath mingling with mine. The anticipation, the longing—it was almost too much to bear. I wanted him... to hold me, and to claim me as his own. I wanted to feel the strength of his arms around me, the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

But more than that, I wanted to be a part of his world. I wanted to fight by his side, to be his equal, his partner. I wanted to share in his victories and his struggles, to be there for him when he needed someone to lean on. I wanted to be the one he turned to, the one he trusted above all others.

My fantasies grew more vivid, more intense. I imagined us swinging through the city together, our movements perfectly synchronized. I could see us fighting side by side, our enemies falling before us. I could feel the exhilaration of victory, the rush of adrenaline, the bond that grew stronger with each battle.

I opened my eyes, my heart pounding. I knew it was dangerous, this obsession. But I couldn't help it. He was everything I had ever wanted, everything I had ever dreamed of. And I was determined to have him.

I turned away from the window, my mind racing. I needed a plan. I needed to find a way to get closer to him, to make him see that we were meant to be together. I needed to show him that I could be more than just a thief, more than just a distraction. I could be his partner, his confidante, his lover.

My little spider. I would find a way to make him mine. No matter what it took, no matter what I had to do. I would make him see that we were destined to be together. And once he did, we would be unstoppable.

With renewed determination, I began to formulate a plan. I would start by leaving him another message, something that would catch his attention, something that would draw him to me. And when he came, I would be ready. I would show him that we were meant to be together, that he belonged with me.

I smiled to myself, feeling a surge of excitement. The game was on. And I had no intention of losing.

TO BE CONTINUED...