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The sun was beginning to dip below the skyline, casting a warm, orange glow over the city. YN's watch beeped on her wrist, marking that it was now exactly 6:58. She winced, ducking under the outstretched arm of a masked villain, her muscles tensing as she fired off a web to steady herself.
"Come on," she muttered under her breath, sweeping her leg out to trip her opponent. She was supposed to pick up Tate by 7:00 for their long-awaited dinner date, and they'd been planning this for weeks.
Not only that, but she'd promised Tate she'd be on time tonight. And Tate, ever the concerned girlfriend, would undoubtedly give her a once-over for any new scratches, bruises, or marks. If she got a single scrape tonight, Tate would spot it instantly.
"Sorry, can we speed this up?" YN shouted, dodging a blow and landing a punch that sent the villain stumbling back. "I have somewhere to be, and you're ruining my evening plans."
The villain grunted, lunging for her, and the camera phones and reporters nearby zoomed in on the action, broadcasting the live brawl in crisp HD. News stations had started gathering at the scene, capturing every web shot, every swing, and every kick.
Finally, after a few tense moments and a series of expertly timed moves, YN subdued her opponent, wrapping them up neatly in webbing and securing them to a nearby lamppost.
She caught her breath, knowing she looked worse for wear, probably bruised and dirty, but victorious. Her watch blinked at her, taunting her with the time: 7:03.
Without missing a beat, a reporter rushed over, microphone in hand. "Spider-Girl, incredible work! Can you tell us what happened here?"
YN barely glanced at the reporter as she stepped back, scanning the area. "Uh, what time is it?" she asked.
The reporter glanced at her phone. "7:03 p.m."
"Perfect," YN muttered. "Well, I've got a pretty girl waiting for me." She winked, turning on her heel and shooting a web toward a nearby building, swinging up into the night sky.
When she arrived at Tate's place, she touched down on the fire escape just outside Tate's window. Tate was already standing there, arms crossed, her expression somewhere between amused and exasperated.
"Cutting it close, are we?" Tate asked, raising an eyebrow.
YN pulled her mask off, smiling sheepishly as she stepped inside. "You know, minor distractions," she said, trying to sound casual as she leaned in for a quick kiss.
Tate held up a finger, gently pushing her back. "Hold it. I need to check for injuries first," she said, and YN sighed, rolling her eyes affectionately.
Tate's hands gently traced YN's arms, inspecting every inch, searching for any sign of new scrapes or bruises. It was something she always did when YN got back from her Spider-Girl duties, a ritual that was as reassuring as it was sweet.
Finally, satisfied, Tate leaned in, her hands framing YN's face. "You're lucky I'm a patient girlfriend."
"I know," YN murmured, capturing Tate's lips in a soft kiss, finally letting herself relax into the moment.
After their long kiss, YN grinned down at Tate, her mind already running over their dinner plans.
"Alright, you ready for your ride, Tate?" she asked, giving a playful smirk as she gestured toward the window.
Tate glanced at the fire escape, then back at YN, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're going to swing us there?"
"Of course," YN said, holding out her hand. "Best view in the city, and fastest way to make up for being a few minutes late."
