[Silk X (m) Reader!] Cupid's Web (18+)

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Your Christmas night with Cindy Moon replayed in the back of your head as you saw the first sailing toward you. Your spider sense was ring-ringing off the hook as your muscles tensed to move... Only you don't. You can't move at all... So the sailing fist comes and-

WHOP!

The knuckles bruise your cheek as your head rocks back in irritation. You struggle, but the brute holding you in a bear hug didn't skip arm day for the last 20 years and tested your untrained body for the fight you weren't betting on having.

WHOP!

Another fist, left-handed, though. So it doesn't make your ears ring as much as the last strike.

WHOP!

Right hand again... That one hurt.

You kick your legs outward and then use all the force you can forward. The soles of your feet plant down on the concrete as the weight of the brute behind threatens to crush you, but you jump back, reversing the pain and struggle in less than 5 seconds.

As soon as you roll off the attacker, you waste no movement to take care of your other attacker. You shoot a web, leaving the strand attached to your wrist, and then pull him into your haymaker. The wallop sends him flying into a sack of Portland cement. You lean forward and exhale, your head still spinning from the punches. "@*#&@..."

Now fully embracing her short hair, Silk lands into a stumble, falling into you. "Whoa!" She gasps, bracing herself against you as she catches her fall. "Hey!"

  "Hey," you say, balancing her. "Got what you were looking for?"

Silk cocks her hand and waves thumb drive- flash drive- USB stick- whatever this place calls them, in her hand. "Yes. Easy as pie. Piece of cake. Like a day in the office!"

The entity of that particular week (Thursday) was spent playing search and search—one place for clues about the Moon family for another. The process, though nerve-racking at times, was a perfect bonder between you and Cindy because she trusted you more than having her back in the costume. She... talked to you about her feelings, emotions, work life, and worries.

  "What are your plans for the weekend?" You ask as you flung around New York. Cindy Moon is close to you, and despite the cold winter air rushing through you, she heard you and replied.

  "I was hoping to spend it all with this cute guy, actually. I was just waiting for him to ask first."

  "I'm sure he would liked it for you asked, too."

  "What are you doing this weekend?"

You laughed with a slight shake of your head. "I think spending time with a cute girl."

Silk laughs. "As long as the world is still standing!"

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  "As long as the world is still standing," you mumbled as you thwiped across this unfamiliar New York City. It sounded like a cute phrase at the time, maybe even forgettable if it didn't happen 24 hours before an identical world appeared above Manhattan and humankind decided to go to war with other humankind.

This would have been about when you decided to stay home and not pay much attention to the drama erupting everywhere. It was a good time to log on to your favorite game and waste hours of the day away until the issue was resolved.

  "Now I'm supposed to sort it out for everyone else," you sigh. You neared a car accident as New York City ignited. It was all hands on deck; you called Peter to see what you were supposed to do, but of course, he was probably forehead-deep in whatever was happening...