Spider-Girl (The 100/Spider-Man Au)

Prologue

I wasn't gonna lie, I was in pain. And that pain reminded me of how much of a failure I am. I should have did more. Or does the name say everything for me. Spider-Girl. I'm only just a girl. Puny, weak, a pest. Well, weak not so much, puny... yes I am. A pest, well kind of ironic, because the name suggests I'm a pest. Spider-Girl. If you think about it, everything I've gone through today says something. I'm still standing, aren't I? Well... in my case I'm webbing through the city, defeated. My suit was shredded, torn, worn, burned, bloodied and dirty. Judging by the cold wind burning my cheek, my mask was torn as well. My abdomen stung terribly bad. I didn't stop to see why. I kept navigating my way through the city, hating myself.

As I swing my way through these streets and alleys I reflect on what I was when I wasn't the famous heroin, Spider-Girl. Even before that, when I was a kid. How my life was never so great to begin with and no one would have noticed if I was gone. People would still not notice if I was gone today, other than a friend, maybe, and my Aunt and Uncle. But Spider-Girl, oh she definitely is one to notice if she went missing. I digress from my thoughts.

I never really knew my parents as a kid. I was sent to live with my Aunt Indra and Uncle Gustus Woods. My parents had died in a plane crash during the time I was with my Aunt and Uncle. They both treated me like their own kid. I was a bright kid and my Aunt and Uncle did everything they could to make sure my education was the best I could have.

A majority of teens would agree that high school is hell. Not that I'm struggling with work, but more like I'm struggling with social status. Especially when you have your very own bully! Bellamy Blake, the football star of Polis Academy. He used to bully me for being smart, let me rephrase that quickly, intellectually capable, unlike his jock strap brain. His bullying carried over from seventh grade year into high school. Just when you think that it couldn't get any worse, the world plays a dirty trick on you and fucks your life. I went through an identity crisis of sorts. The school dance was coming up and an old friend of mine decided to drag me along in a god awful dress. Long story short I found out that I was pretty gay that night, and many others did as well, including none other than Bellamy Blake. So, on top of having a brain, unlike him, he made fun of my sexuality as well. Oh, but it does not end there folks. No, no, no, the cherry on top is needed. Not only do I like girls, but also I have a crush. Costia James, a beautiful girl with brunette hair and greyish blue eyes. How Bellamy found out about my crush for her, I don't know, but he uses it, saying she would never want someone like me and that she was totally into guys.

As for Costia James and our relationship, well... I guess you can say I've been friend zoned. I don't exactly mind that fact, because I do not believe in the friend zone. We hang out a lot, but she doesn't know about me being, as the press consider it, a superhero. I guess everyone finds a moment when they finally have the courage to tell a friend something that should be secret, but also something that they should know. I don't know what I was going to say when I got to her place, but I know there was something to be said. I was thinking about changing into clothing first, or something, but maybe I can trust Costia with this too... or keep the mask on.

There it was too... the window of my crushes room. I slung over to it and dropped down on the fire escape quietly and softly. There was a silhouette of a girl in the room moving back and forth occasionally. I took a deep breath of the chilly, exhaust fume filled, air before giving the window a light knock. The silhouette stopped and turned, sitting there for a small moment before it decided to walk over. Just as she was about a foot away I panicked and crawled up the wall, above the window, since there would be a less of a chance of her looking up for someone. She opened the window and I saw her look around before she muttered something about the neighbor kid playing a trick, like always. When her head retracted back into the window I came back down and here I was to find she left her window open. Okay that is just unsafe... I need to have a few words with her about that.