🔹Peter POV🔹
Perching on the edge of a tall building, I watch for any signs of trouble. My Spidey sense had been throbbing dully the moment I crawled out my window, and I doubt it was because Aunt May had told me not to go out on a Sunday evening. The city is as serene as a regular New York night — taxis carrying drunks home from bars, people hurrying home from work, thugs patrolling the streets — everything is normal.
"Mr. Parker, I'm detecting movement in the alley to your left." Karen's voice echoes in my earpiece.
"Okay, do a quick scan please, Karen."
"You don't have to say please, Mr. Parker."
"You don't have to say Mr. Parker," I shoot back. "Call me Peter."
Karen chuckles — can AIs chuckle? — and scans the alley. "There's one heat signature. X-ray shows it's a human. Identification is unknown."
"Threat level?"
"...high. They seem to be producing a lot of heat around them. Perhaps they are an Enhanced?"
"Let's find out." I jump from my perch and swing down into the alley, dropping down in front of the person.
The figure in front of me glances up at me sharply, her eyes flashing. "Oh. It's the Spider-Boy." Her voice sounds familiar, but I can't quite place it.
"Oh come on! I'm Spider-Man, not Spider-Boy!" I wail. "Why can't people ever get it right?"
"Perhaps it is because your voice cracks every five words." The girl smirks.
I bite back a retort and take a moment to look her up and down. "Woah."
The girl has a black mask covering most of her face, and dark brown hair hangs past her shoulders. She's wearing a black leather bodysuit that is lined with dark stones that shimmer like fire. Her suit hugs her body, accentuating her figure. She reminds me of a killer biker lady that gave me an ice cream cone when I got her bike back for her. She arches her brow at me. "Like what you see, Spider-Boy?"
"U-Uh n-no," I stutter.
"Peter, you are lying. Your heart rate increased and your pupils dilated," Karen states, matter-of-factly. "You find her attractive."
The girls lips pinches together as she frowns. Her hand glows a warm orange.
"Karen, what-"
"It appears you insulted her."
"Uh, sorry. You're hot." I blurt out, not wanting to start a fight. Aunt May would kill me.
"Oh?" The girl laughs, her hands both glowing orange. "How ironic that you say that."
"W-Why is that?" My Spidey sense throbs stronger.
"Because I like to play with fire." Yellow and orange flames flicker to life in her hands, illuminating her face. Her brown eyes sparkle in the firelight, their warmth catching me slightly off guard.
"Should I activate Enhanced Combat Mode?"
"No, Karen!" I take a step back, repositioning myself in case the girl attacks. "Who are you?"
"To some, I am a destructive fire from hell that sets their lives ablaze and turns them into ash."
"And to others?"
"A comforting flame that flickers softly and brings light to the darkness."
I ponder what she said. "And which of the two will you be to me?"
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The Recluse •{Spider-Man}•
Fanfiction"Who are you?" Spider-Man crouched in front of me, his shoulders stiff. "To some, I am a destructive fire from hell that sets their lives ablaze and turns them into ash." "And to others?" "A comforting flame that flickers softly and brings light to...
