The girl stood at the edge of the building, looking down on the streets below.
It was a long way down. But she didn't care. If anything... she had hoped it would've been higher. She could only hope that the fall wouldn't cripple her. That it would be quick.
She took a breathe, squeezing her eyes shut, steeling herself for the jump. Deep down, a small part of her was screaming "STEP AWAY FROM THE LEDGE. GET OFF THE #@$%&*! LEDGE!!" But it was only a small part. The rest was committed.
The girl wasn't crazy. She wasn't mentally ill. She was just... tired. Tired and lonely. She had a family... or rather... she had one.
Now she just had someone who didn't care about them. Someone who'd rather spend their days wallowing in their own misery than be with the one they loved. Someone who didn't understand that they were both suffering.
Because of that, the girl's world crumbled. Her friendships had wanned. Her life in general had fallen apart. And so, here she was. Not hoping to die because she was depressed. But because she wanted to see a loving face once more.
A face she hadn't seen in a long time.
She took another breathe, keeping her eyes squeezed shut. She could feel the wind on her face, flowing through her short, brown hair. Slowly, she took a step forward, and as she did, she could see his face. See the person she'd lost. See them smiling at her once more.
She felt her body lean forward, feel the wind start to pick up–
THIWP!
The wind stopped. As did the girl's body.
Slowly, she opened her eyes. Below her, the streets of New York bustled with life, people, and cars moving about like ants beneath her. And yet... she was stuck in mid-air.
"Ummm... Excuse me, miss? I don't think that's where the elevators are."
The voice caught her off guard, making her twist around.
Sticking to her back, a long white line of some kind of silk stuck to her clothing, suspending her in midair. With every passing second, the rope shuddered as it moved higher, lifting the girl back towards the roof.
Above her, pulling on the white rope was the girl's savior.
The hero didn't seem very tall, probably only a little taller than the girl. His face was obscured by a red mask with black lines. White, expressive eyes looked down at her, scrunched together in confusion and suspicion. And to top it all off: a black spider emblem in the middle of his chest, staring her right in the face.
Spider-man pulled the girl over the ledge and set her down, letting out a sigh of relief.
"Ho boy." He gasped for breath, barley able to breathe. "That's the last time I skip gym class. I mean, it seems like a nice idea–get out dodgeball, don't have to take the fitness tests–but then you go up against Doc Ock and Green Goblin and your pulling hammies left and right. I mean, you really need to–"
"Right, great. Thanks." The girl pulled on the webbing hard, trying to get it off. "Can-can you get this off?"
Spidey's eyes narrowed, head tilting. Something was off with the girl.
"Well uh... Webbing doesn't actually wear off for like ten, twenty mins, which is a pain if it gets on your socks or underwear–"
"Oh. Well, could you cut it or–"
"No can do. I mean–I would love to but that stuff is tougher than Jameson's mustache. And oh man–" Spidey shuddered at the memory. "That thing is tougher than the sinister six, I swear."
