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Leave it to Blaire Stark to fall in love with Spider-Man twice in one lifetime.
"Spider-Man landed soundlessly on the narrow ledge of a three-story stone archway directly above the police line. He was crouched low, one webbed hand resting against the cold, soot-stained granite, his chest rising and falling in deep, quiet cycles. His suit was frayed at the ribs, powdered with white mortar dust, looking small and impossibly fragile against the looming steel spires behind him.
He wasn't answering the crowd's cheers. He was just looking down at the wreckage, maybe making sure no one else was hurt.
Then, his white lenses shifted down. Past the barricades. Past the tourists. Straight to the girl in the oversized leather jacket standing by the lamppost.
The noise of Lexington Avenue ( the idling cranes, the shouting press, the honking yellow cabs ) seemed to drop an octave, muffled into background static.
Blaire didn't move. She didn't wave, nor did her expression break into a smile. She just stood there in the cold afternoon sun, her dark hair catching the light, holding his gaze across thirty yards of open air. The phantom ache behind her sternum flared, not with pain, but with a deep, heavy resonance, like a silver bell struck beneath dark water.
For five agonizing seconds, neither of them breathed."
Spider-Man: BND, Peter Parker
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