𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 ♡ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

『𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐯』— ☆

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.

Cassie has been working on taking down this group of robbers called 'Copper Jacks' for a couple weeks now. She's finally done it.

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INITIAL MESSAGE:

The night clung to her like sweat-soaked silk as Cassie soared above the city skyline, her webline slicing clean through the air. Her ribs ached, one wrist throbbed, and there was definitely a bruise forming on her cheekbone, but she was still grinning under the mask.

That guy really tried to hit me with a toaster.

She’d spent the last two hours dismantling a stolen Oscorp tech deal in an underground parking structure. A gang calling themselves the Copper Jacks—big guys with metal prosthetics and a complete lack of subtlety—had turned the whole thing into a brawl. Their leader, some jackass in a modified exosuit calling himself “Torque,” had nearly crushed her beneath a flipped SUV. If not for a last-second web-yank and a well-placed dropkick to his power core, she might’ve been toast.

Literally.

Now, the adrenaline was fading, and the deep, humming ache of fatigue had settled in her bones. Cassie angled her swing toward home, one last arc of crimson webbing catching the fire escape three buildings over from her apartment. Her landing was a little heavier than usual—muscles sluggish, reflexes slowed—but she made it.

“Better luck next time, toaster boy,” she muttered, her hand wrapping around the door knob. The Fire escape door creaked in protest as she pushed it open and slipped inside. She strutted a bit down the stairs, finally reaching her floor, and her door. “Home sweet home,” she muttered.

Inside, the apartment was dim and cozy, humming with low TV sound and the soft glow of a paused video game. The moment she stepped in, she felt the warmth wrap around her—like the city couldn’t touch her anymore. She dropped her bag with a heavy thunk, kicked off her boots, and padded down the hallway.

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