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I start to climb down, gripping the cloth rope with everything I have. Don’t look up, I tell myself. *Don’t look up.* But I do. He’s there. Peering out the window, knife in hand. And then I see something peeking from under his sleeve. A spider web tattoo on his wrist. The same one the man outside had days ago. He raises the knife. No—no, no, no He starts cutting the cloth. “Please!” I scream. “Don’t—” The rope snaps. My body freefalls.

he beamed. “Spider-Man? Why Spider-Man?” I asked. Before he replied, I noticed the bodyguard received a call, and I focused my attention to listen to what he was saying, forgetting to hear Leo’s response. “Yes, sir. We are at the park right now. Everything seems normal.” He paused. “Okay, sir. I’ll update you.” I turned around to look at him, my eyes sharp with a glare. “And what gave you and whoever hired you the audacity to spy on me and my son?” I growled.

My phone vibrated again as a signal of his reply so I looked at it. 'Yes.' "OMG!" I couldn't stop myself from saying that so Sera looked at me again. "Why? What's that? Do you have a problem?" She asked one question after another so I immediately shook my head and hid my phone. "What are you watching?" She looked at her laptop. "Ah, Spiderwoman. It's amazing and the latest release so watch it too." she said and adjusted her laptop so I could watch as well.

Eden asked, looking at his wristwatch. "It's almost 4pm already, we'll get there before six o'clock," Spider assured. "The hills on the road are steep so I'll suggest you use a very sound car and not a suspicious one because there are surveillance cameras on the road, don't forget to wear costumes and try to avoid the cameras as Much as you can," he advised "Right boss, " Spider acquiesced. "Just one thing left, Get me Sara, She's the only way we can break in," Eden said with a smirk on his face.

Shadow asked, tightening her grip on her katana. “Is that what you ask a friend whom you meet after decades? Ah…I’m so hurt” Spider feigned a brittle voice, putting her hand on her heart. “I’m assigned with the safe delivery of the arms to the Davies. And of course, I miss you.” This crazy woman never fails to amuse me with her dramatic dialogue. Shadow rolled her eyes. “I’m so disappointed in you, darling,” Spider said, standing on the roof. “You took too long to come here.” Her voice was contoured with disappointment. Though she pouted, her mask covered it up. “I even had to send you a text message.”

“Um.. The Joker?” “Hell no,” “Or we could just binge watch all the Avenger movies,” “Oh I’d love to, but we don’t have the time. How about Black Panther?” Nora smiled and they began to watch the movie. Two hours later, Nora shut the laptop and stretched. “That is such a great movie,” “It’s one of the best Marvel movies,” Zehra said and sprawled on the bed. Nora sat beside her. “I have a doubt,” Zehra said.

"We are watching The Notebook." ________

The other day, when she was dancing with the man in the auction, he told her that American mafia families are feeling threatened by Egon's expansion and are planning to clip his wings. She knew that if Spider went to America, then mafia families would get alerted, and there were only a few chances that he would come back alive. Chances were low, but she tried it, and her dart hit the board. Spider is killed by the American mafia, but she doesn't know which family has killed him. Her predictions and decisions hardly go wrong; people fear her because she is dangerous even when she doesn't have power, and she proved why they are right. Why would anyone who is in their right mind mess with her?

The television cast a soft, flickering glow across the living room. On-screen, Spider-Man 3 played—an old favourite, in HD, but comforting. Chris lounged on the couch, one arm draped over the backrest, while Rebecca curled beside him. Luke, nestled between them with a blanket pulled up to his chin, yawned loudly and stretched. “I’m tired,” he mumbled, blinking at the screen. Chris looked down at him and smiled. “Alright, sport. Time for bed.”