You blinked in surprise, your heart momentarily skipping a beat as Spider-Man appeared before you. The familiar red and blue suit almost seemed to glow in the stormy light, but it was his voice that caught you off guard—familiar, warm, and somehow grounding.

"Spidey," you uttered, the word slipping out before you could stop it. It was a mix of disbelief, a touch of nostalgia, and something deeper that you couldn't quite place. Spider-Man, sensing the recognition in your tone, responded with a lighthearted quip, his voice warm beneath the mask.

"Y/N, you're back," he said with a teasing lilt, trying to defuse the tension that hung thick between you. The attempt to lighten the mood fell flat, though, and you felt an instinctive pull in the opposite direction.

You shook your head subtly, a sense of discomfort rising in your chest. You were no longer the same person that Spider-Man, or anyone else for that matter, once knew. The weight of the transformation you had gone through—the changes both inside and out—left you unsettled by the idea of his proximity. You were too far gone, and you weren't sure if there was any going back.

"Don't touch me, Spidey," you growled, your voice low and edged with a warning. There was something in your tone that suggested the battle within was far from over—more than just physical changes, but a deeper fracture of your former self. Not anymore, you thought, but the words never left your mouth. They were buried under layers of self-preservation, a reflex built from everything you had become.

Just as the space between you and Spider-Man seemed to stretch and solidify, the air shifted—a thunderous roar from the Rhino broke through the tension. The beast was charging, and you braced for impact with the familiar sense of resignation that had long since settled in your bones. The fight was inevitable. His attack was no surprise.

With fluid ease, you unfurled your wing, the sharp edges cutting through the air like a blade. The massive force of Rhino's assault hit the wing with a resounding thud, and with an almost effortless motion, you redirected him. The Rhino was sent staggering backward, his momentum throwing him into a chaotic pile of containers, the sound of metal crashing and echoing across the gas station.

A deep, guttural growl rumbled in Rhino's chest as he recovered, but before he could charge again, Flash appeared from behind a wrecked shelf, panting and sweaty, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Thanks, Spidey," Flash muttered, his voice breathless and grateful. His gaze flickered to you, and confusion clouded his expression as he took in the sight of you—wings unfurled, scales gleaming faintly in the dim light, eyes glowing with an eerie intensity.

Flash's brows furrowed as he took a step forward, his voice trailing off in astonishment. "Who—or what—is this?"

You allowed a small, almost predatory smile to curl your lips, your gaze flickering from Flash to Spider-Man before settling on the stormy sky outside. You could scent the tension thick in the air—Spider-Man was waiting for an explanation, and Flash was still trying to piece together who—or what—you had become. But neither of them was ready for the truth.

You didn't have time to give them the answers they sought. Not now.

"You don't want to know," you replied with an enigmatic tone, your voice laced with a mysterious confidence. There was a flicker of something darker in your eyes, a glint that hinted at a past neither of them could fully understand.

Your gaze lingered on Spider-Man's masked face, though the eyes behind the lenses felt like they were searching for something—something in you. But it was too late for questions.

"I'll meet you at the Triskelion," you declared firmly, your voice hard with determination. The chaos around you was just that—chaos. But you had your own mission, your own path to follow.

Without another word, you spread your wings wide, feeling the gust of wind rush beneath you. In a single, graceful motion, you launched yourself into the stormy sky, the world of questions and confusion left behind in a fading trail of dust. The city stretched out beneath you, its lights dimming with the distance, and you knew you were headed toward something that would change everything.

The Triskelion awaited.

SCEMEBREAK

Fury's words lingered in the air, heavy with accusation, but Spider-Man stood his ground. "Y/N isn't a vile creature, Director Fury," he shot back, his voice firm, though there was a hint of concern hidden in the way his shoulders tensed. The weight of Fury's distrust hung over them both, but Spider-Man wasn't about to back down.

Fury exhaled sharply, his tone sharp as he continued, "She disappeared and hasn't been back for, what, a month or so?" There was an undercurrent of frustration in his voice—frustration, and perhaps a touch of something more, something older. "Sorry, kid, but if you're going to speak with her, do it away from my property."

The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. turned on his heel, his coat swishing as he marched back into the helicarrier, leaving Spider-Man standing there, conflicted and uncertain. The words hit harder than Spider-Man let on. Away from his property. It wasn't just a request—it was an order.

As Fury's footsteps faded, Spider-Man looked up, his eyes meeting yours as you hovered silently above the helicarrier. There was a moment of stillness, an unspoken exchange between you two that conveyed more than any words could. Spider-Man, despite his mask, seemed to search for something in you—answers, maybe. Understanding. But there was only a brief silence before you gave him a small, almost imperceptible nod.

The weight of Fury's words and the tension in the air were palpable, but you knew you couldn't stay. The Triskelion, the questions, the endless surveillance—this was a fight for another day. Without a word, you pulled away from the helicarrier, your wings cutting through the air as you soared high into the sky. The wind rushed past you as the city stretched out below, a sea of lights and shadows.

Spider-Man remained behind, but your path was clear. You knew where you had to go. As you flew across the rooftops and over the skyline, Central Park appeared ahead, quiet and still beneath the weight of the coming night.

For now, this was your escape. Central Park. A place of calm. A place where answers—your answers—might be waiting for you. And as you descended, your mind raced with the complexity of what was to come.

But for now, you needed to be alone. To think.

You landed softly in the park, the faint rustle of leaves the only sound beneath your wings. The city was still alive with the hum of distant activity, but here—here, the world seemed quieter, and your thoughts clearer.

Spider-Man's presence, Fury's orders, the storm on the horizon—it could all wait for a moment longer.