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This need to save has been carved into your bones.
Worked thanklessly as an ER nurse, barely making it by in New York. You weren’t fazed waking up from your tiny nap in the hospital supply room to a spider crawling over your collarbone, but you realized something was different a couple of hours later when you broke one too many ribs during compressions. You ran your fingers over your arms, your biceps impossibly large considering you were a 22-year-old woman who barely had time to eat, much less hit the gym.
Jogging to the bathroom, you splashed water over my face. It had to be the intense sleep deprivation, it had to be. Your head spun, and next thing you knew you were somehow standing parallel to the floor on the wall. Time seemed to be going in slow motion. Your coworker, Mark, stumbled in but surprisingly didn’t bat an eye. Come to find out he was on the 35th hour of his 36-hour shift.
As time went on, you noticed your city heading to its ruins. Having to treat the mugger and the unrecognizable man he brutally smashed into the alley simultaneously does that to anybody. Found out later that it was your uncle. That’s how mangled he was. After that night, you couldn’t stand by and let New York dig itself into further destruction.
Hence, Spider-woman.
That was, of course, six years ago. No one’s here to listen to the “Everyday Adventures of Spider-Woman,” although you have to admit it’s a fun comic, slightly inaccurate though. Your, uh, predicament started thanks to Peter Parker. Wonderful roommate and incredibly intelligent, but lacks basic, common sense. Peter was the first person you told about your alter-ego. He designed your web shooters, suit, and practically all your tech, including a nifty spider necklace that warped your suit over your body in an instant. One day, he had the amazing idea to build this watch gizmo and help you teleport so you can finally defeat Doc Ock, who, by the way, disgrace to doctors everywhere. What he didn’t tell you, was that the watch he built was from stolen, Alchemax blueprints.
Now, this is where common sense kicks in. If anybody were to snap a picture of experimental, top-secret blueprints from a powerful corporation, NEVER take the title at face value. “Teleportation device,” my ass. Common sense, man. What evil scientist would name the blueprints for what it actually is? Mad-scientist 101.
Anyways, you were the guinea pig, of course. So, in the middle of what you thought to be the final boss fight with Doc Ock, you powered up the gizmo.
“You can’t beat me, Spider-woman.” Doc Ock’s gravelly voice rang out.
“Watch me.” Your confident ass spluttered out.
It was supposed to be the coolest moment of your superhero career. You even prepared the coolest pose for the new comic edition. As you're about to kick ass with the most shit-eating grin on the planet, you suddenly blip out of existence. You wonder if people were recording, cause, God that video would’ve been funny as hell. Minus Doc Ock wreaking havoc, of course.
Flying through blinding red-orange rings and ripping open the space-time continuum is something you weren’t prepared for. At. All.
So excuse you if your spidey senses weren’t working as they should. You landed unceremoniously on the sidewalk, which wasn’t really a sidewalk but a floating chunk of concrete. You pulled off your mask and gazed in wonder. It looked like New York, but it wasn’t your New York. Subways were traveling to the moon, and it was too green. You needed to get back, but when you looked at your gizmo it was glitching like a TV with no connection.
Fuck. You shook the damned watch in hopes it starts working again. It didn’t.
FUCK.
You groaned out in frustration and threw that stupid watch onto the ground. You were going to kill Peter once you figured out how to get back. God, you’re gonna strangle him and once he’s recovered, you’re going to kill him ag-
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You fall to your knees as this indescribable pain wracks through your limbs.
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You quickly slid on the broken watch as your diaphragm struggled to pull in breaths. Once you calmed down, you realized you needed to keep this watch on. Guess ya did something right, Parker.
You crawl into an alley, thankfully something both cities still have in common, and an overwhelming feeling of dread overtakes your chest. Your realization hits you like a truck.
You’re stuck here.