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(M/N), a desperate mother, stood at the entrance of St. Mary's, clutching a small bundle in her arms.
The soft cries of her infant daughter echoed through the silent corridor as she hesitated, torn between love and necessity.
“I can't provide for you, my sweet girl. This place will take care of you better than I ever could.” (M/N) whispered tearfully to her daughter.
With a heavy heart, (M/N) gently placed her daughter in the arms of a nun who greeted her at the entrance.
“Are you sure about this, my child?” The Nun asked the weary woman.
(M/N) nodded, tears streaming down her face, unable to find the words to express the pain within her.
“Be strong, my love. You deserve a better life than I can give you.” (M/N) whispered to the girl before retreating into the shadows, a silent witness to the sacrifice made in the name of love.
The infant, now in the care of the orphanage, was named (Y/N) by the compassionate staff.
Days turned into weeks, and (Y/N) became the youngest resident of St. Mary's Orphanage.
The orphanage became her home, and the staff, her surrogate family. Yet, an empty void filled her heart and head as she grew.
She soon left, pursuing another life she wished to call her own. To have a life that didn’t revolve around someone else's but revolved around herself.
Sitting in her apartment, (Y/N) reluctantly shuffled off her bed as her feet hit the cold floor.
She shivered from the lack of warmth and entered her bathroom. Who knew New York rent would be so expensive?
“I don’t wanna go to work…” (Y/N) groaned. It was hard enough to balance out high school and her work life.
It was pure luck that Oscorp was funding her school paymentship in exchange for her science work.
(Y/N) sighed and brushed out her hair, adjusting her glasses as she scrutinized herself in the mirror.
When did her eyebags get that big? She smiled and shrugged it off before changing into a white tee shirt and a pair of jeans.
(Y/N) rushed out the door as well as grabbing her backpack quickly and hurriedly burst through the hallways. Turning rapidly and twisting crazily.
This was gonna be a longgg day.
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(Y/N) was working late at Oscorp, immersed in her groundbreaking research on arachnids. Her goal was ambitious: to harness their unique abilities for medical advancements.
(Y/N)'s life was a blend of work and solitude, her passion for science filling the void of her orphaned childhood.
One evening, as (Y/N) was examining an experimented spider, an unexpected accident occurred. The spider, exhibiting unusual luminescent markings, escaped its enclosure and bit (Y/N) on her hand.
Startled and in pain, (Y/N) tried to compose herself and slapped the spider dead with a leftover newspaper about Spider Man.
“Ow! Motherfucker…” She sighed, “I should wear gloves doing things like this, should I?”
(Y/N) studied the spider bite carefully. “It looks like it’s bleeding, I’ll have to go get a bandaid.”
The girl searched for bandaids and slapped one on her hand before continuing her work.
Grasping a pen and poking at the squished spider. “Subject is dead… Not very important features I should note… But this venom is unlike anything I've ever studied!”
Racing against time, she documented her symptoms, her scientist mind curious despite the fear and uncertainty. “Subject experiencing heightened senses, rapid heartbeat, and... unusual strength?”
(Y/N) later found out she was Spider-Man. Or, rather, Spider-Woman she supposed. And, she found out in the worst way possible.
She awoke the next day feeling nauseous so she called in a sick day, making sure she kept a trash can next to her in case she threw up.
(Y/N) frantically clung onto her door frame before peeling away. Literally. She felt her hand burn as she saw that it was stuck to the frame.
She frantically pulled away, a cold sweat setting in as she tugged away again and again before falling back from the impact.
(Y/N) jumped and she suddenly found herself stuck to the ceiling of her apartment complex. She resisted screaming and tried to get down, climbing the walls sparingly before settling on the ground.
‘The hell was that?!’ (Y/N) thought as she got a glass from a cupboard. It fell because it was supposedly leaning against the cupboard door.
(Y/N) jumped and caught the glass, setting it down on the counter in shock. Okay, what was happening? Was she going crazy?
Hm… (Y/N) knew she wasn’t so sick that she was hallucinating but she knew all of these things were weird and freaky.
Really weird and freaky.
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Swinging through the city, Araneae marveled at all of the city lights. They looked just like jewels and she was in love with the busy street sounds.
Adorned in her shade of red and black, she adjusted the hood of her suit and scrutinized her favorite place. The Statue of Liberty.
She smiled as she saw the familiar green of the monument. She pulled herself up with her webs and landed on the crown of the statue.
Araneae always like the monument's meaning. A universal symbol of freedom that was well-known to everyone in the world.
At least, she thought so.
Unmasking her face and running her hand through her hair, she basked in the warmth of the dipping sun. It was always so nice whenever it wasn’t bad weather and thankfully, these past few days have been very good (Minus the no sleep part)!
Suddenly, Araneae’s spider sense started ringing loudly in her ear. It told her something, someone was behind her and coming quickly.
Startled, Araneae whipped her body around and slid her mask back onto her face. She crouched down low into a battle stance as she was met with an unfamiliar face.
He wore a red and blue skin tight suit with claws attached to the side of his forearms, “Araneae, (Y/N).”