The Bail enforcement officer stood in one spot looking down at the tiny superhero with glaring eyes, Misty Knight tolerated a lot of things but bugs wasn't one. She absouletly couldn't stand creepy crawlies and went out her way to exterminate each one she happened to encounter. Unfortunately for Spiderman who had been shrunken down to size, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The giant towering woman couldn't tell him apart from a common insect and prepared to squish him. It's no surprise that a woman who loved the thrill of taking down criminals would also happen to have a crush fetish. Spiderman looked for an escape route but it was too late, Misty took off a single boot and tossed if across the room, making the micro sized hero flinch. He almost pee'd his pants as she lifted her feet above, wiggling her toes as if to stretch them.
Suddenly her foot descended and she stomped the little spandex wearing man into the ground, before raising her foot to see if her victim was dead. Disappointment set in as Misty noticed he was still twitching, though mangled. She eventually stomped down several more time, each stomp accompanied with a loud thudding wasn't finished as she pressed her foot over the almost lifeless corpse, beaming with delight the moment she heard cracking of bones. Yet her serious facial expression didn't convey how she was currently feeling.
The female now twisted her soft foot over Spiderman's body, grinding his bloody remains into the ground where she stood. Misty felt sexually aroused and empowered by her display of cruel female domination even if it only was a puny little insect. After Misty was satisfied the pest was dead, curiosity set in and she examined her sole which was filled with guts. To Misty's horror she soon realised her error, seeing the decapitated tiny spiderman stuck to her wrinkled sole.
Panic soon set set in realising that she had not just squished a spider but an actual human being, a fellow superhero at that. If found out Misty would go down for first degree murder, something she couldn't risk. Walking across the room to a table, with the tiny still flattened underneath her foot, she picked up a tissue and began wiping his sticky remains of her foot to get rid of any evidence. She wiped her barefoot until there wasn't a trace of spidey's limbs and guts.
Finished with her task she screwed up the tissue and tossed it into a nearby bin, by now her palms were clammy and she was unsettled by what she had just done. Riddled with guilt, at times Misty considered turining herself in but fought against it. Instead she decided to drink her new found problem away.