There was something about Spider-Man that was beautiful. For a girl who was so terrified of spiders that she shrieked at the mere sight of them, seeing Spider-Man leap from building to building with his web was oddly... breathtaking. No, never would she have imagined that anything possibly or closely related to a spider could be so marvelous, until she'd actually come into contact with the masked hero.

It was a late, foggy night and the girl was home alone after having made a stop at the nearby supermarket for... necessary feminine hygiene products. In retrospect, she should have known better than to go out so late and on such a night, but, well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And that was how she found herself trapped by a hooded figure with a knife pointed at her.

"Give me your money, bitch, and no one has to get hurt!" The man rasped out at her, anxious and angry. "Now!"

The girl nodded and reached into her bag for her leftover change, only to realize she'd spent all but a few cents in the mart. Panicked, she stuttered, "I-I've only got a couple coins."

The hooded man made an irritable sound and moved closer to her, waving the knife in a threatening manner. "Don't fuck with me! What's in the bag? Give it to me!"

"I-it's just-" But before she could finish her sentence, another voice interrupted her.

"Really? It's like the middle of the night and you're going after a teenage girl with a small supermarket bag for cash? Where's your common sense?" The girl and her attacker both turned in the direction of the new voice, seeing the lean figure in the flashy spandex. She remembered seeing clips of the vigilante in the news and on the internet, but she'd never really paid much attention to him. She never was the sort of person to follow hypes and trends; she had better things to do. But suddenly, that didn't matter, because he was bounding forward and knocking her attacker to the ground.

Although she had the opportunity to run, her legs refused to move against her better judgement. Instead, she found herself snatching up the knife that had clattered from the mugger's hand during the vigilante's assault. She watched as her attacker was subdued and restrained to the wall with what looked like web shots. Although she couldn't see his face, there was something about his body language that made him seem so terribly... crestfallen. He wasn't cracking anymore jokes, but instead was muttering to himself about a missing star tattoo. With a heavy sigh, he turned around and faced her, slowly and cautiously approaching.

"Hey, it's okay, you can put the knife down." It was only when he said it that she realized she was wielding the mugger's knife to protect herself. She nodded slowly and dropped both the knife and her shopping bag, shaking in distress from the situation. He stepped a little closer to her, holding his hands out to prove that he wasn't a threat.

"W-who are you?" The girl managed to choke out as he set his hands on her shoulder, trying to soothe her.

"I'm Spider-Man," he answered, and she could almost hear the grin in his voice. "Are you okay?" She nodded in response and, in fact, could even feel herself growing calm. "He didn't hurt you?" A shake of her head this time. "Good." He actually seemed relieved that she was okay.

Spider-Man reached down to pick up her bag and extended his free hand to her. "Let me help you home." The girl looked up at him and nodded, placing her shaking hand in his and giving him her address. "We'll go the fun way." He chuckled and pulled her into his arms, shooting a web from his wrist and lifting them both into the air.

No, she never was one to follow hypes and trends, but before she knew it, she was falling for the spandex-wearing super hero. And if she happened to find herself in dangerous situations in an attempt to meet with him again, well...

He was just amazing enough to be worth it.