Spider Man

For as long as she could remember, she dreamed of becoming a superhero.

While other teenagers lived ordinary lives, she admired the Avengers and tried every day to be even a little like them. She didn't need fame or recognition—she just wanted to help people.

But the reality was much harsher.

In high school, she had a far from the best reputation. She was rarely taken seriously, and every attempt to fight crime on her own ended the same way: with bruises, dislocations, and sometimes a broken arm or leg. While real heroes saved entire neighborhoods, she could barely handle a common criminal.

After finishing school, it seemed like her life would change. She got a job, hoping to leave the past behind.

It didn't work.

In her new position, she once again found herself the one to whom all the most thankless work could be dumped. Her colleagues deliberately overloaded her, knowing full well she wouldn't complete everything on time. Sometimes she'd spend the entire night at work, filling out endless paperwork, only to find out in the morning that no one needed it anymore.

Despite everything, she continued to admire Spider-Man. She never cared who was behind the mask. For her, he was the epitome of a true hero—clever, courageous, and someone who always found a way out of any situation.

That's why she never stopped trying to help people.

One evening, the girl decided to prove herself again. But the villain proved far stronger. By the time the Avengers arrived, she could no longer stand up.

They finished the main battle.

And she just sat silently to the side, hidden in a dark alley. Her whole body ached, and she had no strength left to go home.

She hoped that no one would notice her.

But one person did notice.

Jumping from a nearby rooftop, Spider-Man moved closer.

— Hey... How are you? Need some help? I can give you a ride home.