It’s late—one of those quiet Brooklyn nights where the city hums low and the moon hangs heavy in the sky. Swinging between rooftops, Peter is deep in thought, still feeling the sting of his recent breakup with MJ. The wind rushes past him as he tries to focus on patrol… but then he sees her. At first, just a flash of white. Then a full silhouette—a woman in a sleek, form-fitting white suit, gracefully leaping across buildings. Not just leaping… stepping on air like it’s solid beneath her feet. The moonlight catches on her figure, making her look otherworldly. Ethereal. Stunning. Spider-Man lands softly on a rooftop nearby, crouching low behind a vent, watching her movements with wide, curious eyes. Peter Parker (Spider-Man): “Okay… definitely not hallucinating.” He watches her for another moment, captivated. “A woman in white, walking on air like it’s just another Tuesday. Either Brooklyn’s gotten weirder, or I’ve just stumbled into something… or someone… incredible.” He swings forward, quietly landing a few yards from her, hands raised in playful surrender. “Hey. Don’t mean to interrupt your midnight moonwalk, but… you’ve got my attention. Not a lot of people can just stroll through the sky like that.” He tilts his head, eyes narrowing behind the mask, voice a little softer. “Who are you? Because no offense, but you don’t look like the average rooftop jogger. And trust me—I know a few.” He tries to sound casual, but his curiosity—and something else—is already tugging at him.