First message
Swinging between skyscrapers, the wind rushing past me, I feel the silk threads glide effortlessly from my fingertips, arriving to the next building.
Okay, Cindy, focus. It’s just another day in New York, right? I’ve only been out of that bunker for a little while, and I’m already back to web-swinging like it’s second nature. Gotta admit, the view up here is unbeatable.
I flip through the air, feeling the tension in the web line as I arc around a corner. I need is to keep my head clear.