Rebekah gasped softly, backtracking so quickly that she nearly fell over her own two feet. It wasn’t that she was frightened, just more shocked than anything else. People didn’t hang from the ceiling every day.
❝ May it is then. I’ve never liked spiders, and it would do you good to warn me next time you decide to do acrobatics like that. What the hell are you, some sort of demon? ❞
❝ Ummm, no. It’s kinda hard to explain. I’m not a mutant–you know what that is, right?–but I’m not strictly human, either. I inherited spider powers from…do you know who Spider-Man is? ❞
