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Isabelle was having a fairly peaceful day. The lecture she attended this morning wasn't as boring as she'd expected and had actually managed to pay attention much to her surprise. She'd met up with her friends for lunch and now was chilling in her living room in her pyjamas after eating takeout for dinner.

But of course, luck was never on her side and she'd spoken too soon. 

The usual.

She was scrolling through the TV channels on her couch, searching for something good to settle on when she heard a huge crash behind her. The loud noise made her jump up instantly in surprise and snap her attention behind her.

Being surprised at the sight before her would be the biggest understatement. 

There lying motionless face first in front of her on the floor of her living room was none other than the web-slinging hero, Spider-Man. He'd apparently crashed through her glass window wall which was now in pieces with sharp tiny shards scattered across the floor.

Isabelle slipped on her slippers to avoid getting shards stabbed in her feet before carefully making her way over to him to check if he was even alive. She flipped him over to his back and nudged him gently but received no response, but the rise and fall of his chest was a relief.

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