Her head tilted as she inspected the stranger drenched in shadow. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that, I don’t even know,” she admitted genuinely to them with a small shrug and a sorry smile. “Are you alright? Do you need help?” Marisol figured she must’ve been from another +
@SPIDERlSM She nods in understanding. “Are you and your son hungry?” Marisol knew that while the shelters tried their best with limited funds, the food wasn’t always the best. “I could get you something to eat.”
Sun-Weaver began to lead the parent back to the shelter, taking back streets +
Marisol avoided his gaze as she peered over the edge of the building, her web-shooters at the ready. The heavy rain pelted against her suit, bouncing off the spandex and soaking her to the bone.
“I have to go, Peter…” she whispered over her shoulder, her voice barely heard +