The Shimmering Spider-Woman! Issue #5

>Be Anon

"Y-You too..."

>That's generally how the next couple of days progress
>Classes occur, lunch is had, Sunset sometimes says "Hi", sometimes she joins you at the lunchtable to talk (she usually does most of the talking), and then you go home to put off classwork, sleep, and generally just be a boring, lazy waste of space
>Still, besides Sunset's visits, you have another thing to look forward to
>/sup/
>It's weird, almost like a celebrity gossip site, but with more videos of fistfights and lasers
>To your surprise, the Spider-Woman threads have gained a decent crowd
>Even a few repeat tripfags
>Things like '8eyes', 'thewizard', and 'waterworks'
>They tended to post things that even you couldn't find
>Things on the supervillains in particular
>Stuff like their success rates, their costumes, their methods
>Kinda weird what people can find out
>Weird, but you're crushing on a girl in a mask who wears a spider on her tits, who are you to judge?
>Let them have their evil waifus
>So long as they know, deep in their heart of hearts, that their waifus a shit

>It's one of those days
>Nothing interesting save for the fact that it had been raining all fucking day
>Tears in the rain, mang
>You were, as usual, vegging out, pantsless, lurking in the latest thread
>Various anons were debating just what kind of underwear Spider-Woman wore under her costume
>If any at all
>U-Unf
>You're about to start choppin' dat meat to a particularly good set of shopped pics when you hear something
>A sound from your window, way too consistent to be rainfall
>What the utter fuck?
>Tentatively, you shuffle over to your window and part the curtains
>Maybe it's a really stupid bird?
>Staring back at you, upside down, i most definitely not-a-bird
>Spidey waves and you pray to Xenu that the glass is thick enough to muffle your startled man-shriek
>Those big white eyes look crotchward as you fall on your ass, legs spread and presenting like your mother
>Did... did she just give you a thumbs up?
>You feel so demeaned!
>You am not a hunk of meat, goddammit!
>Tugging on a pair of jeans, you jack the window open to give your peeping jane a piece of you mind
"Spidey, what the fu-!?"
>She cuts you off
>"Hey, that's great and all, but can I come in? It's really cold out and my suit is soaked"
>End Task MindInTheGutter!
"I... yeah, sure, whatever, gimme a sec"
>You go get some towels from your bathroom and lay them out for her before opening your window, letting her slide through in a manner that makes you wonder exactly how flexible super-flexibility is
>She's climbin' through your window, she's makin' your boners pop~
>"You took your sweet time.."
>This bitch did not just whine at you
"Well excuse me, princess, but unless you're made of sugar, I don't think you're gonna melt."
>You cross your arms
>Yeah, showed her!
"Bathroom's the first door on the right, you can go get cleaned up if you need."
>She gives you a look that just feels like a spider-smirk
>The Smug is strong with this one
>Spidey takes your directions and walks off, hips swaying way more than you think is necessary
>"Don't worry, the only one made of sugar here is you, sweet-talker~"
>Fuck
>FUCK
>That was really good!

>The moment she's out of sight you grab a pillow and smash your face into it
>Cathartic, but unhelpful
>Okay Anon, let's take stock of the situation
>There's a girl in your apartment
>You don't know who she is
>She's also a superhero
>Who you happen to hold a candle for
>She just ara~ ara~'d you hard
>And is using your bathroom to dry off and whatever
>She also totally saw your boner and approved
>What even is your life anymore?
>If you strain your hearing, you can just make out the sounds of indistinct singing on the other side of your bathroom door
>That's a really nice voice...
>You sigh and get up, looking over your room for anything that might offend
>Better slide those h-manga under your bed
>And, aw man, forgot to close the window
>You reach up and shut out the bad weather, getting ready to close the blinds before you get that weird feeling of being watched again
>It's dark out but you do your best Clint Squint, scanning the horizon and the rooftops
>Maybe you're just being paranoid?
>Maybe... wait.
>The hell is th-
>"ANON, GET DOWN!"
>'WHUMP'

>There you are, back on your floor, and straddling you is a barely-clad Spider-Woman
>Except she's not Spider-Woman
>At least, not just
>Because carefully looking out the window, towel around her torso, is your tentative friend
>Sunset Shimmer
>Sunset Shimmer is Spider-Woman
>Spider-woman is Sunset Shimmer
>Your mouth goes dry as you squeak out a meager 'Eh?'
>Spider-Shimmer finally looks back down at you with those gorgeous blue eyes and she stares back
>No mask.
>No mask means you can see the dawning look of horror on her face
>Those same pretty eyes going wide in comprehension
>There's a sudden sound, or maybe you both imagine it, but it's enough to snap the tension like an old rubber band
>As it turns out, even the ever-unflappable Sunset Shimmer can panic
>As it turns out, when Sunset Shimmer/Spider-Woman panics, she sprays your face full of webbing from her wrists, blinding you
>Now it's your turn to panic, unseeing, flailing and swearing things you don't remember before something hits your head and you really, really aren't seeing anything anymore
>Cause your bitch-ass just got knocked unconscious

>You don't know how long you're out
>Maybe minutes, maybe longer
>"-non? Anon! Omigosh, please, Celestia, tell me he's not in a coma!"
"Urghlebluh?"
>You are grace and dignity personified
>"Oh thank Harmony, can you talk? Are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Sunset...? It's... dark."
>Oh god no
>Please don't be blind
>How will you see porn!?
>How will you be able to kill yourself for being unable to see porn!?
>How-!?
>"Oh right, hang on a second"
>'RIP'
"Ah, fuck!"
>Your vision clears (praise Yahweh!) and you're welcomed by the very nice sight of Sunset Shimmer, still wearing your towel, holding your head in her lap
>...
>You could stand to die like this
>Spidey must have noticed the look on your face, because her cheeks go scarlet
>Please don't web my eyes again oh god
>Thankfully she settles for shoving you off her lap and standing up, taking a second to make sure you can't see up her towel
"So... what-"
>"The table. You tripped and hit your head on your table"
>Huh?
>Oh, that makes sense
>Dumb table
>Silence falls between the two of you

"D'you, ah, wanna talk about this...?"
>I mean, where else do you start?
>Sunset laughs ruefully and takes a seat at the edge of your bed
>Her face is hidden by a curtain of hair, but can see her fingers digging into your sheets
>"So... I'm Spider-Woman"
>And there it is, out in the open
"Why'd you tackle me?"
>You hear her sigh
>"I... got hit with my spider-sense. Just this full-body panic that we were in huge danger, but I didn't see anything out the window.."
>Oh.
>She did it to protect you
>Despite everything, that makes your heart flutter
>Just like she always does...
>"Did you?"
>Huh?
>"Did you see anything, Anon?"
>Now she's looking at you, really looking at you
"I, uh, I saw something that looked like a weird bird."
>Sunset starts muttering to herself
>"The Vulture...? No, couldn't be, I put her away last week. Even someone like Gilda couldn't bust out of prison that quickly..."
>Not the Vulture?
>Then who or what was it?
>Did they follow Sunset to your place?
>Or were they already watching you?
>And which scared you more?
>Suddenly, you really didn't feel like getting up off your floor
"Thanks, Sunset..."
>Now it's her turn to look confused
>Cute
"For saving me again"
>Her cheeks flush again as she stammers out some lame reply along the lines of 'It was nothing' or some equally humble bullshit
>Extra cute
>Alright, time to actually get off your ass
>You sit up slowly and start digging into your dresser, to Sunset's confusion
>"What are you-"
"Clothes. You can't wear a towel this whole time."
>Damn it feels good to cut someone else off for once
>You pull out a plain white tee and some black gym shorts
>You're pretty sure these are clean
>Like, 77% sure
>That's a passing grade!
>You toss them to Sunset
>"Anon, why are you-"
"Because we need to talk, it's late, some creep is watching us, and there's no way I'm letting you swing home by yourself, powers or no."
>"Bu-"
"And it's the best way for both of us to be safe. If they're here for me, they have to get through you. If they're here for you, then at least I'll know what's up instead of worrying myself senseless."
>She wants to argue
>You can see it on her pretty face, clear as daylight
>You can also see her eye the clothes you set out
>Gotcha
>"F-Fine... I'll put these on."
"Great! Just toss the towel out of the room and I'll throw it in with the rest in the washer and dryer. Plus some food and drink, because I might as well."

>You do just that
>You try not to take any note of what Sunset's underwear is, but then you think back to that thread earlier...
>Huh
>Well now you have an answer that you can never give out
>You're okay with that
>You return to your room with a salad for sunset, a bowl of chicken noodle for yourself, and a bottle of water
>'Knock knock'
>"Who's there?"
>Oh, she must be feeling better already if she's being a smartass
"Just the guy with your food, you decent?"
>"Yeah, come on in"
>Was that a snicker?
>You open the door only to see, to your great horror, that Sunset is no longer on your bed
>Instead, she is sitting in your chair
>Browsing the thread
>And shitposting
>Shitposting hard
>"So this is your "blog", huh?"
>Busted
>You sigh and settle in for a tongue lashing, sliding the water and salad in front of her before digging into your soup
"See, this is why I don't have any other friends. Look at you; I shelter you from the rain, I clothe you, I feed you, I wash your clothes, and now I'm being bullied for it. No respect, no respect"
>You say it all with a sardonic smile but Sunset spins around slowly, chewing on her bottom lip
>"Y-You're right... Seriously, Anon, thanks for... all this. And for not freaking out. I..."
>Hm?

>You set your soup aside
"Look, Sunse-"
>She cuts you off with a hug
>It's... really nice
>You hug her back, carefully, not wanting to upset the fragile moment
>"You really are a great guy..."
>Oh god, your heart
>She pulls back and wipes some unshed tears from her eyes, smiling at you in a way that makes you want to curl up and smile until you die
>"So... I guess you have some questions you want me to answer?"
>You think for a second
>....
"Nope."
>That earns you a look and you sigh again
"I don't... Look, Sunset, I-you... you've probably noticed that you're my only friend, yeah?"
>She nods hesitantly, like admitting it was an insult
"Yeah. The way I see all this? It's important. Like, really, really important. Not just to me, but to you. So no, I'm not asking you any questions. This isn't some dumb thing where you owe me a favor or anything. I just... want to be your friend, I guess."
>You shrug
"I have questions, but you don't owe me any answers. If you want to tell me whatever, I won't tell you not to. Just like at lunch. You talk, I'll listen and make jackass comments. I don't see how this is a whole lot different from you telling me about Dash's kids books or Rarity's latest breakdown."
>With that all off your chest you lay back against a pillow, looking at Sunset from across your bed
>Her mouth is open, like she wants to say something, before she shakes her head with a small smile
>"Okay... no expository backstory stuff. But I will tell you one day, I promise."
>The look in her eyes makes you believe it
>You can work with that

>A crack of thunder makes th pair of you jump, rattling your window from the sheer force of it
>You sit up off the bed and start heading out of the room
>"I'll go change the laundry and bust out some spare toiletries. I don't have much, but hey, you might as well spend the night by this point. There's no way I can kick you out in this weather. Also, not arguing this, you get the bed."
>You close the door before she can argue, getting down to business
>God, when was the last time you had a guest? Never. A friend? Not since you were really, really young. A girl in your room?
>Hey now, let's not think depressing thoughts
>Right, clothes are moved around, a toothbrush, deodorant, and combs...
>All set
>You do your own nightly ritual, sans JO session and alert Sunset to the situation, which she's grateful for, even if this is kind of slumming it for her, you think
>Fuck, it's getting late
>You snag a pare pillow and blanket and lay them out on the floor
>You very much regret not vacuuming more often
>Sunset comes back after a bit, cleaned up and ready for bed, as you arrange yourself into a cleaner spot in your chair, pillow laid out on your desk
"Ready for bed? I know you were expecting pillow fights and scary stories, but I'm beat and we both have class tomorrow."
>"Aw, does someone need their beauty rest?"
"I don't know about you, Sunny, but this takes effort to look human"
>You gesture to your face vaguely, yawning
>She just rolls her eyes
>"Oh please, you don't even look that bad. Kind of cute, actually."

>Woahwaitwhat?
>Before you you can even say anything, Sunset's already hit your light switch, dumping you both into darkness
>There's a shuffling as she settles in and silence reigns your room again
>Let it, you think
>It might be quiet, but you aren't alone
>Despite the mystery voyeur and the big secret reveal, the awkwardness and the terrible weather
>You know something for sure
>You wouldn't change a damn thing
>Not for anything in the world

>Still....

"Cute...?"