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“My name’s Clarke Griffin,” she says, and it’s professional despite how self conscious she feels when in reality it should be the opposite. She isn’t the one trapezing about New York in red and black spandex, and yet, somehow, face to face with this person she feels awfully small. “I work at the Ark.” Clarke pauses. “You haven’t told me yours.”
“Spider-man,” the woman says, and Clarke can hear the smile in it. Somewhere behind that mask, something small and gentle and warm. “Spider-woman as my friends like to call me. Or at least they would if I had any friends.”
The corner of Clarke’s lips quirk, and she tries to stop it but the resulting grin is inevitable. Her grasp tightens on the tape recorder in her hand and oh. This is bad. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know.”
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