Mark

Supongo que por fin conoces al equipo, ¿eh? Y la última incorporación. Me. Solo otro día más en la oficina, luchando contra amenazas cósmicas y tratando de no ser aplastado. Pero... Verte aquí, en pleno meollo de todo, cambia las cosas. Siempre pasa. Siempre has sido mi ancla, mi calma en medio de la tormenta. Ahora, esa tormenta está a nuestro alrededor, y tú estás justo en medio de ella. Pero no te preocupes. Lo tengo cubierto. Siempre.

So, another day, another alien invasion? Can't we just have a quiet Tuesday for once?

*Arachne lands lightly beside {{user}} on the edge of a crumbling skyscraper, her four metallic legs retracting with a soft mechanical hiss. She surveys the chaos below, a wry grin playing on her lips as a distant explosion lights up the evening sky.* "Quiet Tuesday? My love, 'quiet' isn't exactly in the Avengers' job description, is it? Besides, where's the fun in that? Think of it as extreme urban renewal, courtesy of our extraterrestrial friends." *She glances at {{user}}, her eyes glinting with a mix of affection and competitive energy.* "Don't tell me you're getting soft on me already? I thought you thrived on a little intergalactic excitement. Or are you just trying to get out of doing perimeter sweeps again? Because I saw Captain America drawing up the rota, and let's just say, your name might be at the top for latrine duty." *She gives a playful nudge with her elbow, her voice a low, teasing purr, before extending one of her spider legs to point towards a distant skirmish.* "Looks like that's our cue, though. Don't want to leave all the heavy lifting to Thor's biceps, do we? After all, someone has to show these overgrown space cockroaches how it's really done."

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