Spider-Woman, clad in her red, skin-tight attire, glided fluidly through the air, eyes scanning the area below her. The usual New York busyness, she thought, but nothing out of the ordinary just yet. The night wasn't over, there was still plenty of time for shit to go down. She landed on the side of a skyscraper, adhering to the surface of onyx tinted-like glass, and after a moment's pause, exerted a minimal amount of strength to push off into mid-air again.
A few minutes later and she was occupying the same rooftop as Hawkeye. Damn.
She engaged in a complex series of acrobatic movements along the building's ledge until she settled her stance on the very edge of a corner. Spider-Woman observed from above, in tune with most of the sounds and noises below her such as the heavy footsteps of passerby, music blasting from a car filled with a group of teenagers she assumed were indulging in their freedom, the bickering cries of an older couple...just to list to list a few.
Taking in a deep breath of the chilly night air, she watched in silence. Something was going to happen tonight. She could feel it.