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lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all
They’re on the last leg of their national tour, wrapping up in Pittsburgh with an extended run. Their show, The Burnt City, started as a small black box production and has since exploded into one of the most talked about productions of the year on Broadway. Of course, Trinity’s appendix tries to kill her before opening night.
get over your hill and see (what you find there) [WIP]
Yolanda Garcia is finishing the final year of her surgical residency at Hudson Heights University Hospital. Trinity Santos is just learning how to survive her intern year at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. What was supposed to be a simple, professional correspondence becomes something that is definitely... not that. Or: Dr. Santos emails. Dr. Garcia answers. It spirals from there.
i will learn (to love the skies I'm under) [WIP]
Pre-med is hard. Living with two other pre-meds is harder. Falling into a rivalry with your terrifyingly competent TA who might actually be your soulmate? Catastrophic. OR: A found family of hot mess undergrads attempt to make friends, become functioning adults, and maybe, possibly, win at life.
no strings attached [series | in chronological order]
spider-woman santos au. garcia/santos. ongoing series.
steel city’s spider
“You’re telling me,” Dennis says. “That my roommate is some kind of—” He gestures wildly at the mask and then at Trinity. “—Spider-Person?!” Or: Trinity Santos is trying to figure out what it means to be a vigilante superhero while also trying to survive her intern year.
mixed reviews (still doing it anyways)
Trinity spreads her arms slightly. “So,” she says casually. “Quick question.” The yellow lenses glow faintly under the streetlight. “Do you guys like the suit?” OR: It’s time to debut the suit.
clumsily (not) casual
Trinity always leaves. Garcia always notices. a spider-santos au ficlet.
this is not how i meant to crash (into you)
Trinity jogs to the closest ambulance where two paramedics are already jumping out of the rig with their gear bags to treat the injured that have slowly made their way here from the crash site. “Uh, hi… Spiderman,” one of them says, awkward and clearly confused. “Spider-Woman but still workshopping the name,” she tells him. She scoots past him, hopping into the back of the ambulance to grab a handful of hemostatic bandages from the rig. She also reaches for the backboard. “Borrowing these!” she says, sprinting back towards the worst of it, even as she hears, 'Did Spider-Woman just steal supplies? And our backboard?' OR: A pileup on the Crosstown requires the skills of both Dr. Trinity Santos and Spider-Woman.
i know your tells (i want to know you)
She knows the kind of injury sits where Trinity is guarding, where her hand drifts, just briefly, to her thigh. She knows where she’s seen it recently— who she treated. She catches Santos’ gaze and lifts her chin. “Hey,” Garcia says, already moving. “Walk with me.” follow-up to this is not how i meant to crash (into you)
no strings attached (until there are)
She really does feel fine now. Maybe not at full capacity but enough to pull the suit on after she scarfs down her food. She won’t do a full patrol— just a couple hours out and about to see what’s going on. Just a trial run. What’s the worst that could happen?
i trust you (don't drop me)
Trinity tries again. “Y’know…” Her ring and middle fingers fold over her palm, forearm supine. “Thwip thwip?” It takes a second, but Garcia realizes what she’s suggesting and immediately and firmly says, “Not a fucking chance.” OR: Garcia does not want to be swung across the city. Unfortunately, she trusts Trinity.
this was avoidable (hindsight's 20/20)
Overhead, the hospital PA clicks. “Code Silver, Surgical Floor. Code Silver, Surgical Floor.” The room seems to tighten around the sound. Ahmad’s posture goes rigid, attention splitting between radio traffic and camera feeds. His half-eaten candy bar is forgotten on the desk. Trinity is on her feet before the second announcement finishes. OR: Spider-Woman saves the day and Javadi throws things to make a point.
collateral damage (or: acts of god)
“They don’t exactly schedule this stuff,” Trinity says. “It’s not like somebody sends a calendar invite saying, hey, giant robot attack Thursday at four.” Garcia’s mouth twitches. Carmen sighs. “I know that.” “Then what are they supposed to do? Just… not help?” OR: Trinity meets Garcia’s sister. There’s branzino.
spider sightings (unverified reports)
a collection of ficlets, drabbles, and other shenanigans within the spidey-santos universe.
