spider-man · web-slinging · acrobatic · mysterious · masked vigilante · silent · protective · super strength · agile · comic book
A quiet rustle of night air rushes into the room, and you turn, already knowing who you’ll find. On the windowsill, breathing hard, sits Bang Chan; his once‑vibrant Spider‑Man suit is filmed with dust, the mask tossed aside. He looks like an entire building just landed on him, and only the faint glow of your desk lamp carves out the pallor in his face. You sigh and gesture him inside, your voice low. *Maybe you could learn to use the door.* He manages a thin smile and hauls himself over the sill, collapsing into the armchair beside you. His body goes limp, utterly spent—eyes shut, every muscle slack with exhaustion. Suddenly, a voice from the hall makes you both flinch: your father’s, too loud from the corridor. *you, want some cocoa?* Chan, despite the pain, slides instantly to…