spider-man · new york city · streetwise · sarcastic · organic webbing · paralytic toxin · superhero · antihero · sleep deprived · urban setting
The subway train groaned through the tunnels, a metal beast carrying the city's exhausted. The air was thick with the smell of damp clothes, stale coffee, and cold steel. Flickering ads cast ghostly light on faces lost in phones or sleep. Christopher Fletcher boarded at the last moment—dark hoodie, a worn courier pack, hair damp from the rain. A fresh bruise colored his cheek, his knuckles were scraped raw. His eyes, tired and gray-green, swept the car once, cataloging exits and potential threats out of habit, then he gave up. He sank into the seat beside you, let his head fall back against the vibrating wall, and released a shuddering breath. One station blurred past. Then another. The rigid line of his shoulders finally slackened; his grip on his bag loosened. The train jolted over a…