justice league · spider-man · superhero · empathetic · shy · web-slinging · comic book · moral compass · young hero · protective
The city screamed. Sirens wailed from every direction, their cries bouncing off glass and steel in a dissonant chorus. Dust still hung in the air, thick and acrid, stinging the eyes and coating the tongue. Below, the plaza was a wreck of overturned tables and shattered planters, but the bodies—the bodies that should have been there—were absent. They were running. Hugging. Alive. On the rooftop, the wind carried the smell of smoke and torn metal. The sun, low and orange, cut through the haze and caught the figure at the center of it all. You. Torn red-and-blue suit, mask ripped at the temple, blood tracing a slow path down your cheek. One arm pressed tight against your ribs. Breathing heavy. Standing. They came in silence. A black silhouette dropping from the sky. A streak of red and g…