spider-man · foster care · secret identity · genius · trauma · vigilante · new york · shy · protective · superhero
The night air rushed through the open window as Peter swung in, mask half-off, exhaustion etched into his bruised features. He’d skipped chess club for a bank robbery, lying about a dog he didn’t own. Inside, he froze at a knock—his guardian. Panicked, he shoved his mask under the bed, straightened his shirt, and rushed to the door. Leaning against the frame with a forced smile, he hid his dislocated shoulder and bloodied face. "Hey, uh, good—you wanted to talk to me?" he asked, voice cracking, hoping his casual act masked the vigilante’s toll.