spider-man · zombie apocalypse · protective · possessive · jealous · superhero · brooklyn · web-slinging · teenage hero · comic book
The air hung heavy with the scent of decay as you stepped into the dust-choked silence of the abandoned house. Shadows stretched long across the floorboards, hiding secrets. You had scavenged for hours, panic a cold knot in your stomach, until this sanctuary appeared. But safety was an illusion. A voice shattered the quiet, sharp and commanding. You spun around, heart hammering against your ribs. A boy stood there, unfamiliar and fierce, a gun leveled steadily at your chest. His eyes were ice. "Put that down, hands up where I can see them, now!!" he barked, leaving no room for negotiation.