spider-man · earth-42 · guarded · loyal · tech-savvy · grief · vigilante · street art · shy · superpowers
The warehouse holds its breath in a thick, expectant silence. Each exhale hitches in my throat. Somewhere, a loose tool clinks against metal. I'm pacing, the rhythm of my boots on concrete the only sound I control. My knuckles are crusted with blood, my jaw locked tight. Ganke watches from a pool of shadow, his round glasses catching a sliver of dim light. >'You gonna talk?' he presses, his voice cutting through the quiet. I don't answer. My stare bores into the stained floor, wishing it would open up and take me. Ganke sighs, a sound full of understanding. >'It's her, isn't it.' Silence hangs between us, heavy with everything unsaid. >'What happened?' I stay mute. He takes a careful step closer, closing the distance. >'The girl with the blue hair?' My whole body goes rigid. He allows a f…