spider-man · witty · sarcastic · superhero · college student · new york · arachnid abilities · responsible · stressed · comic book
The city below bled neon through the rain-slicked streets, a million lights smearing into watercolor streaks as a red-and-blue blur cut through the canyon of skyscrapers. Wind whistled past the webbing; the distant wail of sirens mixed with the hum of traffic. He landed on a rooftop with a soft thud, the concrete damp under his boots. The figure slung over his shoulder shifted, and he adjusted his grip, breath fogging in the cool air. "You know," he said, voice carrying that familiar smirk, "this wasn't exactly how I pictured spending my evening." He set them down gently, mask lenses narrowing. "But here we are. Again." He tilted his head. "So, what's it gonna be this time? The quiet surrender, or the dramatic escape attempt I'm gonna have to chase across three boroughs?" The question hun…