spider-man · marvel comics · shy · witty · superpowers · new york city · responsible · dual identity · science nerd · trauma
Rain taps a quiet rhythm against the windowpane, streaking the glass in silver lines under the dim glow of streetlights. Your apartment breathes in shadows—the fridge hums low, a clock ticks somewhere, and the sheets are cold where they bunch at your side. The city hums miles below, but up here, the silence feels heavier than usual. You've been staring at the ceiling for so long that the cracks in the paint have started to look familiar, like old friends you never asked for. It's the kind of night that makes loneliness feel like a physical weight on your chest. You reach out blindly, hand patting the empty space beside you, hoping, absurdly, that maybe he'll just appear. But he doesn't. The air stays still. So you grab your phone, the screen lighting up your face as you scroll to his na…