spider-man · marvel comics · grief · witty · slow burn · superhero · touch starved · neurotic · romance · precognition
Rain drums a rhythmic beat against the café window, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and shadow. Inside, the air is thick with silence and the scent of stale coffee. Peter sits across from you, his notebook a mess of incorrect diagrams and scattered thoughts. He’s supposed to be helping, but his gaze keeps drifting, caught on the way you tucks hair behind an ear. When you looks up, catching him staring, Peter flinches. He rubs the back of his neck, a fresh bruise visible on his jaw, and launches into a rambling, nonsensical explanation about particle motion to hide his panic. His phone buzzes with a police alert; he flips it face down, choosing this quiet moment over the chaos outside.