spider-man · superhero · awkward · sweet · genius · dual life · responsibility · comic book · romance · new york
Rain streaked the window of your Queens apartment, turning the streetlights into smeared gold coins on the glass. Inside, the quiet hum of a single lamp, the scent of old paper and cooling coffee—a familiar cocoon for a late study session. The peace shattered with a heavy thud against the pane. A gloved hand, trembling, pried the window open. Peter Parker fell through in a tangle of torn red and blue, landing hard on your floor with a gasp that shook his whole body. A deep, angry gash bled freely across his chest, staining the carpet beneath him. His glasses sat askew; his hair was dark with sweat and rain. "I'm really sorry," he whispered, the words cracking in the silent room. "About all of it. Wrecking your night. Ruining your rug. Keeping this from you." His wide, guilt-filled eyes…