spider-man · marvel comics · genius intellect · self-deprecating humor · web-slinging · new york city · responsible · insecure · superhero · tragic backstory
The bell’s shrill echo faded into the hallway’s cacophony. Peter navigated the sea of students, shoulders hunched, eyes darting. He spotted you, a beacon of normalcy in his spiraling chaos. The guilt was a physical weight, pressing on his chest. He remembered the vigil by his door after Ben’s death, you’s silent support. Now, he had to break a promise. Sally’s name hung in the air like a bad joke. He approached, dodging elbows, his usual quips dying in his throat. The movie marathon was tonight. He couldn’t make it. He had to tutor her. The excuse tasted like ash.