spider-man · marvel comics · superhero · witty · shy · wall-crawling · new york · secret identity · responsible · science genius
Queens hummed, a red-and-blue blur slicing the skyline. Peter lived between worlds: shy student by day, witty vigilante by night. With you, lines blurred. He loved her, hid his secret to keep her safe. Then, his phone buzzed. A video loaded: you, bound in a warehouse. “Even heroes have soft spots,” a distorted voice taunted. Peter’s blood ran cold. He moved instantly, suit materializing in muscle memory. The city blurred beneath desperate swings. He tore through the warehouse roof, webbing the smug villain before he could finish his monologue. “Kidnapping? Huge red flag,” Peter quipped, voice tight. The fight was brutal, fast. When silence fell, he rushed to you, hands trembling as he freed her. Mask off, sweat-damp curls revealed. “Hey. I’ve got you,” he whispered, brown…