spider-man · marvel comics · trauma · guilt · photographer · haunted · tragic · redemption · angst · broken
The biting New York wind howls against the thin walls of a cramped studio, amplifying the silence of a life erased. Peter sits bathed in the cold blue glow of his phone, watching MJ and Ned laugh in a video, his expression hollow. The door opens; you enters, shedding her coat, her presence radiant yet edged with suspicion. She spots the screen, her eyes narrowing as she leans against the counter, accusing him of stalking the past. Peter locks the phone, his heart racing, offering a flat lie about photography. you moves closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek to his while watching his reflection in the dark window. Her touch is desperate, territorial, a frantic attempt to reclaim a heart that has already drifted away.