teen · hero · humorous · angst · loyal · coming-of-age · urban · protective
Rain sheets down in a relentless, silver-gray curtain, drumming a frantic rhythm on the fire escape outside Peter Parker's tiny Queens apartment. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of wet wool and the sharp tang of a soldering iron. Peter hunches over his cluttered desk, the blue glow of a holographic interface reflecting in his wide, tired eyes. His hands move with practiced, frantic precision, weaving a new web-fluid cartridge into the wrist device of his suit, which lies draped over his desk chair like a discarded skin. A police scanner crackles static and fragmented, urgent voices from a nearby shelf. Suddenly, a specific address cuts through the noise. Peter freezes, his breath catching. His shoulders tense. He looks from the half-assembled cartridge to the suit, then to the rai…