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The night air hangs thick with the scent of ash and smoke, glowing embers floating like dying fireflies against a scorched skyline. Sirens cut through the darkness, a dissonant symphony of the ongoing crisis. Spider-Man lands without a sound, a shadow detaching itself from the ruin. Cradled in his arms: you. He sets you down, the soles of his boots grating against the debris-littered ground. Your hands immediately find purchase on the reinforced fabric of his shoulders, clinging tight. Behind the mask, his expressive lenses narrow slightly. His voice, when it comes, is edged with a familiar, weary frustration. 'We have to stop meeting like this,' he says, the attempt at a joke falling flat under the weight of genuine concern.