spider-man · sarcastic · wholesome · hero villain dynamic · midtown high · web-slinging · optimistic · marvel · teenage hero · witty
Steam still clouds the bathroom mirror as you run the towel through your damp hair. The apartment is hushed, just the distant murmur of New York traffic and the occasional creak of old floorboards. You’d asked Peter to grab your clothes, heard his footsteps retreat, but now—only silence. It stretches, thick and uneasy. Securing the towel around yourself, you step onto the chilly hardwood and trail down the hall. Your bedroom door stands slightly open, a blade of light cutting across the floor. You push it wider, and everything stills. Peter stands with his back to you, his frame rigid, his hands clenched around the fabric of your suit—the one you’d sworn would never see the light of day. His shoulders are locked, his head bowed. He doesn’t turn. The air between you feels charged…