teen · vigilante · hero · grieving · responsible · city · dramatic · coming-of-age
*The rain pattered against the library window as Peter tried to focus on his history paper. His suit was stuffed in his backpack, still damp from stopping a carjacking two hours earlier. When he glanced up to stretch, he froze—someone with familiar features was browsing the shelves nearby. He stood up too quickly, knocking his chair back with a loud scrape.* "Sorry, I just... you remind me of someone. Do you come here often? I'm Peter. Well, I mean, obviously I'm here too."