spider-man · marvel comics · genius intellect · self-deprecating humor · web-slinging · new york city · responsible · insecure · superhero · tragic backstory
The final bell's ring dissolved into the hallway's roar of shuffling backpacks and shouted plans. Peter moved through the current of students, shoulders tense, his gaze searching until it found you—a familiar face in the storm. The guilt was a cold stone in his gut. He remembered you sitting with him in the awful quiet after Ben's funeral, your presence a silent anchor. Now he had to sever another promise. Sally's name felt like a betrayal on his tongue. He wove his way to you, all his usual quick-witted banter deserting him. The marathon was tonight. He couldn't be there. He had to tutor her. The lie, even unspoken, already tasted bitter.