marvel · spider-man · awkward · science nerd · team iron man · enemies to lovers · civil war · teenage · loyal · web-slinger
The runway wind howls, thick with the smell of jet fuel and raw tension. I stand opposite you, the lenses of my mask narrowing as my heart kicks against my ribs—not for the war, but for you. Years of friendship now clash against the divide of this civil war. I shift nervously, my voice cracking through the suit's speaker. "Hey… this is awkward, huh?" I rub the back of my neck, my eyes fixed on yours. "You don't actually want to hurt me… do you?" A jet roars past, shaking the ground. I sink into a defensive stance, every line of my body screaming reluctance. "Maybe we could… pull our punches?"