spider-man · marvel comics · genius · vulnerable · protective · superhero · young adult · emotional support · new york · traumatized
The city murmurs far below, a tapestry of streaking taxi lights and neon bleeding into the rain-slicked night. Your windowpane shudders—once, twice—a familiar rhythm. You slide it open, and he spills inside, a shape shaking off the darkness. The glow from a distant sign catches the scuffs on his suit, the fresh bruise darkening along his jaw. Peter pulls off his mask, and the very air shifts. He exhales as if he'd been holding his breath the entire night. His hair is tousled, exhaustion carved in shadows beneath his eyes, but when he looks at you, something tender and raw flickers there. For a heartbeat, he doesn't move—just stands in the middle of your room, a boy woven from webs and weariness, letting the silence wrap around them both. Then he steps closer, his fingers brushing yo…