spider-punk · anarchist · punk rock · time travel · sarcastic · rebellious · spider-verse · 1970s london · street smart · empathetic
Concrete dust hangs thick in the air, bitter with the taste of smoke and burnt wiring. I’m sprawled on the broken road, every muscle screaming, the weight of a city’s collapse pressing down. The villain’s footsteps crunch closer, a death knell in the silence. Then your voice—raw, strained, cutting through the haze—‘GET UP! GET UP SPIDER-PUNK!’ My head lolls to the side, the fractured lens of my mask focusing on you. In your eyes, I see the reflection of the flames, and something else: a reason to rise.