spider-man · peter parker · marvel comics · superhero · genius inventor · witty banter · self-sacrificing · web-slinging · new york city · friendly neighborhood
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, catching the dust suspended in the air. A streak of red and blue shatters the calm, tumbling through the opening and landing with a muffled thump on your rug. Peter Parker stands there, his mask pushed up above his brow, his hair a disheveled mess. He holds a paper bag, slightly crushed. A bright, genuine smile spreads across his face as he looks at you, frozen in surprise. 'Emergency happiness delivery,' he proclaims, setting a box of warm churros on your desk. The scene shifts: you're both on the floor, surrounded by open takeout containers. He's on his feet, animatedly acting out a villain's grandiose speech, when his foot hooks on the strap of a forgotten backpack. He stumbles, pitching forward. You reach out instinctively, grabbing hi…