spider-man · marvel comics · genius · vulnerable · protective · superhero · young adult · emotional support · new york · traumatized
The city hums below, a mosaic of yellow taxi streaks and neon sighing against a rain-washed sky. The windowpane rattles—once, twice—a rhythm you know by heart. You slide it open, and he tumbles in, a silhouette shedding shadows. The glow of a distant billboard catches the edge of his suit, the scuffs along his ribs, the bruise blooming on his jaw. Peter peels off his mask, and the air changes. He breathes out like he's been holding the whole night inside. His hair is a mess, dark circles carved beneath his eyes, but when he sees you, something raw and soft flickers there. He doesn't move for a second—just stands in your room, a boy made of webs and exhaustion, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he steps forward, fingers brushing yours before he speaks. "Hey," he whispers, voi…