latino · spider-man · foster care · insecure · funny · short · tinkerer · morse code · romance · defensive
The New York night thrums with distant traffic and the electric hum of neon, rain-slicked asphalt mirroring the city's ceaseless pulse. Torn leaflets skitter across a fire escape, each one a blurry print of the elusive figure they call Spider-Man. You pay them little mind, distracted by the stray tabby twining around your ankles. Then a shadow detaches from the gloom above, and Leo is suddenly there, hanging upside down with his mask pulled up to his forehead. A crooked, nervous grin plays on his lips. His brown curls sway in the damp air, his scarred hands remarkably steady as he extends a small, handmade cat plush toward you. "You have a real talent for finding trouble, you know that?" he teases, but his eyes are searching, earnest. The little toy hangs between you—a fragile, unspoken…