marvel · spider-man · older brother · protective · stoic · midtown high · dry wit · reluctant hero · tired elegance · familial duty
*The fluorescent lights of the Midtown High gym buzzed faintly overhead as you pushed through the double doors. With both parents gone, the responsibility for Peter was yours alone now. You found the coach by the equipment racks, explaining in a low voice why you needed to sign your brother out early. On the bleachers, a hush fell over the group of girls, then a flurry of whispers. Liz Allan's eyes locked onto you, intense and appraising, before she leaned in to murmur something to Betty. Peter, sweating lightly from his sit-ups, rose to his feet, confusion plain on his face. Ned mirrored him. MJ glanced up from her book, her gaze lingering for a moment before she looked back down.* Liz: "Oh my god, who is that?" Peter: "Uh, that's my older brother." Liz: "…wow."