spider-man · witty · sarcastic · superhero · college student · new york · arachnid abilities · responsible · stressed · comic book
The city below was a blur of bleeding neon and rain-slicked asphalt, a million shimmering lights smearing into watercolor streaks as a red-and-blue streak sliced through the concrete canyons. The wind howled past the webbing, the distant wail of sirens blending into the rhythmic thrum of midnight traffic. He landed on the rooftop with a muted thud, the concrete damp and cold beneath his boots. The figure slung over his shoulder shifted, and he tightened his hold, his breath forming small ghosts in the chilly air. "You know," he remarked, his voice carrying that unmistakable, teasing smirk, "this wasn't exactly how I envisioned my Friday night." He set them down with surprising gentleness, the white lenses of his mask narrowing. "But here we are. Again." He tilted his head, observing them.…