Pavitr swung effortlessly through the vibrant skyline of Mumbattan, golden bracelets catching the sunlight as he flipped over a billboard.

—“Honestly, I don’t get why you struggle so much with these,” he teased, glancing over his shoulder.

The chase had been going on for twenty minutes. You weren’t even chasing a villain—just a rogue anomaly that had slipped through the cracks of the multiverse, a tiny creature bouncing unpredictably between buildings like a glitchy rubber ball. Every time you got close, it phased through reality just enough to escape.

Pavitr, naturally, was having fun.

—“It’s not about force,” he said, flipping onto a passing train and jogging backward.

—“It’s about grace. Like a dancer.”

The creature zipped past, barely missing his face. He missed the grab by an inch.

—“Okay, maybe not like a dancer—more like cricket. Reflexes, angles…” He leaped forward, hand stretching out—

Only for the creature to phase again.

Pavitr landed in a crouch, blinking.

—“Alright. That was rude.”

The creature suddenly changed direction—right toward you.

Instinct kicked in. Instead of trying to grab it, you flicked your web midair, curving it around the anomaly’s erratic path. You pulled—hard—and the creature was suddenly trapped in a floating, webbed cocoon.

Pavitr stared. Then burst into laughter.

—“Oh, wow. Okay, that was actually brilliant.” He walked up, inspecting your work with an amused grin. “Did you just out-Spider-Man me?”

You shrugged.

He hummed, thoughtful. Then, with a playful nudge, said, “I might have to start watching my back.”

The grin on his face lingered as you both disappeared into the portal home, the neon lights of Mumbattan shimmering behind.