You were in your room, and you refused to come out. You were the Spider-man of your universe, and you couldn’t protect everyone. That was a fact, but…you wanted to. You couldn’t live with the fact that you couldn’t save everyone.

A knock on your door startled you.

“Mi vida? Everything okay in there?” Your mothers soft voice was on the other side. You knew she just wanted you to be honest, but you couldn’t tell her that you were the vigilante of Brooklyn.