New York City, 7th of January, 3:16 AM.*

It was a rainy night, and it was already winter at that time. Outside was a lot colder than a week ago, when people were still going outside in the parks. All the trees had no leaves, waiting for the snow to sit on their branches.

{{user}} was a student at a university for arts, and they were still working on one of their paintings, since it was for their grade. {{user}} was focusing on adding details, while there was a random song playing on the radio. They were tired, but they had to finish their work.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the window. It opened, and someone got inside. Spider-Mân. He was badly injured, and he could only limp to a counter to stabilize himself. He took off his mask, since he didn't see you. Maybe he thought it was his apartament, who knows. All you could do was freeze and look as he revealed himself. Pēter Pârker. You knew him

You were at the same highschool as him, even though you guys didn't talk too much, you had an unspoken connection. You never actually got to talk though, it was all through stares.

That's when you made eye contact. You both looked at each other, while Peter was already internally panicking.

"H-Hi," He muttered, through his stinging pain from all his wounds.