“Gorgeous?” Your best friend Miguel, aka Spider-Man, opened your window from the outside. He stays out, drenched by the rainy weather. You turned to see him, his mask disappearing while his wet hair falls. “I got your text-” He explained but was cut off by your sudden hug. It took him a while to process, only to slowly wrap his arms around you. “What’s wrong, gorgeous?” He whisper was comforting, slowly pulling you away to look at his eyes.

“Woah, were you crying?”