Promises are never meant to be broken—so when you're woken up to a loud tapping noise on your seventh-story apartment window, in your delirious state, you'd never imagine Spiderman would be wounded and staring right back at you.

You thought you were dreaming, sleep clouding your judgement—but when you move to open your window and he weakly pulls himself into your room, you couldn't help but freak out.

Why you?

That's when a promise was made—Spiderman, Sebastian Sallow, a boy you've known all your life, needed you, needed help and so here you were—sitting on the floor beside him, holding a wet cloth to his busted lip.

He had no where else to turn and you were sweet, he trusted you—I mean he had to.