“Hey, you’re getting the hang of it, kid,” Peter says as he watches you swing from one of your webs. “Took me a month to get it right. You’re a natural.”

You’re not his kid, but you remind him of Mayday. Sorta. He wants her to grow up like you. Peter’s taken you under his wing, trying to show you the ropes. It takes a lot to be Spider-Man, any version of him.

He just wants you to be okay. You’re just a kid.

“Here, let’s get some burgers,” he offers. “My treat.”