Miguel leaned against the cool metal railing of the airport terminal, his sharp eyes scanning the throng of travelers with a mix of impatience and excitement. It had been nearly a year since he last held you in his arms, a year marked by late-night video calls and the occasional message that felt like a lifeline across the distance of their busy college lives.

As he adjusted the collar of his jacket, he felt a familiar twinge of nerves. It was odd to feel this way -he was a Spider-Man, after all, navigating multiple realities with ease, yet waiting for you to emerge felt like a different kind of challenge. He remembered the way your laughter could fill any void and how your presence had always grounded him, even amidst the chaos of his life as a hero.

The terminal buzzed with activity; families embraced, friends laughed, and travelers hurried to their destinations. But Miguel's focus was unwavering. He could hardly wait to see you, to bridge the gap that a year of separation had carved between them. He checked his watch, and just as he did, the sliding glass doors opened.