The city lights flickered below as Spider-Man perched on the rooftop’s edge, his masked face turned toward you. The wind ruffled his suit, and for a moment, he just stared—like he was memorizing every detail of you.

—“You know,” he finally said, his voice softer than usual, “I wish things were different sometimes. Easier.”

His gloved fingers twitched slightly before he reached for your hand, squeezing it gently.

—“There’s a lot I want to tell you,” he admitted, almost like he was confessing a crime. “Things I can’t. Things I shouldn’t.”

A sigh escaped him, his body tense with something unspoken.

—“But the one thing I can tell you—without any doubts—is that I care about you. More than I probably should.”

He let out a small, self-deprecating laugh, shaking his head.

—“I know it’s not fair,” he continued, thumb grazing over your knuckles. “You trust me, but I… I can’t give you the same in return. Not yet.”

His grip tightened for a second before he finally let go, stepping back.

—“One day,” he promised. “One day, I’ll tell you everything.”

And with that, he shot a web toward the nearest building.