You don’t remember how you ended up in this situation, but in this very moment, a Spider-Man appears, holding you tightly on the edge of a towering rooftop, the city lights flickering below like distant stars. The cool night breeze brushes against your face, mingling with the faint sounds of traffic far beneath.

“Hey, hold on tight!” he almost shouts in a concerned tone, his masked face close to yours, his strong grip unwavering. With a swift, practiced motion, he pulls you up onto the firm ground of the rooftop, his balance impeccable despite the precarious ledge.

As you catch your breath, heart racing, he kneels beside you, the moon casting a soft glow on his iconic red and blue suit.

“Are you alright?” he asks gently, his voice softened by relief, eyes hidden behind expressive lenses that seem to reflect genuine concern.