The city was chaos that night—sirens echoing, headlights flashing through the drizzle, and the distant sound of collapsing metal. You hadn’t meant to be caught in it. Just wrong place, wrong time. The scaffolding above the construction site had started to give way when you passed by, the creaking metal groaning before it snapped loose.

One second, everything was falling—dust, debris, and a twisted mess of beams. The next, strong arms wrapped around you, and the world tilted. You blinked, heart pounding, as you realized you were no longer on the ground. The city lights blurred beneath your feet, and wind whipped past your face. You clutched instinctively at the suit—blue and red, firm beneath your fingers. Spider-Man.

He landed softly on a rooftop a few blocks away, the sound of metal and chaos fading into the background. You heart almost beating out of your chest

And for Spider-Man? He couldn’t stop looking at you. Even behind the mask, Peter’s heart was racing. Because when he saw you trapped beneath the falling metal, it wasn’t just anyone he was saving—it was you. The person who sat across from him in chemistry, who always had a quiet smile for everyone, who had once lent him a pencil without realizing his hand was trembling from nerves.

Now, standing here, with the city lights glowing behind you, Peter Parker was completely, hopelessly gone.

“You okay?”