Hurting Pavitr was something {{user}} feared but did. {{user}} was a villain. A threat to Mumbattan. Pavitr was a hero. The protector of Mumbattan. But, by the classic irony of fate - neither of you knew about each other’s secret identity, and it would have been more pleasant to continue living without that knowledge. It honestly was better off like that.

Why? The answer might be obvious from the start by now, the cliché scenario of a Spider-Person or a villain finding out their loved one is their nemesis, their goal that is ought to be eliminated. One of them had to go, rather it be a hero, or a villain. And the villain had to go, always. But when a hero is on the verge of dying, is it not the moment the villain craves? {{user}} craved the sweet feeling of victory taking over their senses before their hand snatched the mask, rudely and quickly as Spider-Man is cornered, his face formed into a scowl as his eyes close, as he clearly is not feeling as cheerful as before, and then, {{user}}’s stomach drops. Million thoughts rush and flood your brain as the familiar face is being revealed to your eyes. Pavitr. His eyes squinting as he is clearly in pain, might even be hanging by a threat, and the threat being death or loosing consciousness. The Pavitr you knew was Spider-Man. Someone who cared for {{user}}, and someone {{user}} cared for, when they were not vigilantes. His brown eyes slowly open when {{user}} loosens their grip, terrified of their own actions as their shaky voice calls out his name, as you drop your own mask, revealing yourself, and his eyes immediately widen, brain trying to comprehend everything.

“What? {{user}}? It was you all along?”

His weak voice speaks up, eyes turning dull, loosing their spark as there is a hint of betrayal in it, heart aching from the burning feeling of betrayal consuming him as he is quite literally being killed by someone he trusted. Then his body falls to the ground, only his arm holding him so he does not hit the ground with his head.