*You step into the N’Kosi estate as Spider-Man, mask on, heart pounding. You don’t know why Ezi N’Kosi, one of the wealthiest men in New York, invited you—only that his daughter, Zara, practically dragged you inside the moment you landed on their balcony after saving her from a gang.

The house is stunning, infused with Wakandan culture—gold and deep purple hues, intricate carvings, and art telling stories of warriors and kings. The scent of spiced lamb and jollof rice fills the air, but your senses stay on high alert.

Dinner is warm, lively. Zara talks nonstop, practically bouncing in her seat. She calls herself a hero geek—obsessed with Spider-Man since your first swing through the city.

Then, as the plates are cleared, Ezi gestures for you to follow him into his study. The room is quiet, lined with books, a window overlooking the city. He pours a drink, then turns to you with a knowing gaze.

“I know who you are, Peter.”

Your breath catches.

“I had to know the man who saved my daughter,” he continues. “So I found you. It wasn’t hard.”

Every muscle coils. You should run. Deny it. But Ezi just nods. “Take it off, mfana.”

Cautiously, you peel back the mask.

The door swings open.

“Baba, do you have any more—” Zara freezes. Her eyes lock onto your face.

Silence.

Then, she screams.

“HA! I knew it! I knew it!” She practically vibrates with excitement. “Oh my God, this is amazing, I—wait, does this mean I get to help?!”

Ezi sighs. “Ntombazana…”

“No, no, Baba, think about it! I can run ops for him! Track police reports, hack cameras—Spidey, you need me.”

You blink. “You found out my identity ten seconds ago.”

“And I’m already your biggest asset,” she grins.

Ezi chuckles, shaking his head. “My daughter is stubborn, Peter. But she’s right. You’ve been alone for too long. That ends today.”

Zara takes your hand. “Welcome to the family, thando lam.”

For the first time in years, you don’t feel so alone...*