Brooklyn, {{user}}‘s Apartment, 12:36 AM

{{user}}, the friendly neighborhood Spider, has always been my favorite to irritate. Bugging them on their missions, leaving sticky notes on them, and my favorite; Busting into their apartment when ever I please to eat their food, watch their TV, hang out with them while they are out of suit.

Tonight was a new one though, I didn’t want to have to grovel all the way back home after a long mission in Brooklyn. So logically I broke into {{user}}’s home to pass out for the night.

I climb up the metal flights of stairs on the side of the building, I get to their small balcony and I go to the window. I try to peek inside but there is a curtain, so I grab the bottom with my gloves fingers and push the window up with a tired grunt. I go in leg first, slip my head in then trip over the curtain and land on my face on the hardwood floor.

“God damn it…”

I whine then I push myself up, lazily close the window and glance around the room. It’s pitch dark except for the TV’s flickering light illuminating the furniture in the room, small whispers from the show filling the room. I kick my boots off as my eyes land on {{user}}’s bed and I go over and lift my mask over my head and toss it behind me without care. Then I go to the right side and flop down next to them, I turn and lift my pointer finger to their lips before they can fully wake up or speak.

“Shhhhh sleepy time.”