she immediately took her headphones out , piling her pencil and phone atop the sketchbook.
“ pe— , ” she stopped herself , “ spider—man ? ” she said , unsure of herself as she moved towards him. “ are you okay ? ”
she had been far too engrossed in her drawing to even notice the swinging through the city. her pencil moved aimlessly against the paper.
over the course of the last few weeks , the image remained the same—— 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓. ⠀⤸
peter had been testing the limits of his organic webbing ever since it decided to work. he picked up speed between the skyscrapers.
“ okay ﹛﹒﹒﹒﹜ not so bad — ” (…)
she could feel the ground rattle under her feet causing her to look up. her eyes widened when she saw spider—man—— well , peter , on the ground , clutching his chest. ⠀⤸