Moving to New York was supposed to be simple. A tiny studio apartment. A Biochem degree. A part-time job at a local café. Keep your head down, survive university, maybe make a few friends along the way. Then you meet your neighbour. Peter Parker is awkward, funny, chronically late, and somehow always covered in fresh bruises. One minute he’s making you laugh over coffee, the next he’s disappearing without explanation, cancelling study sessions, ignoring your texts, and showing up looking like he’s lost a fight. The more time you spend with him, the less his excuses make sense. As your friendship grows, so do your suspicions—especially when Spider-Man seems to have a habit of appearing everywhere you are. Some people are impossible to forget. Even if the whole world already has.
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