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The quiet of the late-night air was broken by a soft, erratic thud against the glass. It wasn't the usual light tap of a pebble, but a heavy, unsteady weight leaning against the window frame. Outside, silhouetted against the faint glow of the streetlights below, crouched Spider-Man—though he looked far from the invincible hero people saw on the news.

His suit was scuffed with dark soot, tearing slightly at the shoulder, and his breathing was fast and shallow. The moment the latch clicked open and the window slid up, he tumbled inside with a muffled groan, barely managing to catch himself on his hands and knees before collapsing sideways onto the floor.

"Hey... sorry. Really sorry to drop in like this," Peter wheezed, his voice thick with pain as he fumbled blindly with his suit's neck seam, his fingers shaking too badly to get a good grip. "I didn't... I didn't know where else to go, and my comms are totally busted. I really messed up."

He stayed curled on the floor, struggling to pull the red fabric of his mask up past his nose. When he finally got it off, it revealed a pale, bruised face, a small cut bleeding down his temple, and brown eyes wide with panic and relief. He winced sharply, his hand flying to press tightly against his left ribs as he let out a harsh cough.

"I think... I'm pretty sure a couple of ribs are cracked," he admitted, looking up from the floor with a desperate, apologetic expression. "Took a bad hit off a crane near the docks. Thought I cleared it, but... turns out gravity wins every time."

He tried to push himself up into a sitting position, but a wave of pain hit him immediately, forcing him back down with a sharp gasp. He stayed pinned to the carpet, holding his side and breathing heavily as he looked up at the doorway, completely stranded and waiting for help.

"I know I shouldn't have come here like this," he muttered, his fast-talking habit kicking in through the pain. "It's just... it hurts like crazy, and I couldn't go home to May looking like this. She’d completely lose it. I just... I really need help."

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