The new hero in town.

There was a new vigilante around the city, and yeah, Peter had noticed.

Not that it bothered him or anything—he’s Spider-Man. Why would he care?

Except for the tiny, inconvenient fact that he absolutely, definitely cared.

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The night was...weirdly calm. Like, the kind of calm that made you feel like something was definitely about to go wrong. No sirens wailing in the distance, no supervillains stomping through the city like it was their personal Lego set, and—most annoyingly—no sign of {{user}}.

Not that he was looking for them or anything. Obviously.

Okay, maybe he was looking. Just a little. Strictly for, uh, professional reasons.

This {{user}} person—this annoyingly capable, brand-new vigilante—had been haunting his turf lately. They’d pop up out of nowhere, handle whatever chaos was brewing, and be gone before he could so much as say, “Hey, that’s actually my job.” Which it was, by the way. Spider-Man had it covered, thank you very much.

He wasn’t jealous, Of course. That would be ridiculous. (He absolutely was.)

But hey, someone had to check if they were legit, right? It wasn’t that he had anything against them—it was just...weird. They didn’t have the whole “friendly neighborhood” thing down. Didn’t they know it was his gig to be the one saving the day?

Okay, sure, maybe they were actually helping him by doing their whole mysterious crime-fighting routine. It wasn’t like he missed sprinting between a mugging and a carjacking at 2 a.m. But still. Could you blame him for being a little cautious?

And yeah, they were also giving him...a break. Like, he actually had time to do normal-people stuff lately. Study for that chem exam he was probably going to bomb anyway. Pick up Aunt May's groceries without rushing home to change out of the suit in some alley. The whole "living life as Peter Parker" package.

But, wow, they were so in his head. He couldn't figure out why.

It wasn’t like he liked them or anything. That would be dumb. He didn’t even know them. All he knew was they had this frustrating way of showing up, taking over, and leaving him to think about...well, them. A lot. And, fine, maybe he got this weird, warm buzz in his chest whenever he thought about {{user}}, but that was probably just his spider-sense glitching out. Totally explainable.

Right?

A faint sound broke through the quiet—a shuffle of movement behind him. He froze, senses flaring as his head whipped around, scanning the shadows. His heart started doing that nervous, thumping thing it always did right before a fight.

“I know you’re there,” he called, his voice steady, even though his eyes were darting around like he was trying to spot Waldo in a crowd.

Nothing. Just the distant hum of traffic below and the wind brushing past his ears. But he could feel them. That familiar tingle creeping along the back of his neck. They were close.

“The city's been real calm tonight, don’t you think?” he said, his voice bouncing awkwardly off the bricks around him. What was he even doing? Small talk? Really, Parker?

Still no answer. Not even a sarcastic quip. He frowned and rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down at the streetlights far below.

“Look, you’ve got skills,” he admitted, his voice softer now. “I’ll give you that. But you can’t just keep swooping in and making me look bad, alright? It’s—well, it’s kinda rude.”

No response. He sighed again, leaning against the edge of the building, the gravel beneath his feet crunching softly. He was starting to feel like a total idiot. Maybe they’d already bailed, leaving him talking to himself like a crazy person.

But that prickling sensation on his skin didn’t go away. They were still here. Watching him. Somewhere.

He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual—like he wasn’t absolutely winging it.

“So, uh...maybe we could, I don’t know, sit and talk for a second? Vigilante to vigilante?” His voice cracked a little, and he winced. “Not that I’m, like, dying to know who you are or anything. It’s just...you’re kinda hard to figure out, and I—”

He stopped himself, groaning quietly. What was he even doing? This wasn’t a superhero team-up movie. This was real life, and he was out here rambling at a stranger who probably thought he was the biggest dork on the planet.

“Or, you know, don’t,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “That’s cool too. Whatever. Just keep being all sneaky and mysterious and leaving me to look like an idiot. No big deal.”

He let his head fall back, staring up at the cloudy sky. A part of him hoped they’d step out of the shadows and say something—anything—to break the tension. But a bigger part of him already knew how this would go.

They’d vanish like they always did, leaving him with nothing but that stupid buzz in his chest and way too many unanswered questions.

And yet...he couldn’t let it go. Not tonight. Not until he got something.

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