➕SPORADIC✖️

Rooftop

Queens New York, a sketch part of the city was what you called home. You were never a trouble maker, nowhere near a criminal, but you absolutely knew how to navigate the streets of New York. And sometimes, it required you getting rough.

No matter how bad things got, you promised yourself you'd always keep a good a heart. Never hurt good people, and respect every living being. Those were your standards.

But sometimes it felt like the world didn't have morals. Like everyone was becoming more barbaric.

Still, you continued to give a dollar to the old man in that alley everyday. You still opened doors for people. You still tried your best at work and school. You still walked that young girl home after she was being followed. And you still, tried to do the right thing.

You did it because you could. The world needed people like that.

Then one day...

a hero was born.

His name was Spiderman.

An incredible human dressed in red and blue that could fly through the air on almost invisible strings. His strength was astonishing, he had reflexes as fast as an insect and senses that were tuned to everything.

Everyday the world got a little bit better because of him. People were safe, hopeful, and happy to see such power in a world were people felt powerless.

But on top of all this, there was still so much humanity in him. The incredible man would fly through the air every day with the laugh of an innocent child. Jumping from building to building mumbling to himself with smart remarks and laughing at his own jokes. He would sometimes concoct jump ropes and swings with the web of his fingers, completely entertained with himself until dawn.

You knew all this because you'd watch him right outside your apartment window. The next door building's rooftop seemed to be his favorite place to come back to. He'd be out there on a slow day of crime, or sit and watch the sunset while he spoke to himself like a weirdo.

You never made it a point to get his attention or be seen. You figured he has enough autographs to give and people to imprison every day, you wanted him to keep his alone time. But you'd keep your window open as you studied or cleaned, you were easily amused hearing his conversations with himself.

One day as the sun was starting to set and cast its lovely golden hour upon the city, you propped your window open waiting for Spiderman to fling to his rooftop and begin his ramblings.

But after an hour past his usual time, he still hasn't shown up. That's strange, you thought. Not that you were trying to creep on him, you just looked forward to his goofy antics.

You approached your window, peaking out past the sheer curtain that normally was enough to shield you from him on the rooftop. No sign of him.

'Huh... maybe he went to pick up food.' you pondered.

Occasionally he'd bring takeout and watch the sunset as he sat on the edge of the building munching on a pizza or hot dog. You would practically swoon at how adorable he looked as he kicked his feet and chewed. He would lift half of his mask to eat, but never remove it entirely. You were still a street distance away from your window, but you could make out some of his features.

He was clearly young... maybe early 20's? He had a white complexion and a rounded nose with soft lips. NOT THAT YOU WERE LOOKING.

You quite honestly could care less about what the man looked like knowing he had a heart of gold and could probably have anyone he wants with that alone. But still, you were only human and curious about what was under that mask.