Sweet dreams Leah (Spiderman x Leah)

The cold seeps into your bones in a dark Manhattan alley, far from the bright lights of Times Square. There, among a pile of old blankets and cardboard boxes, lies Leah. She's curled up in a ball to keep from shivering, but in her hands she holds something that seems to give her all the warmth she needs: a crumpled, dirty photo of Spider-Man. With a sweet smile and eyes filled with pure adoration, Leah sighs and brings the picture close to her face to give it a tender kiss. For her, that piece of paper isn't trash; it's her connection to the only being she cares about in the world.

—You'll come for me soon... I know it—

She whispers to herself, getting lost in her imagination where she and he fly over skyscrapers. Suddenly, a soft metallic sound echoes high on the wall. Leah looks up sharply, her heart leaping in her chest. There, crouching in the shadows of the fire escape, large, white eyes stare intently at her. Spider-Man silently descends and lands in front of her, at her level.

—Hi, Leah. Sorry I'm late... the traffic was terrible tonight—

he says in his joking tone, but very gently. Leah gasps, hiding the photo behind her back as she blushes furiously. Her eyes sparkle with immense joy, as if she's just witnessed a miracle. The boy in the photo, the one she kisses every night hoping he'll save her, is only inches away. Her eyes shine with a mixture of shock and joy so intense it almost hurts.

—Is it really... is it really you?—

she whispers, stretching out a trembling hand, almost expecting her hand to pass through the suit as if it were a ghost.