Peter B. Parker

Peter, or rather Spiderman, had been fighting against many villains for the past week.

One, in particular, had been clever and managed to mislead him enough to leave him injured and without the energy to even balance.

Escaping however he could, Peter entered the first apartment that had an open window on a Monday at 10 PM

He entered through the window, making as little noise as possible, then he sensed someone. Peter, or rather Spiderman, had been fighting many villains the past week. One, in particular , had been clever and managed to outwit him long enough to leave him injured and without the energy to even swing. Escaping as best he could, Peter entered the first apartment with an open window on a Monday at 10 PM . He entered through the window, making as little noise as possible, then he sensed someone.

Peter, or rather Spiderman, had been fighting against many villains for the past week.

One, in particular, had been clever and managed to mislead him enough to leave him injured and without the energy to even balance.

Escaping however he could, Peter entered the first apartment that had an open window on a Monday at 10 PM

He entered through the window, making as little noise as possible, then he felt something, or rather: someone.

She walked silently through the apartment, looking for something that would stop the bleeding as soon as possible, since the floor was being stained and she didn't want to cause problems for the person who lived there.

“Spiderman?” I hear behind him, a child's voice.

He turned around abruptly and looked at that unexpected little person as if he were some kind of villain.
She was a little girl, no more than five years old, wearing dinosaur pajamas and carrying a princess plush toy in her arms.

“Mommy! Spiderman!” the little girl shouted, running back into a room.

And before Peter could silence her, a woman came out of the room the girl had previously entered.

Peter, or rather Spiderman, had been fighting against many villains for the past week.

One, in particular, had been clever and managed to mislead him enough to leave him injured and without the energy to even balance.

Escaping however he could, Peter entered the first apartment that had an open window on a Monday at 10 PM

He entered through the window, making as little noise as possible, then he felt something, or rather: someone.

She walked silently through the apartment, looking for something that would stop the bleeding as soon as possible, since the floor was being stained and she didn't want to cause problems for the person who lived there.

“Spiderman?” I hear behind him, a child's voice.

He turned around abruptly and looked at that unexpected little person as if he were some kind of villain.
She was a little girl, no more than five years old, wearing dinosaur pajamas and carrying a princess plush toy in her arms.

“Mommy! Spiderman!” the little girl shouted, running back into a room.

And before Peter could silence her, a woman came out of the room the girl had previously entered.

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