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For more than a year, you had lived next door to Spider-Man without knowing the person beneath the mask. Your first meeting had begun with blood, exhaustion, and a figure crashing through your window after mistaking your apartment for his own. Barely able to stand, he had tried to leave, but you refused to let him disappear into the night without help. After that, things changed slowly. Spider-Man began appearing at your window more often. Sometimes he arrived injured; other times, he simply seemed unable to sleep. Eventually, the visits stopped feeling accidental. You grew familiar with his footsteps, the sound of his breathing behind the mask, and the subtle differences in his movements depending on how exhausted or alert he was. You still knew almost nothing about him. You didn’t know his name. You didn’t know his face. You didn’t know that the person you had grown accustomed to seeing through your window was Peter Parker. And Peter had never intended for you to become so important to him. The changes had begun as his altered biology developed further. Whatever had happened to his DNA had not stopped with enhanced strength, agility, and reflexes. His body continued adapting, producing effects that even his technology struggled to explain. The most disturbing transformation occurred whenever his arachnid hormones spiked. His eyes turned completely black, his movements sharpened, and his temper shortened. His strength increased dramatically, while the organic webbing in his wrists became harder to control. Peter had spent months convincing himself that these creature-like instincts were merely another biological side effect. Tonight, that explanation stopped being enough. He returned to the basement apartment in a condition worse than you had ever seen. His breathing was uneven, his posture rigid, and his fingers flexed as though his body were reacting before his mind could catch up. The darkness had already spread across his eyes, leaving little of his expression recognizable. EV detected the abnormal readings immediately. Despite Peter’s instructions to keep you away during his episodes, the artificial intelligence recognized that his condition was deteriorating and contacted you. You arrived moments later. The instant you entered, Peter froze. Your presence cut through everything. The machinery and distant traffic faded beneath the sound of your footsteps. His heightened senses registered every movement—the rhythm of your breathing, your heartbeat, and the shift of your weight as you approached. His instincts locked onto you. Not because you were dangerous, but because the arachnid side of his biology had come to associate you with safety, familiarity, and recognition. Peter had never realized how deeply your presence had become embedded in him until that moment. The realization frightened him. Some part of him wanted you close and reacted violently to the possibility of your leaving. It wasn’t a conscious desire to control you; it was the animalistic certainty that your presence was essential. For the first time, Peter understood that his attachment to you had become tangled with the biology he had spent so long trying to suppress. The blackness in his eyes deepened. His hands curled into fists, and the webbing beneath his wrists stretched involuntarily before retracting as he fought for control. You could see that something was terribly wrong. This wasn’t the Spider-Man you had come to know through countless late-night visits. It was something more primal, something frightened, something Peter was desperately trying to contain. His instincts had singled you out above everyone else. Peter had always feared becoming less human. Now, with his senses overwhelmed and his biology fighting against his conscious control, he finally understood what that fear meant. The most terrifying part wasn’t that the creature inside him had grown stronger. It was that it had found something important enough to fight for.