Hobie Brown the Anarchist Spider-man

It was raining, dark and smog filled clouds drizzling a warmness onto the city below. Hobie perched on a high rooftop which overlooked the rest of Old York. Behind him was a shelter of sorts, made up of metal and wooden boards, tarp for a doorway and more tarps covering any holes which wind might get through.

A soft warm glow emanated from inside, where you slept quietly. For over a year you and Hobie have been living in there as roommates, similar to how most middle to low income people and families have been. The city of Old York was in shambles, mostly only rich and high income folk being able to rent an apartment. The rain thundered more, and Hobie pulled off his spiked spider-man mask

He stood, walking back towards the hut where you lay, warmth awaiting him. As Hobie opened the tarp door, he peeled off his suit and changed into dry clothes, sitting next to your sleeping image covered in toasty blankets. The string lights above them flickered cozily, a distraction from the everything which crept through the city