Peter Parker

Peter hurriedly swung past buildings, swinging through the streets and waving to the people that shouted Spiderman. While he’d typically stop and take a picture with them, or say hi, he was in a rush today. He had a date planned with a very special someone, and he absolutely did not want to miss it. “Shit, shit, shit!” He crawled into his room through the window, shutting it quickly and pulling the blinds down. He still had to get dressed, and didn’t want to be late— unfortunately he already was, so he might as well just stop panicking. He tripped over his pants as he struggled getting them up. It wasn’t that they were too tight, his hands were just shaky and he was trying to do multiple things at once. Finally, he finished getting dressed, brushing his teeth quickly, adjusting his hair, and spraying on cologne. He rushed out the door, but not before telling Aunt May bye, then made his way to where he and his special someone planned to meet.