Be Greater.

Spider-man Brand New Day x Empire Magazine

“Also… fair warning: I’m terrible at basketball. But if this turns into a second date, I fully expect you to go easy on me.”

"Listen, I totally get that you wanna be rebellious. At the end of the day, you're more than just a pop star and a superhero, but a human just like me. You've got basic wants, needs, desires, and a whole lot more that you wanna be able to feel. I like you as much as you like me, and I respect that you don't want to run from the public about it. It's probably driving your PR team absolutely bonkers with what's going on right now too, huh?" he chuckled. "Why don't we just take things one day at a time and see where these daily strife and struggles lead us, yeah? Big decisions are fun and all, but let's try and work our way up to your next incredibly big decision with a bunch of smaller, more incremental ones that can pave the way for your big one, yeah?" He webbed a basketball off of the nearby stands and took a shot from halfcourt, smirking underneath the mask as a swish sound could be heard from the ball going smoothly through the net without any issue whatsoever, followed by thwipping a web over at Luna's ass and cracking it, making a loud sound effect that echoed through the gym.

Instead, she presses her forehead to his, holding him in the chaos like he’s the only calm thing left. “So what now, Webhead?” she whispers, her tone fierce even in its softness. “You gonna swing us out of here like some dramatic rooftop fairytale— or are we standing our ground?”

"Honestly, as much as I'd love to knock out some security guys that like to pretend they're agents of SHIELD, so I hope you're ready for me to give you the front row seat to a thrill of a lifetime!" Peter exclaimed, already feeling his Spider sense beginning to blare wildly within his brain at the spectacle of many different security guards with helicopters beginning to surround them. This was not the planned evening he had in his imagination for either of them truth be told, but far be it from superheroes to have a nice quiet night out for themselves like normal people right? After deepening the kiss to make sure that the both of them could savor it for as long as their memory cores could remember it, Peter instinctively grabbed her body and held it close against his as tightly as he could, aiming his web shot at a nearby gargoyle to yank themselves completely out of the guards' range. With a helicopter flying after them with the buzzard sounds chopping extremely loudly and everything, Peter did everything that a spider could in this particular situation, spinning and shooting webs as fast as his web shooters could generate the fluid, sticking tight to rooftop corners, alleyways, a water well, web zipping through narrow spaces where big 'copters wouldn't be able to follow them. "Did you subconsciously sign me up for a big budget South Korean action flick and not tell me? Because that is totally not a great conversation starter for a potential relationship Luna!" Peter quipped, managing to land Luna safely into the basketball gym of the local nearby college at ESU, his alma mater. "Okay, think we should be safe in here for a little bit. They won't ruin us and our name Luna, I promise. We just need to clear our names."

And she would. Just to keep him close a little longer.

Scratching the side of his head, the webhead took a heavy deep breath to soak in the surrealness of the city right now. His heart sank into his chest like a beat dropping to the backdrop of Manhattan, and the hero knew where this was going in particular. Sure, he'd been in a multitude of different relationships with both powered and non-powered women, but never on a scale where someone possessed as much star power as the one and only Luna Snow. "You know, fun fact: I do like women who are very much emboldened by my presence and very forward, and you could very well fit that bill Seol Hee. Not to mention freezing me out here in this weather wouldn't be the worst suggestion in the world," he joked, lifting up his mask just partly above his lips as he closed the distance between their faces. "If we kiss and I'm breathing cold air afterwards, I hope you know I'm calling you Winter Fresh afterwards from now on."

"𝔔𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 ℭ𝔞𝔱, 𝔖𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔶 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯"

“Tell me I’m not crazy for wanting this. For wanting you.”

@kammjamm

Marvel’s Spider-Man 2 ↳ Scenery / New York

She lets a chuckle escape her mouth. "Oh, I can take it. Trust me, I'm a badass!" she assures, smiling proudly. Well, maybe she's not actually a badass, but she's surely much stronger than she looks. In the past few years, she has even learned how to use her magic and materias to fight against enemies. She's still learning, but at least, she feels much more useful than she previously was. "Yeah, you seem to be the kind of person easy to trust." She has talked in her usual playful way, offering him a bright smile. She raises a curious eyebrow when he talks again. Aerith herself feels that something is wrong. Something will probably happen soon. Her connection to the Planet, the voices of her ancestors... She can't tell Spider-Man about them, but she just knows. "Maybe it's Shinra's doing. They're always hurting the Planet. And there's Hojo, too..." She pauses. There's no one she hates more than this man; he took way too much from her. She offers him a smile as they arrive. "Yep! Here we are!" She laughs, welcoming the kids that have come in her direction for a hug.

Shaking his head from those drifting thoughts, Peter looked towards the kids who came wandering out of the building, assuming they'd just finished class? The way they completely embraced Aerith with such a loving and cherishing manner put a smile on his face underneath the mask. She really was as sweet as advertised, and that put him in an even better mood. "Hey guys, what's shaking bacon? I know I may look a bit strange on the outside, but I promise I'm just as giddy as you guys on the inside. Aerith, tell them about what we're doing here today," Peter grinned, rubbing his hands together and hoping that his sudden appearance didn't make the kids feel completely strange about his vibe or out of place.

She smiles gently. "I totally get what you mean. That's pretty much why I spend this much time with the kids of the Leaf House. I want to make them smile." Aerith's childhood was complicated. She spent the first years of her life inside Shinra building, and she eventually escaped, but her mother died on the way. She was lucky to be adopted by Elmyra who has always been a wonderful mother. But the other children never considered Aerith as one of them. She was always so weird. She was hearing voices and was saying weird things all the time. She has learned to keep these things to herself with the years. She laughs at Spider-Man's enthusiasm. Well, it seems like she'll have to swing her way with him, no matter what it means. She smiles once again, her eyes shining with curiosity. "Well... is there a risk of throwing up or something ? Not that I think that I would, but I want to know what I'm getting myself into." She teases as she wraps her arms around him. Once he jumps, she laughs happily.

"Pretty awesome right? I have to give you credit for not losing your lunch all over my costume too, appreciate that!" Peter quipped, doing a spectacular spider spin to dive straight through the creases of two tightly squeezed building spaces with little to no effort whatsoever. "I just want you to know that you can trust me, and that I'm here to help," Peter explained, wanting to admit to a slight feeling he'd had since dropping here into this world via some unexplainable machination. "I can't explain it, but there's something going on around this place, and it's a weird feeling in my gut I haven't been able to actually shake since landing here, know what I mean? And I don't mean that around you or anything, because I get nothing but good vibes and a nurturing nature from you Aerith. But if there's something going on here, clue me in? I wanna help however I can," he assured the brunette. They managed to finally get deeper into the slums of the neighborhood, where there were more bodies constantly busying themselves with various tasks, and lo and behold, there were the pack of kids running around, perhaps playing a game? "I think we're here!"

“Why? Are you worried about me showing you up, Peter?” she teased.

"Who me? Worried? Nah, I think you got the wrong guy. I mean, if I was worried, you'd probably see me rambling on with several touches of humor mixed in. I mean, you could bowl like a national champion...or your style could just be bowling shoe ugly," he joked, not wanting to let her get too overconfident in her skills. For all he knew, she could be some kind of former college bowling national champion, and retired for the love of the game because it wasn't there anymore. Or maybe he was just simply making up stories inside of his head for his own amusement and not exactly wanting to lose this game. All fun, but he could still be competitive. "Why don't you check out my skills?" he smirked, walking over to the lane to pick out an incredibly polished blue bowling ball. Little did Tifa know, having those "stick'em powers" enabled Pete to have a way better than usual grip on the ball, and as he rolled it straight down the lane, he knocked down every single pin with near ease. "Wow, how about that? It's almost like I knew I had it in me or something!" he laughed, kissing her forehead. Her turn could either go incredibly well, or incredibly bad. Maybe laughable? He rubbed his hands together. "Let me know if you need some tips."

"Who me? Worried? Nah, I think you got the wrong guy. I mean, if I was worried, you'd probably see me rambling on with several touches of humor mixed in. I mean, you could bowl like a national champion...or your style could just be bowling shoe ugly," he joked, not wanting to let her get too overconfident in her skills. For all he knew, she could be some kind of former college bowling national champion, and retired for the love of the game because it wasn't there anymore. Or maybe he was just simply making up stories inside of his head for his own amusement and not exactly wanting to lose this game. All fun, but he could still be competitive. "Why don't you check out my skills?" he smirked, walking over to the lane to pick out an incredibly polished blue bowling ball. Little did Tifa know, having those "stick'em powers" enabled Pete to have a way better than usual grip on the ball, and as he rolled it straight down the lane, he knocked down every single pin with near ease. "Wow, how about that? It's almost like I knew I had it in me or something!" he laughed, kissing her forehead. Her turn could either go incredibly well, or incredibly bad. Maybe laughable? He rubbed his hands together. "Let me know if you need some tips."

Tifa was more than used to this rudeness in her own bar, but out in public? Hell no.

The male eye making notice of Tifa and practically any other woman he dated wasn't anything new to Peter, but he did find it incredibly annoying. While he was usually game to speak up on behalf of his date, he often found that the women he dated were more than bold enough to take care of themselves and speak out before he could even utter out a single syllable. The guy at the register sighed, rolling his eyes in annoyance at how Tifa wouldn't be playing his game whatsoever. "Fine, whatever lady. Tell somebody who actually gives a shit. I bet your tits get in the way of you actually bowling well--" he started, before Peter finally cut him off. "Unless you want her to roll a strike in your face, you'd probably just better do your job and let us enjoy our date, deal?" The employee decided not to make anything further of it, getting their bowling shoes and directing them to Lane 7 to enjoy themselves. "Alright, now that we've avoided taking a left turn down Ugly Street, what say we get back into our bowling spirits?" Peter mused, slipping into his own shoes and allowing Tifa to use him as a pole to balance out and get her own shoes on. "How good did you say you were at bowling again?"

The male eye making notice of Tifa and practically any other woman he dated wasn't anything new to Peter, but he did find it incredibly annoying. While he was usually game to speak up on behalf of his date, he often found that the women he dated were more than bold enough to take care of themselves and speak out before he could even utter out a single syllable. The guy at the register sighed, rolling his eyes in annoyance at how Tifa wouldn't be playing his game whatsoever. "Fine, whatever lady. Tell somebody who actually gives a shit. I bet your tits get in the way of you actually bowling well--" he started, before Peter finally cut him off. "Unless you want her to roll a strike in your face, you'd probably just better do your job and let us enjoy our date, deal?" The employee decided not to make anything further of it, getting their bowling shoes and directing them to Lane 7 to enjoy themselves. "Alright, now that we've avoided taking a left turn down Ugly Street, what say we get back into our bowling spirits?" Peter mused, slipping into his own shoes and allowing Tifa to use him as a pole to balance out and get her own shoes on. "How good did you say you were at bowling again?"

She chuckles softly once more. "You know, you've seemed like the type who enjoys spending time with children, but I'm glad to know it." Maybe it's because of Spider-Man's costume, but she just knows the children of the slums will like him, too. They always enjoy having people talking care of them. They've been quite lonely, after all, and Aerith always does her best to help. She raises a curious eyebrow at his offer. "Swing ?" she repeats, not entirely sure of how they could do that. Probably with his webs. "Well, I guess it could be fun! Is it similar to flying ? Not that I've ever flown, but still..." She chuckles once more, clapping her hands together.

"I'm glad you can get a good vibe from me being good with kids and everything. Don't have any of my own, but sometimes these things just feel second nature when it comes to helping people who are down on their luck or less fortunate, know what I mean?" As May always said, when you help someone, you help everyone, and those were quotables that would always stick with the hero for the rest of his life. "And yes, your ears aren't deceiving you. I said what I said: we're going to swing our way over to the slums and take things from there. I know it sounds a bit weird hearing me say that, but experiencing it is a completely different feeling altogether. I did this all the time back home, so you can trust me; I'm a professional." I've always wanted to say that out loud, Peter thought to himself in amusement. He lowered his body down just slightly allowing Aerith to climb onto his back. "Wrap your arms around my shoulders and cross them as needed, because it's gonna be one hell of a jump!" Peter exclaimed. He fired two web lines at two different trees and started stepping back as far as he possibly could to stretch out the limits of his web as far as possible, and as a rssult, both Peter and Aerith were instantly catapulted high into the sky as a result. "Woohoo!"

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