𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘗𝘌𝘖𝘗𝘓𝘌.ᐟ

#SPIDROINS ( noun. biochemistry. any of a group of proteins that constitute the silk produced by spiders ) : an independent and private portrayal of PETER BENJAMIN PARKER also known to few as SPIDER-MAN from the marvel franchise. this portrayal is a blend of both personal headcanons, the insomniac games and comics including but not limited to the amazing spider-man volumes from varying writers. i am generally marvel critical. 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆: unrelenting grief, the double life of a seasoned superhero, heart over everything. humor before fear, getting back up again and a great left hook. potentially triggering themes may be present and tagged.

REFERENCES : spider-man mythos. spider-man blue. spider-man and the fantastic four. spider-man and the human torch. uncanny avengers. the amazing spider-man ( 90's - 2020's ). peter parker: the spectacular spider-man. marvel's spider-man I, II. marvel's spider-man: miles morales. kraven’s last hunt.

constantly. constantly taking things apart and putting them back together. breaking down (even his own) equipment just to reshape it and understand how it does what it does is fairly gratifying. he’s been doing this since childhood.

spends a fair amount of time at the cemetery. or other places of respect and mourning. the way he honors passed loved ones is by still keeping them in the loop, which means routine visits and one sided conversations.

as a (jewish) new yorker in particular , i do believe peter has an interesting way of socializing and interacting with others that non natives may find off putting. pauses in speech are his chance to jump in, or he’ll begin speaking before you get a chance to finish. could be interpreted as interruption, but he’s really just trying to bounce from topic to topic to keep things going.

yiddish does take up a lot of his vocabulary. i also do like to suggest he has an accent, however it really has to be listened for. it’ll show up in certain words (coffee, roof, water, awful.)

he’s at his happiest when doing more mundane and miscellaneous errands for anyone and everyone. spider-man will still deliver your food. he’ll help you move your furniture. he’ll be your maintenance man if yours can’t make it.

habitually holds and reads things upside down (or right side up if he’s already upside down.) he’s already used to it and finds literature and general visuals quicker to process that way. it’s also fun!

a very, very very very small percentage of new york outside of his immediate circle know what spider-man’s face looks like.

hardly uses doors. not even in a silly way, but windows and skyward entryways are a lot easier to get to within his realm of circumstance.

bodegas. hole in the wall mom and pops. he’s pretty anti big chain, intent on supporting lesser known of smaller spots. i’ve always said he’s a regular at many places like these in and out of costume. also has a solid rotation of about five safe foods he can count on.

would do anything for a hot dog.

observant. intent on being so. he’ll recognize and catch onto things about people and their interests to bring them up later.

due to being raised by an older couple, peter really prefers a lot of things the old fashioned way. be it music, methods or what some would consider to be dated technology.

very expressive. sometimes it gets him into trouble, the inability to hide his internal disagreement on something. the opposite is his love and affection are as clear as day, even when his words may not be as such.

cat person. not only has a track record of babysitting miss alpine and miss liho, but he does what he can for stray colonies. being your friendly neighborhood spider-man pertains to the animals of new york too!

i can find precise credit for this headcanon, but i’ve seen several suggestions the front spider logo is for intimidation and the back is to appear friendlier to those he’s aiming to protect.

leaves things scattered. leaves a lot unfinished. coffees and half bitten sandwiches. his closet isn’t very extensive, his apartment is scattered with tools and hardware. you’d never know this from looking at spider-man, however.

definitely overdoes his patrol routes. there’s a lot of anxiety around missing or loose ends. endless circles and just in cases until he’s satisfied.

it’s usually fitful but he can fall asleep anywhere.

play he would too; the forefront of his thoughts taking a seat for the sake of fun. night air kept clear, no blackened smoke to cut any divides or ruin it's hue. the ground beneath their feet held steady, nothing to chase with fierce and terrifying urgency. sure, there was work to be done; lengthy train wouldn't wrap itself up voluntarily, but a part of him quietly thanked kyle's nature. the sound he'd earned from his last ditch effort to get the lantern to hang tight had pushed his own chuff from his chest. light and airy, happiness breaching the focus he tried to retain.

[ SMS ] JASON : now? like right now?

[ SMS ] JASON : you'll never know. it's a tossup between my forgetful tendencies and deliberate planning.

[ SMS ] JASON : the door? really?

one particular sore spot when it came to protecting was watching parts of that same city crumble between gloved fingers. present to provide a clean sweep or investigate any malice or not; witnessing beloved every day locations turn into dust never failed to place a wedge in his heart. especially when it came to spots no one else really knew about; they always seemed to have the best of the best regardless of traction.

his delivery had been unintentionally demanding; taut and quiet, yet rippling from his throat as though he held something back. anger, regret. his own dumb cliche had always been arriving just a little too late and mopping up the rest of the mess- the one he couldn't prevent. another was habitual over protection, now amplified by the band on his finger always tucked beneath the gloves and the promises made to any and all witnesses. anything that came close to ripping her away threatened bile to sputter from the throat and a particular shade of red to cloud already unclear vision. but, he answered. he would always answer. his fear was never hers to bear, anyway, as clear as it may be.

" sorry, sorry- " hissed softly with a slight reel of the wrist, his grip just a bit rougher than intended; still begging to retain the same gentleness that came so natural. despite the horrid feeling that wanted to claw it's way out and allow the thrill of the hunt to finish the job. peter ignored the way his teeth ground together; jaw clenched so tight he'd pay for it in due time. he didn't move, an urge to give way to hypocrisy and wag a finger at her jest sat beneath everything else as though he hadn't sung the same tune several times before. chest expanded, then deflated painfully slow as he gathered the will to pull away back onto his feet.

" you know what? that checks out ... i think. " saliva began to pool over his tongue, impending doom sinking in his chest as he put his best efforts in swallowing it back. denying he'd ever dreamed of release from mortality would be a lie; the man beneath splitting mask was never a very good liar. bitter chuckle at her retelling, dots making their rightful connections in his mind. sure, he often forgot he wasn't alone in the strange relationships game. " don't really think i've got an ideal ending- but my guess at the least- it's gonna be in this costume. " speech simmered into labored breath; it took a lot to put a dent in a certain arachnid, always a good indicator of when things were particularly bad.

coffee cup tipped towards the unmasked half of his face, material slightly flimsy from sitting for too long. the contents weren't any different; bitter staleness warring with his tastebuds as she prompted a question most would view as way too obvious. he didn't flinch at the terrible taste, though his mouth managed a decisive pucker in immediate thought, as well as partial amusement. why spiders? why did anyone like them base themselves off of particular themes? colors, organisms. spider-man felt his was as on the nose as it could be.

preparing to speak with a slow inhale, he shifted his weight to cement his posture for the upcoming conversation. lenses closed in just a fraction as he looked past her for a moment at the city he'd been bending over backwards for, for god knew how long now.

felt like it, too. nagging, agonizing pulse that came in heavy waves made their way slowly from the base of his skull and up. wrapping around like a tightening wire, cutting his thoughts into two and leaving only an empty buzz. equally battered palm cradled his right ear while his feet gave way to an unusual stagger. all he needed was to get somewhere out of the way in order to breathe, solitude always preferable in the midst of nauseating ache that never seemed to go away. with his luck, however, such outcomes were always short lived. pins and needles settled behind his eyes, their reason for appearance rang out in in a eerie coo, a voice he knew intimately. suddenly he didn't have it in him to turn around.