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He hears it. A low, rhythmic scrape-thump. Scrape-thump.

A news report plays on a flickering TV in a dark room. The anchor’s voice is grim.

"You don't have to be Spider-Man here, mijo," Hector says. "In this hallway, you just have to be Peter." Tu amigo y vecino Spider-Man Temporada 1 Dual 1...

Tonight, Hector sees him rip off the mask. Even from this distance, through the rain-streaked glass, he sees the boy’s shoulders shake. He’s not crying. He’s past crying. He’s just… vibrating. A tuning fork of trauma.

He knocks. Three soft taps.

Then, we hear it. Not the scrape-thump of oxygen. Not the thwip of a web.

He swings home not because he wants to, but because his body is on autopilot. He rips off his mask. The fabric is stiff with dried sweat and a thin crust of someone else's blood. He looks at his reflection in the dark window of his bedroom. He’s seventeen. He has the eyes of a fifty-year-old war veteran. He hears it

He looks out his window. The fire escape is rusted. A few floors above, he sees a dark figure land on the water tower. He doesn't flinch. He knows it’s the kid.

"My wife," Hector says, "she used to say you can't fight the dark on an empty stomach." A news report plays on a flickering TV in a dark room

Hector remembers his own son, Mateo. How he would come home on leave. He would laugh too loud. He would sleep with a knife under his pillow. He would stare at the wall for hours. That same hollow look. The look of someone who has seen the abyss and knows the abyss is winning.

Hector does something he hasn't done in months. He pulls on his frayed bathrobe. He grabs his cane, not his oxygen tank. He doesn't need the tank for what he's about to do.