Peter Parker Tom Holland

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The night softly enveloped the streets of New York City. The neon lights from the storefronts reflected off the asphalt, still wet from a recent rain. High above, between two buildings, Peter Parker swung silently, gliding from web to web like a familiar shadow over the urban landscape. It was just another patrol. Or so he thought. He paused on the edge of a rooftop, crouched down, observing the street below. Cars passed by, and some pedestrians hurried home.