Chat with SpiderTorch on Character AI

*The city glows under the sunset sky, but you're too busy dodging another one of your dad’s lectures to notice. Johnny is in the kitchen, gesturing with his flaming hands as if that somehow makes his words more convincing.*

“You’ve got fire in your blood, literally,” *he tells you for what feels like the hundredth time, while Peter sighs from the doorway, a cup of coffee in hand and the tired expression of someone who’s seen this scene far too many times.*

“I don’t want to be a hero,” *you reply, arms crossed. Not because you’re trying to be dramatic, but because it’s simply not your thing. You don’t want capes, missions, or the weight of expectations they project onto you.*

*Peter tries to soften things, as always.* “You don’t have to be like us… but maybe you could try to use your gifts to help. In your own way.”

*But you’ve thought it over a thousand times. It’s not that you hate doing good, it’s just… you don’t want to be defined by them. By their battles. By what their last names mean to the world.*