They stood there for a moment longer, letting the night air cool their faces. The fight was over, and for once, it felt like something had actually changed for the better.
Peter took one last look at the city before stepping forward. "Let's go," he said quietly.
Max and Lumia followed. Peter fired a web line toward a nearby building, and they moved together — Lumia gliding with light steps, Max jumping easily from ledge to ledge.
When they finally reached the street, police sirens were already echoing in the distance. The chaos from the rooftop had drawn attention, but the streets below were calm again.
Lumia looked around at the damage. "At least no one died this time," she said.
Peter nodded. "Yeah. That's what matters."
Max crossed his arms. "What about Li? You think he'll come back?"
Peter looked down for a moment. "He will. But next time… I'll be ready. And maybe he won't be alone when he does."
They started walking, their footsteps quiet against the pavement. The tension that had filled the night was gone, replaced by a tired peace.
After a few minutes, Lumia spoke softly. "You know, you didn't have to save him. Most people would've just taken him down."
Peter gave a small shrug. "Maybe. But I've seen what hate does. Someone's gotta break the cycle, right?"
Max smirked a little. "That's a very 'Spider-Man' thing to say."
Peter smiled faintly. "Guess some things never change."
As they reached the corner, Peter stopped and looked up again. FEAST's lights were still glowing, steady and warm against the night sky.
He took a deep breath and said, "Tomorrow, I'll go back there. Start helping again. Just like before."
Lumia placed a hand on his shoulder. "Aunt May would be proud."
Peter nodded quietly. "I hope so."
Max gave him a small wave. "Then that's settled. You rebuild FEAST, we handle the next mess that shows up."
Peter chuckled. "Deal."
They split up at the next street — Lumia and Max heading toward their car, Peter swinging away into the city.
As he moved through the air, the wind brushing against his face, he felt lighter than before. Not because everything was fixed, but because he knew where to start.
The city stretched out below — broken, noisy, alive. And for Peter Parker, that was enough.
For now, he was home.
Morning sunlight broke over the city skyline, warm rays spilling across the rooftops and glass towers. The chaos of last night felt distant now — just another page in New York's never-ending story.
Peter landed softly on the rooftop across from the FEAST Center. He stood there for a moment, mask off, watching people come and go through the doors below. Volunteers setting up tables, families arriving for breakfast, kids laughing. It looked… normal again.
He smiled to himself. "Looks like FEAST never really stopped."
From behind, a familiar voice spoke. "That's because it never could."
Peter turned and saw MJ walking up, holding a camera and a cup of coffee. "You really think May would let a little chaos shut this place down?" she said, handing him the drink.
Peter took it with a small grin. "Guess not. She'd probably scold me for even suggesting it."
"Definitely," MJ said, laughing. Then her smile softened. "Heard about last night. You did good, Pete."
He looked down at the street, thoughtful. "I'm not sure if I did enough. Li's still out there. But I think… maybe I reached him. Just a little."
MJ nodded. "That's what you always do — reach people. Even the ones who seem too far gone."
Peter chuckled lightly. "Don't give me too much credit. Max and Lumia were the real backup last night."
MJ raised an eyebrow. "Max was here too? I thought he was on his space exploration."
He smirked. "Yeah, hard to believe that we used to be in same clas but now he is so powerful it gives me chill just standing with him."
"though he is still the same easy going Max we know of "
MJ leaned on the railing beside him. "Then maybe the city's finally got more heroes than it knows what to do with."
Peter looked out again, watching the sunlight bounce off the FEAST sign. "Yeah," he said softly. "That's the plan."
Across town, Max and Lumia sat at a small café, both half-asleep but content. Lumia stirred her tea lazily. "Think he'll be okay?" she asked.
Max glanced up from his phone. "Peter? Yeah. He's Spider-Man. He'll always bounce back."
"But this time it's different," she said. "He's not just fighting villains. He's fixing what they broke."
Max nodded, looking out the window. "That's why I like the guy. He still believes in fixing things — not just smashing them."
Lumia smiled softly. "Kind of reminds me of you."
He smirked. "Don't push it."
They both laughed quietly.
Meanwhile, back at FEAST, Peter finally stepped through the front doors. The smell of coffee, disinfectant, and warm food filled the air. Dozens of faces turned toward him — familiar ones, people he'd helped before.
"Peter?" one of the volunteers said, smiling wide. "You're back!"
He nodded, a little shy but happy. "Yeah. Feels like the right time."
As he rolled up his sleeves and joined the morning shift, something inside him felt steady again. No mask, no swinging through danger — just helping people, the way Aunt May always taught him.
Up on a nearby rooftop, a small trace of dark mist lingered — faint, quiet, and unseen. It drifted toward the skyline before vanishing completely.
Somewhere out there, Martin Li was still alive. Still changed. Still searching.
But for now, New York had its peace.
And Spider-Man — Peter Parker — was finally where he belonged.
By afternoon, the FEAST Center was alive again — full of noise, warmth, and life. The kitchen clattered with dishes, kids ran between tables laughing, and Peter found himself exactly where he wanted to be: helping.
He was fixing a shelf near the pantry when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to see Miles standing there, holding two trays of food. "You missed breakfast rush, man," Miles said with a grin. "You losing your touch?"
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