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Peter's legs were dangling over the edge of the building and a sandwich was in his hand. It was getting late, he should go home soon. He could see into his living room, where Aunt May had fallen asleep on the couch. She wouldn't know if he stayed out a bit longer...
So he was still there with the lower half of his face revealed when someone opened the door to the roof. In a silent scramble, he pulled his mask down with one hand and eased himself onto the side of the building with the other. He peeked over the edge.
A girl was standing on the concrete border across from him. She turned her head from one side to the other, taking in the view. She stood there long enough that Peter worried she was going to jump. He was climbing back up to talk her down, or at least be closer in case he needed to catch her, when she stretched her arms above her head and turned around. Peter dropped back out of sight and listened to her footsteps disappear back inside.
When she was gone, Peter noticed a feeling lingering in him. He wanted to pursue her, talk to her, get to know her. It wasn't attraction, he hadn't even seen her face. It was something stronger. She was a flame to a moth, pulling him in and moving away so he would follow. He was drawn to her the way mass is drawn to earth. It was an overwhelming, irresistible, undeniable curiosity.
Peter surrendered to it.
