Behind him, the bodega door chimed.
He’s 17. He sleeps in a shelter on 42nd Street. He steals expired deli sandwiches because his Spidey-sense tells him which dumpsters have the least glass. He saved the multiverse, and he pays for it by shivering in the rain. --- Site Drive.google.com Spiderman No Way Home
It wasn't a debriefing. It was a letter. Hand-typed, then scanned. The font was Courier New—old school. Behind him, the bodega door chimed
Below the letter, there was a single hyperlink. The URL was gibberish, a string of quantum hashes. Ned hovered his mouse over it. --- Site Drive.google.com Spiderman No Way Home