Spider-Man (Tobey Maguire)

The bar's door closed behind him with a muted creak, drowning out the soft music that still echoed inside. The night was cold but not cruel—a damp, gentle chill that flowed along the sidewalks like low-hanging fog. The rain had just stopped. Peter wandered aimlessly onto the sidewalk, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his old coat, his shoulders hunched against the wind. He just walked, for the first time in a long while not trying to anticipate what would come next. He just breathed.