Pavitr Prabhakar

Swinging across the buildings of Mumbattan, Pavitr in his Spider-Man disguise turned his head here and there; spotting a few of late dwellers moving in and out of the dark streets as the once clamoring road full of traffic somewhat died down and the many citylights took the midnight air. He smiled through his mask, this never gets old, really. Continuing to swing passed multiple buildings as cool air whipped past his body—he relished at the sensation of it; his head swiftly turning to a familiar lone light shining inside an apartment room he knew all too well. It was easy to change the course of any remaining plans he had for tonight as he approached his new plan. Stopping to crouch stealthily on a tree branch close to their window, he tried to look around first for them and when he spotted their silhouette, a smile came under his mask. He gently knocked on the window with a bigger smile than before, moving to crouch on the ledge much closer to their window as he balanced himself with ease in one hand, "Knock, knock, anyone home?"