A/N: Yeah I know this is short but hey it's a drabble. Please review. Reviews mean the literal world to me. Enjoy...

Falling. Peter loved falling. He loves the way his Spidey Sense tingles in worry. He loves the way the wind rushes past him and how nothing could slow him down. He felt free. And then at the last possible second...thwip. The webbing would go taut and we would be pulled into an arc, his toes sometimes even brushing the ground. And at the peak, he would do it again. And again. It was addicting and Peter loved it. When he was falling, it was as if all of his worries and doubts and anxieties and Parker Luck would fall behind with the wind. Peter would fly away in the wind, and Spider-Man would fall.