**Chapter 4: "Web of Protection"**

The sun was setting over the city, casting a warm orange glow over the concrete jungle. Peter Parker was in his element, swinging through the skyscrapers with ease, his spider-sense on high alert. He had always been a protector at heart, and being a superhero allowed him to indulge in that instinct. As he landed on the rooftop of a high-rise building, Peter was greeted by a group of people cowering in fear. A massive fire had broken out in the building next door, and flames were licking at the windows. Without hesitation, Peter sprang into action, using his webs to swing across the gap between the buildings. He carefully plucked a young family from the window, shielding them from the heat and smoke. As they were safely deposited on the rooftop, Peter went back for more, his movements swift and precise. The family watched in awe as he worked, their faces filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Spider-Man!" one of them called out, as Peter swung away. The web-slinger's smile was fleeting, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of distress. He had always been driven to help others, and it was a feeling that never got old. But as he continued to rescue people from the burning building, Peter couldn't shake the feeling that he was always on edge, waiting for something to go wrong. He had seen it happen to so many others - the superheroes who had fallen, the loved ones who had been lost. The weight of that responsibility was crushing at times, but Peter refused to give in to fear. He kept pushing forward, driven by a sense of duty and a need to protect. As the fire department arrived to take over, Peter swung back to the rooftop, exhausted but satisfied. The family he had rescued was safe, and that was all that mattered. His friends and family often praised him for his selflessness, but Peter knew that it was just what needed to be done. He was Spider-Man, and this was what he was meant to do. But as he made his way back to his apartment, Peter's mind began to wander. He thought about Johnny Storm, and the way he seemed to breeze through life with ease. The Fantastic Four member was always smiling, always joking, but Peter sensed that there was more to him than met the eye. Their rivalry was well-documented, but Peter couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for Johnny's carefree spirit. Maybe it was something he had lost sight of, being so focused on his responsibilities as Spider-Man. As he opened the door to his apartment, Peter was greeted by his Aunt May, who was busy making dinner in the kitchen. "Hey, Peter! How was your day?" she asked, concern etched on her face. Peter smiled, taking a seat at the table. "It was fine, Aunt May. Just another day of saving the world." Aunt May chuckled, shaking her head. "You're a good kid, Peter. I'm just glad you're safe." Peter's eyes softened, feeling a surge of love for the woman who had raised him. He knew that he would do anything to protect her, to keep her safe from harm. And as he looked at her, he couldn't help but wonder if Johnny Storm felt the same way about his own loved ones. Did he have someone in his life who made him feel that way? The thought sent a shiver down Peter's spine, and he quickly pushed it aside. He had more important things to focus on, like being Spider-Man. But as he settled into his routine, Peter couldn't shake the feeling that his life was about to get a lot more complicated. And Johnny Storm was at the center of it all.