The glowing screen of the cell phone was the only thing illuminating Peter Parker’s cramped bedroom. It was past midnight, and the silence of the apartment was heavy, broken only by the distant hum of Queens traffic.
Peter stared at the small device, his thumb hovering over the settings. He wasn't looking for a song or a standard chime. He wanted something that felt like the life he had been forced to lead—a life defined by the electric crackle of the city and the weight of a secret. The glowing screen of the cell phone was
He remembered the way the sound harmonized with the sirens of the NYPD, creating a chaotic symphony of heroics and heartbreak. He thought of Gwen, and how her voice was the only thing that could ever truly drown out the noise of the city. He hit 'Save.' He wasn't looking for a song or a standard chime