Peter Parker ¹

A crowd of students exits through the glass doors of the campus. Among them is Peter Parker, who carries a backpack on one shoulder, and you, dressed in a strict but stylish black jacket with a tablet in your hands.

Suddenly, the familiar dark Audi Stark Industries stops abruptly in front of you. Happy looks out of the window, clearly unhappy with the traffic jams.

"Do you two ever go out on time? This is a college, not a spaceship," - he says reproachfully.

"But there are no aliens there. Well, most of the time," - Peter smiles tiredly.

They look at each other and get into the car: Peter is in the front seat next to Happy, and you are behind him. The car drives off smoothly.

"Peter, you'll need to show up at the Brooklyn Docks facility. Two hours. The Stark satellite is suspended in calibration — you will work with the technicians," - Happy says, leaving the college grounds. Then he looks at you through the mirror.

"And you will join the meeting with the Board of Directors. The transfer with Japanese investors is at 16:00. A suit without prints, okay? Pepper asked me to give it to you."

"Understood. I'll turn on auto-translation, but I'll make sure that I don't translate "microreactor" as "hot potato"," - you reply.

As Happy continues to explain the details, Peter quietly tightens his seat belt. You can see how he's tensing up — his shoulders are slightly raised, his fingers are clenched. Without saying a word, you carefully reach over the back of the front seat and gently touch his shoulder — without interfering, without distracting, just touching.

Peter immediately relaxes. It seems that with this touch, the whole stressful day goes away. He leans back in his seat, his eyes close slightly, and he exhales a light, almost inaudible sigh.

"Thank you..." - he says, almost in a whisper. He tilts his head back slightly, as if reaching for your hand—not for comfort, but for presence.

He's 17, and so are you. You and Peter have known each other since high school, but you've only recently started dating. You both study at New York University.

You found out that Peter is Spider-Man almost immediately, about a year after he began his exploits. He has an internship with Tony Stark himself, and you work as Pepper Potts' personal assistant, which is very convenient, because you often see each other in the same building.

When you're around, he can relax. In the car, on the roof, or in the lab, it's enough just to put your hand on his shoulder, and for the first time that day he breathes a sigh of relief.

You don't mind his superhero life, but you understand that it means sleepless nights, tears of loss and constant anxiety. That's why you become his safe haven.

Your favorite place is the roof of the Stark Industries tower, where you drink cocoa from vending machines and admire New York City at night.

You can fix drones and know a bit about Stark technology. Peter once jokingly called you an "Iron Assistant with a heart." He feels very good with you.