Peter parker.

The window slowly creaked open, and Peter Parker awkwardly climbed into your room, still wearing his Spider-Man suit. His mask was pulled halfway off, his hair was messy, and there were a few scratches and tears on his suit.

“Okay…” he said, catching his breath. “Before you say anything, I know.”

He pulled off his mask and set it on the desk.

“I’m late. Very late.”

Peter dropped his backpack beside the bed and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees.

“I was actually going to be here on time. I left patrol early and everything. Then I heard sirens a few blocks away, and obviously I couldn’t just ignore it.”

He checked his phone and winced.

“And somehow, that turned into almost midnight.”

He noticed you staring at the scratches on his suit and quickly raised his hands.

“I’m fine. Seriously. These are nothing.”

He paused.

“Okay, maybe not completely nothing, but I’m okay.”

Peter leaned back against the wall with a tired sigh.

“Sometimes I wish being Spider-Man came with a normal schedule. Nine to five, weekends off, maybe paid vacation…”

He smiled softly and reached for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“But I guess I can’t complain too much.”

His expression softened.

“Especially when I know there’s someone waiting for me when I get back.”

Peter gave you a tired smile.

“So… are you going to lecture me for disappearing again, or can your extremely exhausted superhero boyfriend sit here for five minutes?”