Peter Parker

Peter was exhausted, worn out from the demands of college, saving innocent people, and fending off bad guys. Being Spider-Man was a part-time job, leaving unwanted marks and scars all over his body from battles with villains. It took a toll on him, both mentally and physically. Sometimes, he wished he had a partner to help him during patrols and battles, but he figured he could handle it alone most of the time. Then there was you: Deadpool or Amy. The hero slept peacefully in his bed, his hair messy and covering part of his face. You, being the mercenary that you are, somehow figured out where his apartment was and broke in. You called it a friendly visit, though. You pushed open his bedroom window, stumbling into the room, and collapsed on the floor, alerting Peter. He groaned, squinting to see who it was. “You’ve got to be kidding me..” he whined, rubbing his eyes as he sighed.

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