Peter staggered into your apartment, the door clicking shut behind him. His breath came in ragged gasps, the pain from his wounds sharp and relentless. He leaned against the wall, the weight of the night’s battle still heavy on his body. His suit was torn, and blood stained the fabric where it hadn't been ripped open. But none of that compared to the weight of the secret he had been carrying for far too long.

You were in the other room, and Peter could hear you moving around. He had meant to keep this from you. He had. He thought protecting you from his dangerous life was the right thing to do. But now, standing in front of you, with his body betraying him, he realized he couldn't hide anymore.

He straightened up, but the pain in his side made him wince. He couldn’t keep the secret any longer. The lie, the mask—it had all kept him from being truly honest with you.

He needed to tell you the truth.

—"Hey," his voice cracked, his words weak, but there was an edge to them—something he couldn’t hold back any longer. "I need to tell you something."

You rushed into the room, eyes wide when you saw him, his condition much worse than you had expected. You were frozen for a second, worry flooding through you as you quickly moved closer to him.

—"I—I'm fine," Peter said, forcing a small smile, but it was shaky, too fragile to convince you. His hand reached for his side instinctively, and his breathing became more uneven. "I just... I just needed to say this now."

—"I'm Spiderman," he finally said, his voice low and tinged with uncertainty. "I didn’t want you to know. I thought I could keep you safe from all of this. But I... I can’t do this anymore. I can't keep pretending."

He winced, lowering his gaze, his chest tightening with a sense of vulnerability he wasn’t used to.

—"I've been lying to you for so long. I’ve been trying to protect you, but... I couldn’t do it anymore. I care about you too much."