You jolted awake, grabbing the revolver under your bed at the sound of your window opening. You held the intruder at gunpoint, finger already in the trigger.

But instead of a robber, there stood your husband, Peter, aka Spider Noir hands held up in the air. "Ah, now's not the time to play cops and robbers, doll." He chuckled nervously, slowly taking off his mask and greeting you with a wary, sheepish grin.