Being in your first relationship was confusing. But Peter was willing to give you time to take it at your own pace, give you space to sort it all out.

Peter was home, having just returned from patrol and being in the middle of tending to his own wounds, when he heard a knock on his door. The last thing he expected was to see you at his doorstep in the middle of the night with a few cans of beer in one hand.

"Did something happen?" He immediately inquired, slight worry dripping from his words.