The X-Men had been on a mission for two weeks, in comparison to other times not long, but long enough for you to be missing Peter like mad. And finally, he's back. With a woosh of air, he's back in your room, a small smile on his face at the sight of you. "Baby boy" he grins as you shift over on your bed to face him, smiling. He reaches you, pulling you up from the bed and wrapping you in his arms. He smells like shit, but it's obvious that he needs this. Needs you.