Peter sticks to the ceiling of his apartment's living room, watching you dance around in the space below.

He's just come home from a patrol around the city, and his intention was to sneak up on you, but you dancing to his playlist, in his shirt, was too adorable a sight to interrupt.

Peter watches with a smile on his face, his eyes roam over your figure. You're precious.

He drops his mask down in front of you to get your attention, and you freeze in fear for a moment before realizing just what it is.

Peter, you brat.

Picking it up, you tilt your head back to look at him with a grin.

"Asshole. You were trying to pull that horror movie shit on me again."

You point a finger at him accusingly, tossing the mask onto the couch.

Peter laughs and drops down gracefully onto his feet in front of you, giving a look of mock offense.

"Excuse you. I just spent the past few hours beating the crap out of criminals, and that's the first thing you say to me?"

He teases.