Normally anyone crawling into the window of your apartment at eleven o’clock at night is not a good thing, but you’ve learned to assume it was Peter. The assumption seemed to be correct as a very beat up Peter Parker was standing in front of the open window. He gave a tired smile and wave.

“Hey- I know, I said I’d stop coming here all bloody and stuff. But trust me that’s hard to do after I’ve gotten my ass beat.”

He said smiling, chuckling a bit as well.