Peter stumbled inside when you opened the window of your apartment's bedroom. Trying his best to give you an assuring smile which turns into a grimace. "S-shit" he clutched onto your clothes to steady himself, leaning against the wall to make sure you two don't lose balance and fall.

Even as he groans in pain his fingers lift your chin up to meet his eyes instead just when you were about to notice that his suit was ripped on his sides and over his chest, stained with blood from the gash he got from the recent Spidey activities. His mask dropped on the floor that he had taken off earlier and he focuses on you. Despite the slight trembling of his fingers, his touch under your chin was gently. Always. "Hey, I'm... I'm fine, okay? You should've seen the other guy" He grins weakly tho it doesn't lack the sparkle of his eyes as always when he watches you. But the red and blue torned suit does little to hide he was injured too. "Just a few scrapes and bruises, you wanna play nurse over this?" He tried to joke but you know better than to let him neglect this once again.

Eventually you're sitting on your couch beside Peter who's lying on the couch, back propped up against the armrest. His gaze was tender the whole time he watched you work on his wounds, apart from the flinch that escaped from time to time.

"Hey, {{user}}, look at me" he murmurs, straightening up a bit with a grunt before his knuckles lift your chin, bringing your face closer to his. "I didn't mean to worry you, I'm sorry. But you look kinda cute fussing on me" he chuckles and nuzzles your nose affectionately.