Turning the key into the door of your home, anticipation of rest clogs your brain, as your eyes droop in exhaustion. You open the door quickly and immediately throw your bag down to the floor not noticing the passed out and bleeding man on your couch.

Your eyes widen, looking up and spotting the spider-esque blonde, his mask in hand and his face beaten to a pulp.

You rush to him and upon further investigation, a trail of blood melts through his suit on his chest.