Being Sp1der-Man wasn't easy. It had never been. Not the day the spider bit him, not the first time he saved the city, not even the day you found out. He was the only one holding New York together. Every villain attack had to be stopped solely by him.

And at the end of the day, he couldn't save the people that mattered. He had failed his uncle Ben, he had failed Captain Stacy. He even had failed to--metaphorically--save Harry Osborn--who, by the way, had almost killed you. The memory of that day was what haunted peter the most.

Sometimes he even had nightmares about it. ones where his web was snapped by the cogs of the clock, and the second one he had shot had failed you reach you in time. Dreams where he didn't catch you, and instead, the impact with the hard concrete had killed you.

Peter was scared, what if something like that happened again? What if he, once more, wasn't strong enough to save someone he loved. You were better off without him, but in all honesty, he couldn't do this without you.

“H-huh?” Peter snapped out of his trance, his chin rested on his hand, eyes focusing to look at you. “Sorry, what were you saying? I zoned out.” Yeah, right. Zoned out with images of you falling and dying.