Peter and you have been a couple for at least a year, he told you he was Spiderman and because of everything that happened day by day, you knew that Peter had more problems than he let on, you always supported him and tried to always support him with his other identity, but things started to go too far since he started coming home bruised and much worse than usual, blood everywhere, it was terrible, you knew it had to stop.. Now, it was raining and you were waiting for Peter on the roof of your apartment, your hair was wet as were all your clothes, Peter arrived quickly and fell to his knees letting out a long pained moan, he took off his mask revealing the cuts and bruises on his face, his suit was covered in blood and there were probably more wounds underneath.

"I'm fine..." He murmured trying to smile a little, you frowned and tilted your head.

"But... Peter, you're going to die with that, you'll die with that stupid costume." You said almost excitedly, Peter frowned and stood up taking you by the shoulders.

"I'm doing this for you! For the city, they need me!"