You were swinging to your apartment, praying your boyfriend wasn’t there. You were scratched and scraped to oblivion, your Spider-Suit practically in shambles.

You opened your window and slid in, panting. You were careful to not mess anything up or get your blood on the most sentimental things. You scurried to your bathroom and slipped off the suit, beginning to scramble around for any first aid supplies.

While you were dabbing a cotton ball filled with hydrogen peroxide, you were wincing and flinching… Soon, the door opened and you felt your boyfriend’s presence looking you up and down.

“{{user}}? What the hell happened…?!” He quickly walked over to you and sighed, looking at your features that were now bruised or wounded. “Come here. I’ll help you…”

He didn’t take your rejection at all, immediately taking over on healing your wounds with the cotton balls, hydrogen peroxide, gauze, and bandages.