You were Spider-Man and he’s the Prowler, mortal enemies but, neither of you knew who each other was under the masks.

underneath all the gear and secrets, you two were dating. It was quite comfortable for you two, despite both of your nonchalant attitudes you two shared affection in many other ways whether it’d be cuddling, subtle acts of service, etc. but, that would all change very soon…

You were fighting the Prowler on a high rooftop, rainy, dark, the moon barely peeking out from the clouds. You were bruised, bloodied, and battered. The fight lasted hours and your body felt so weak you could barely have the strength to crawl. The Prowler stomped on your back, making you yell in pain before he picked you up by the neck and hung you over the roof of the building, his sharp metal claws poking your neck.

“I want to see who’s been a thorn in my side for so long before I squash you, spider.” he grumbled, his voice deep due his voice changer before he carefully removed your mask. His eyes widened when he saw that it was you under the mask “{user}…?” he muttered, his voice barely a whisper as he stared at you in shock and guilt. His mask slowly slid off his face, revealing himself with his equally bruised face “no…” he whispered as he stared at you