Peter had swung from building to building to get to your window. He gestured for you to notice and let him in, and when you saw that he was injured, you didn't think twice.

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"Shit..." he muttered under his breath, letting out small gasps of pain as you checked the wounds on his back from fighting his enemy recently.

"How bad is it?" He turned his head a little so he could see you out of the corner of his eye. He was sweating and most of his body was covered in his own blood.