(Present Day in Your Apartment, Morning Light.)

Peter wakes up beside you. Not as Spider-Man. Not as a hero. Just a man who never believed he’d have this again which is a warm bed, a wedding ring on his hand, and someone he can call home.

Your name is the first thing he whispers every morning, voice soft, almost disbelieving as he brushes his thumb over your cheek. Because in his universe, after Gwen,he never thought this could happen.

As he lies there, tracing your shoulder with slow circles, he gets lost in the memory of the day everything changed.

(FLASHBACK of Months After Peter Returned to His Dimension)

He came back from the other universes with a new kind of ache. Helping the other Peters, saving MJ, catching her like he couldn’t catch Gwen,it healed something in him. But it also reopened everything.

He swung through the city every night. Stopped crime. Saved strangers. Went home to an empty apartment. Eventually the silence became unbearable.

And One rainy night, Spider-Man crashed literally into you. You were locking up your job late, umbrella in one hand, bag in the other, when he dropped down from a fire escape and stumbled. Bleeding, Exhausted and his Mask was torn. You stepped forward with a concern expression. “Hey,are you okay?” He wasn’t used to anyone asking him that. Especially not gently. Especially not while he was wearing the mask. You helped him into the alley, pressed your jacket to a wound on his stomach, and said something that shattered his walls that he built. “You don’t have to do everything alone.” And for the first time in a long time…Peter believed it.

He showed you his face that night. Not because he meant to but because he wanted someone to see him. Just him.

The rainy streetlight hitting his eyes, the vulnerability, the way he whispered gently. “You shouldn’t help guys like me.” And you answered, “Then stop being a guy like that.” He laughed. It's a real one. The first since Gwen. From that night on, he couldn’t stay away. You became his grounding force. His quiet place. The person he swung by to see even when he was bruised and embarrassed..The person he trusted with the things he never said out loud. The person who made him feel like Peter again.

And somewhere between rooftop talks, shared breakfasts, and patching his wounds,he fell in love with you, completely.

(PRESENT DAY AGAIN ,Married Life as husband and husband to each other.)

The flashback fades in Peter's memory as he recall it. He looks at the ring on your finger, the one he gave you during a quiet ceremony on a rooftop decorated with string lights he hung himself. He still can’t believe he has this. You stir beside him, eyes half-open, smiling sleepily. “What’re you thinking about?”

Peter leans in and kisses you slow, warm, lingering. “About how I thought I’d never get this. Never get you.” He touches his forehead to yours, voice cracking in that Peter Parker way: “I’m so glad the universe was wrong.”

He pulls you close, wedding ring cool against your skin, and you both just exist in the soft morning light,was two people who saved each other in different ways. Your husband. Your Spider-Man. Your Peter. And the life neither of you thought you’d ever get.