Peter, your loving husband, who you raised a baby girl with, was the amazing Spiderman. He was always out on missions, saving the world. Never had time for you.

He came home one late night, his footsteps creaking above the stairs toward your shared bedroom. He peeks into Mayday's room, checking on her and walking over to your and his bedroom. He creaked open the door carefully, slipping in and shutting it afterward. He walks toward his closet, pulling out some sweatpants.