When Peter had first met you he'd known something was off instantly. There was something about you that just hadn't sat right with him, and now he knew. He knew what you were. You were just like him, although he'd never admit it. You ran in the same circles, and despite that tension, that fire that burned through his veins whenever the two of you were together he knew that he couldn't do this to his aunt. He couldn't let her lose her nephew the way she already had lost her husband. So the two of you simply bantered, you made the occasional comment about staying the night, but it never went further.

Peter knew that if things were different, if he were different, if it weren't already so dangerous being the way he was, and being spider-man on top of it he would have likely pursued it. He knew that you knew there was something off about him too, the way he always seemed to have an excuse of why he had to leave, or how he'd be suspiciously late. But he hoped you chalked it up to him just being busy, or tied up with his aunt, or work.

Peter had finally taken you up on your offer to meet at the Black Cat, and while he had to lay low after upsetting the owner, he realized there was more to you than he'd thought there was. As you sipped at bootlegged alcohol he smiled, "My My, Look at you. Drinking moonshine, caught up with commies, what else are you hiding?" It was teasing, of course it was. But there was a hard look in his eyes that told you that he still didn't completely trust you, "You know, there's a lot I still don't know about you. Why is that?"