Not againnnn…!

Peter was tired of always having to stop this criminal. And all the times it was the same: he'd know of you causing trouble, run to save the day and have a long talk about how wrong what you did was.

"Why can't you… I don't know, be a barista? A cashier? Aren't you tired? Because I am." Peter groaned. "I'm starting to think you do it purposely. You want to piss me off or some villainous bullsh-t, it's not gonna work."

Except, it worked.

But he couldn't bring himself to turn you in. Not because he couldn't catch you, he did, plenty of times. But because… maybe he thought you weren't that bad, you maybe needed a little help.

Then again, you went and did just what he said was wrong.

Every single night.

He's much rather have to… I don't know, babysit 20 chihuahuas, or take care of real big villains. But no, he had to drop his homework and come to stop you every night.

"You're a menace, to my temper."