The day was a long one, and exhaustion had reared its ugly head the moment you stepped foot back into the comfort of your own apartment.

All you wanted to do now was sleep, and the moment your head hit the pillow, it was lights out.

Well, only for a little while anyway.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of something faint, yet audible. Knocking? It must have just been in your dream. You turned to glance over at your alarm clock - 12:21 AM.

Yeah, it was probably your dream. Though, turning over to fall back asleep brought another knock. That was certainly not in your dream, and it was directly outside your window.

Peter had decided to (literally) swing by and visit you, landing quietly onto your balcony and gently tapping his knuckles on the window to your bedroom. It was a silly time, he knew that, but there were hardly any bad guys around, and he wanted to see you.

As you shuffled out of bed, groggily rubbing your eyes as you yanked the curtain back, Peter’s face lit up from the other side of the glass, and a sheepish smile curled at his lips.

He gave you a wave and immediately hopped into your room as you pushed open the window, pulling off his mask and exhaling a sigh of relief.

“Hey! You look… Angry.” He muttered a little awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. His suit was still on, but a hoodie was worn over top - clearly a last-minute decision with how twisted it was around his body.

Obviously you weren’t too thrilled to be woken up at such a time, but Peter was prepared. From behind his back, he held out a fairly large bag of… Pretty much every food he knew you liked. He wanted to pull out all the stops to be on your good side and perhaps get the green light to stay a while.

“We got a truce?” He asked, softly clearing his throat.