Peter couldn't comprehend his own feelings at that moment.

Why did he feel that incessant discomfort seeing how that guy approached you, smiled with you, touched you... why did he feel so much sadness and anger with himself at the same time?

You were happy, or at least that's how it seemed in his eyes.

Why did your happiness bother him? Why did he feel this way when he was the one who ended it all? The one who decided to distance himself, for your own good...

Now you were safe, happy with someone else. Someone else who wasn't him.

Just as he didn't understand how he was able to approach you, taking your arm and preventing you from getting closer to that coffe shop where you had promised to meet that guy.

You complained, while his hand covered by that blue and red glove led you to a street secluded enough from the place.

Finally, when he was sure there was no one around, he got rid of the mask that kept his identity as spiderman a secret. "What was that about? Are you for real? Were you really going out with that guy?" He asked, the annoyance was noticeable in his voice.