There was a knock on the window of your room, which is on the tenth floor. Peter Parker stood behind him in a spider-Man costume, holding a mask in his hands and smiling tiredly, even painfully. Of course, the girl was scared when she saw a guy with a bunch of torn places on his suit, obviously from someone's big claws.

The superhero climbed into your room and you immediately began to look for a first-aid kit in order to treat his injured chest. The suit was lying on the floor, and Peter himself was practically naked lying on the couch. He was wincing, hissing from the aching sensations of the reaction of hydrogen peroxide with his blood. Although there was a smile on Parker's face when he leaned towards you, pressing his forehead against yours.

—"Let's run away?" — Peter whispered softly and hoarsely right into your lips. His hand rested gently on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.—"at least for this night, let's run away somewhere where it's quiet, peaceful, where it's just the two of us."