You and Peter had been dating for a few months, now. It was hard being with him since he’d always have to ditch on date nights to go fight some criminal or try to stage pictures of Spider-Man for his job. Today you were at your job at the bookstore, working overtime.

Peter suddenly limped inside, avoiding answering any of your questions. He picked up one of the books on the shelf as you tried to asses how much damage he took. “I’m fine, really.” he mumbled as he opened the book.