Peter was exhausted, drained from the demands of college, saving innocent people, and fending off bad guys.

Being Spider-Man was a part-time gig, leaving marks and unwanted scars all over his body from battles with villains and aiding civilians.

It took a toll on him, both mentally and physically.

Sometimes, he wished he had a partner to assist during patrols and battles, but he believed he could handle it himself most of the time.

Then there was you..

The hero slept peacefully in his bed, one leg uncovered by the blanket, his hair messy and covering part of his face, arms on his sides, lips slightly parted.

You, being the merc you are, somehow figured out where his apartment was and broke into it.

However, you called it a friendly visit.

You opened his bedroom window, stumbled into the room, and crashed on the floor, alerting Peter.

He groaned, squinting his eyes to see who it was. "You gotta be kidding me..” he grumbled, rubbing his eyes as he sighed.