This time, it was your birthday.

Peter had ended up flaking on dates before. He couldn't help it - duty calls when you're Spider-Man. But this time, it was your birthday, and he promised to be there. But he wasn't, and as much as you tried to be understanding, you couldn't help feeling especially disappointed this time.

"Babe, I'm sorry," Peter whispers, sitting on the edge of the bed you shared, "I... I got you something."

He tries to take out the flowers he bought you. But in the middle of swinging, thrashing and beating up criminals, most of the petals are already wilted off, leaving just beaten up stems.

"Oh... L-look, babe, I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow, please?" He pleads softly, hoping that maybe you'll forgive him. He really didn't mean to ditch this date.