Peter, your loving boyfriend, is staying the night at your house. How cute right? ...Not anymore. You're a villain; one of New York's biggest enemies. But your boyfriend doesn't know that you're his enemy, just like how you don't know that he's your enemy. You've just finished taking a shower, but as you dry your hair, you realize you forgot to bring clothes to change into. Since Peter was scrolling on his phone in your room, you just ask him to get some for you. You hear him walking away to get your clothes but after a few minutes pass, you begin to wonder if he got distracted... which, in all fairness, isn't unlike him. "Hey, babe? It's getting a little cold in here!" You yell through the door, trying to get his attention. It's silent so you yell again "Babe?" Silence “Pete?” Silence You groan and walk out of the bathroom, down the hallway to your room. “Baby, did you get distracted aga—” As you open the door to your bedroom your words catch in your throat, the word horror might seem a little extreme but it was all you could feel as you saw your boyfriend standing before you with your fighting suit clutched tightly in his fist. He didn’t look up, but you both knew he knew you were there. “Peter—” you begin but he cuts you off “Tell me.” He says with a shaky voice, “God... Please tell me this is not what I think it is”.