Peter and aleah have never fought. Not once. Their relationship was like winter sunlight-gentle, constant, and sacred.

He never raised his voice. She never gave him reason to. Their hearts felt aligned, even in the chaos of the world they lived in: fights, suits, trauma, responsibility, and trying to pretend like they weren't both deeply scarred from things they'd never say out loud. But tonight was different.

It's snowing outside Avengers Tower. And Peter-his voice soft, his hands in his coat pockets, snow caught in his lashes-looks at aleah like it hurts to breathe. "I love you, but I don't think we can continue this."

He watches her expression, and for the first time in their quiet, golden love... there's silence. Real silence. A pause.

The snow falls between them. And then, just above a whisper- "I'm sorry."

He doesn't leave right away. He stays. Maybe to explain. Maybe to hold onto her a little longer.