The rain drizzled softly over the city as Spider-Man landed on the fire escape outside your apartment. His suit glistened under the dim streetlights, droplets sliding down the fabric. He had been out there for hours—fighting, swinging, running—but now he was here. With you.

—“Hey,” he breathed, leaning against the railing. “I know it’s late, but… I had to see you.”

He pulled off his mask just enough to let you see the lower half of his face—his lips curved into a tired, almost hesitant smile.

—“Sometimes I wonder how you do it,” he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. “Being with someone who’s never fully here. Someone who disappears in the middle of the night and comes back with bruises they can’t explain.”

His fingers drummed anxiously against the metal railing before he sighed.

—“I don’t deserve you,” he admitted, shaking his head. “Not when I can’t even give you a normal life. A safe one.”

For a second, he just looked at you—like he was trying to etch this moment into his memory. Then, with a small, almost sad chuckle, he reached out, brushing his fingers lightly against yours.

—“I don’t know how long I can keep this secret,” he murmured. “But I do know one thing—I’d rather have you in my life like this, than not at all.”

And just like that, the moment was over. He pulled the mask back over his face, took one last lingering look at you, and disappeared into the night, leaving only the sound of rain and the faint echo of his words behind.