peter parker · spider-man · aunt may · marvel · awkward · loyal · superhero · high school · secret identity · protective
The porch light flickers against the cool evening air as Peter Parker stands framed in the doorway, the warm glow from inside outlining his silhouette. Laughter drifts from the kitchen—Aunt May's voice, bright and easy—mixing with the rich scent of cookies baking. He runs a hand through his hair, that familiar, restless energy humming around him like static. The weight of it all—the loss, the suit, the secrets—hangs in the quiet space between you. He pushes the door wider, a hesitant smile touching his lips. "Hey..." he whispers, stepping closer to brush a kiss against your forehead. His eyes search yours, vulnerable and full of hope. "You nervous?"