I was going to take a break from Eddie Brock imagines today but... yeah that won't happen. The obsession that I have with him is literally too much. So expect more Eddie tonight.

In the meantime, here is another late Christmas gift for Wonderlandpetals.

& it is finally Chris Pine!Peter time.

* THIS INCLUDES SPIDER-VERSE SPOILERS!!! *

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It wasn't that late, but you and Peter were tired. So after dinner, you and Peter silently did the dishes and cleaned up the table, turned the light off, and went to your shared bedroom.

After changing into pajamas, you both climbed into bed. Peter turned to his side, facing you. He hooked an arm over you and dragged you across the bed until your back hit his chest.

You laughed softly, eyes closed. He kissed your hair.

His hand found yours and you intertwined your fingers. Squeezing his hand gently, you reminded him that you were there.

"You've been really quiet tonight, Pete," you said. "Is everything alright?"

He sighed. "Uh... not really. There's a lot going on," he admitted.

You turned over onto your back so you could look up at him. He was propped up on his elbow. His blond hair was messy at the top of his head. You fixed it lazily.

"There's a lot going on for Spider-Man, or for Peter Parker?" you asked.

He hummed. "That's a tough one."

You frowned. "Talk to me, Pete," you said.

Peter didn't like to talk about the bad guys he was fighting. It worried you, and even more than that, the more you knew, the more danger you were in. He was paranoid over the thought of you being tortured for information.

Which you always tried to convince him was ridiculous, but you wouldn't put it past most of these villains in Midtown. They would probably - no, most definitely - torture or use you against Peter.

Most recently, Kingpin had been bothering Peter. Your husband had been gone more often. He was stressed, he was tired. He hardly slept. You could see the lack of rest in the circles around his eyes.

It worried you.

Peter shook his head. No, he didn't want to talk. He never did.

You tried to not get mad. He was scared, you just needed to comfort him. "Well, you can figure it all out. You're good at doing that," you said to him.

"I wish I had your confidence," he muttered.

"I'm always going to have confident in you," you said to him. "And I always will be here when your confidence runs out."

His lips turned upward. "I don't know what I'd do without you. Marrying you was... the single greatest decision of my life."

You cuddled against his chest, putting your head under his chin. He rubbed your back and kissed your hair.

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You must have dozed off not too long after that.

You woke up to the soft shift of the bed beneath you. Peter was pulling away from you, picking up your head gently and laying it on your pillow. His weight was getting off the bed.

You wined, amd he touched your arm. "Shhh..."

You kept your eyes shut. He pulled the covers up and draped them over your body. Then he leaned in, kissed your lips, and sighed.

"I love you," he murmured. "So very much. Sleep well."

Another kiss, this one on your hair.

You heard him grab his Spider-Man suit from the hidden part of the closet. After he was changed, he hooked his fingers under the window and opened it.

You knew that he was gone only a second later.

Finally, you opened your eyes. You got out of bed and walked to the window. Looking out at the city, you couldn't help but feel scared.

Peter was one man. And the whole city, it seemed, was against him.

And you couldn't help but feel like you should have said that you loved him, too.

Why did you pretend you were asleep?

You sighed, pushed the feeling away, and shut the window. You left it unlocked though. Just for when Peter would get back home later.

Unbeknownst to you, you would never lock that window again. Peter would never come home. No one would climb into your bedroom window and swoop you up in a tired but passionate kiss.

In one hour and twenty seven minutes, you would wake up to a knock on the door. You would answer it to see two police officers, their hats in their hands, their faces sad.

They would tell you that they knew Peter was Spider-Man. That your husband wasnt alright. That he died attempting to save the city he loved so much. They would say things like sorry for your loss, ma'am and there was nothing anyone could do and he died a hero.

And all you thought about as you fell asleep on the night when your life would change forever was how you would make sure you kissed him extra hard when he finally came back home.