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"This seems... ridiculous," you said, gazing up at the most intricate looking web you'd ever seen. Peter nodded, hands on his hips, observing his work from the ground beside you. He didn't smile; he'd never looked so serious. You couldn't help but laugh. "Peter, this is insane."

"No, it's not," he said. "This is really going to help you."

"Help me or help you?" But Peter ignored you as he approached the webs that were attached to the ground that stretched up the abandoned warehouse, creating a net that lead to a canopy of webs with ropes dangling down. It looked like a dangerous playground, or the course that police officers had to complete in order to graduate from the academy. Something intense. Peter tested the sturdiness of the webs and then waved you forward. "Peter, I have to say... when you called me this morning and said you wanted to take me out for the day, I thought we'd be going on a date. Not testing my upper body strength by making me complete your insane obstacle course."

"This isn't an obstacle course and I'm not testing you. We are practicing your climbing."

You stared at him. "Yeah, you said that. But why?"

He looked at you patiently and held out his hand. "Come on."

Eyes on him, cautious and confused, you walked up to the net and let your eyes trail up the length of it. You sighed heavily and put your hands on it. Peter nodded you on as you stepped onto the net and climbed up a couple of rungs. The bottoms of your shoes and the palms of your hands stuck to the webs with every touch. It was a struggle to move, and you knew that if you tipped over and fell on them, it'd be a sticky mess that you couldn't get out of. Or... or you'd just fall backwards and go plummeting to your death.

You climbed a little more slowly as you became aware of how high you were going. The building you were climbing up the side of had to be at least twenty-five stories. 

"Don't worry about falling," he called up. "I'm right here to catch you."

"Peter," you said, voice trembling. You hated heights. You hated this. "Pete... this is insane."

"You're doing great," he encouraged. He sounded less like a boyfriend and more like a coach.

"I don't care if I'm doing great," you muttered under your breath. "This is insane. My boyfriend has lost his mind."

"Keep going!"

One of the webs above you snapped, and you gasped and turned your body to the side, smashing your left side against the webs and holding on tight with both of your hands. Your head spun as your body reacted to the sudden change and the realization of how high you really were. "Peter Parker, get me down from here! I'm not playing into whatever insanity you've fallen in!"

With a sigh and a moment of hesitation, Peter bounded forward and effortlessly jumped up to you. He held onto the web with one hand and wrapped his other arm around you. He sighed again and jumped down, holding you against him as he landed on the ground. He let you go and you stepped back tearing webs off of your sleeves as you looked at him.

"Peter," you said, shaking your head, "what is wrong?"

Finally, as he kicked at the ground, he said, "I had a nightmare."

You crossed your arms. "Okay."

He looked at you and tightened his jaw. "It was about Doc Ock again. He had you and this time... this time when I saved you, you had to escape on your own. But you had to climb and you couldn't do it because you were scared and I was scared and he was right there and---" He swallowed hard. "And you couldn't escape."

All of the annoyance and anger inside of you melted away. Peter's nightmares were common and frequent, and they did tend to make him freak out for a few days at least. You'd had several fights with him over the months because of how he let the nightmares affect him. He didn't listen to you. He was always just scared. But he was scared, and you shouldn't be angry about that. 

You sighed and stepped forward. Right away, you put your arms around him, moving your hands up and down his arms for a moment before you wrap yourself around him and hug him close. "Peter..."

"I know," he said, head down. 

"You're crazy," you said, and he smiled and nodded in agreement. "Peter, nothing is going to prepare us for whatever the future has for us. But there's no reason to worry about it or me. If I need to escape, I will escape. I've been in this Spider-Man's-girlfriend-business for a long time now. And I know I've got a target on my back, but Pete --- you don't need to spend your whole life worrying about me."

"It's hard not to," he said. "Doc Ock is still out there. He's been gone for so long and I-I can't help but worry about what he's planning."

"I know," you said. You took his hands in yours and kissed him gently.

Panic started to rise out of him again. "___, how are you not worried---"

"Because I have you," you said, looking up at him. "I can't be worried. I have you."

Peter smiled, his eyes crinkling and his teeth showing, and you hugged him close to you for a long moment. He laughed and you laughed, and when he kissed you, he did so without any paranoia that something bad was going to happen to you. You were right, as ridiculous as your reason for not worrying sounded. He wasn't going to let anything happen to you. He would fight until he couldn't anymore. 

But on the other side of the hidden camera tucked in the darkness of the alleyway, Doc Ock watched the scene. You were worried because you had Peter. With a sickeningly wide grin and a deep throaty chuckle, he thought to himself: Well, that might just be the best reason you have for worrying. 

There was a target on your back. And Peter Parker only made it larger.