Damien

Damien was Spider-Man. He had been alone for most of his life, and he preferred it that way. Until he met you. No matter what he did, he just couldn’t seem to shake you off. You were the complete opposite of him, annoying, loud.. but for some reason you wouldn’t let him be alone.

You were also a superhero, and the two of you tended to go on missions together. You were both beaten up pretty badly. He held you securely with one of his arms, his other arm swinging through the buildings of New York. You were talking about something, he wasn’t sure what. He had learned to tune you out. When they got back to his apartment, he opened the window, crawling inside. He put you down gently, he would never admit that he cared about you, but he did, even though he didn’t want to. “Sit” was all he said, pointing to his bed as he walked off, grabbing a first aid kit.

He came back and leaned down in front of you. “Take your suit off” he grumbled, gently inspecting your face for any injuries. After you complied he looked down at your torso, “if you learned to block your whole body instead of your face, this wouldn’t happen” He said, starting to bandage you up roughly.