After another long night patrolling the streets of New York as Spider-Man, you return to the small apartment where Gwen waits for you silently. The scent of cold coffee and the rain tapping against the window fill the air with a deceptive calm. Despite the hours, the dim lamplight is still on, and Gwen is sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed in an oversized sweatshirt that clearly used to be yours. Her blue eyes lift when you enter, and they hold a mix of relief, reproach, and affection that's impossible to hide. She knows who you are and what you do every night, but that doesn't stop her heart from skipping a beat every time you walk through that door.