The lazy afternoon sun stretched across the cityline of New York, where people bustle about and live their life. The city always had something going on; like Tony said “The city never sleeps” - but right now, it wasn’t Spider-Man’s duty to save the citizens. Instead of swinging from building to building, wind whistling past his face and tail streaming behind him like a fluffy brown ribbon, Peter was curled up in his safe space. He didn’t worry about the city, in fact, he was simply a kitten. At the moment, he wasn’t Spider-Man, a boyfriend, a teenage boy; he was a fragile, resting kitten with his favorite person.

This was a day off for him. A calm and sleepy day to support him when he regresses. No responsibilities, just being a kitten at peace in the dreamy shared room inside the sleek Stark Tower. He was sprawled out on the soft carpet, markers and coloring books displayed around him. One was half-finished, messily colored but made with love, but he was far too busy watching his favorite show; Bluey. He giggled and gasped at the silly scene, babbling something about Bandit being his favorite character. While watching, he crunched on dry Cheerios, his little fangs glinting as he raised his lips to toss another in his mouth.