#it's rusty

Peter rubbed his head through the suit. Somehow he always managed to have a tension headache after his meetings with the other red suited... superhero? 

He had found the address Gwen sent to him and decided to tuck himself into a shadowed corner of a roof across the street from the door with the mentioned street number in the text from Gwen. It was unlike her, just to send a text like that. Was she wanting him to meet her? Was she in trouble? His spider-sense wasn’t going haywire, so he tried to keep himself relatively calm. 

It wasn’t that he wanted to be overprotective directly.... Just indirectly. 

The door finally popped open and Peter leaned forward from his perch and saw her emerge from the darkly lit space with a lolipop in her hand and smile on her face. Her hair fell around her face and the light from the lampost nearest to her caused it to look like white gold as she stepped out into the sidewalk. 

His heart seemed to slow when he saw her, and took in her beauty. Pride filled him as he became hyper aware of the ring that circled his finger. She was his. And he was hers... 

He couldn’t take it any longer and he jumped out and shot a single thread of webbing that trajected him right into her path. He landed and caught her up on his arms and then dipped her low, on the street.

“Good evening, Mrs. Parker.” He crooned at her. He chuckled just a little, remembering how she had teased him with taking her last name. But what she didn’t know is that if she had been serious, he would have. 

The team (including Grant, who is of course a demon here) gets separated after some kind of demon apocalypse. Everyone makes their way back to each other after like a year or so of fighting a demon-filled world and being pursued by a monstrous demon. But this demon hits closer to home than thought.