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Peter Parker had had a long day fighting crime in New York. Several of his many enemies had made appearances across the day; the Shocker robbing a bank; the Vulture causing chaos for planes going into Newark and the Tinkerer spreading bombs around Central Park, to name just three. He was ready for a lie down, an opportunity to relax. Peter wanted nothing else to happen, no more crime to interrupt his evening. In a way, he was going to get his wish, but in another, he wasn’t. The window to his bedroom was open, and Peter landed softly through the gap, onto his floor. He pulled off his mask with one swift movement and threw it down to the ground. It was nice to breath the air without the material of the mask obscuring his mouth and nose. He took in a few deep breaths and then collapsed down onto his bed, still wearing his suit. Right now, Peter didn’t want to bother getting out of the suit, he just wanted rest. Now he was laying on the comfortable mattress, his body didn’t want to