𓆩♡𓆪 𝓒laire

am i supposed to be grateful to have survived this?

Only to her friends she is, or at least she tries to be.

"Seem doable?"

"Oh, you know... Nothing any Spider-Man wouldn't do." Was he blushing? Maybe just a little. With a nod, he lifted his mask up over his nose, revealing his toothy grin (and red stained cheeks).

He helps her serve the meal, plating everything and placing the pots and pans in the sink before taking his seat. "Thanks for breakfast, cutie."

"Like you weren't gunna get one anyways? C'mon." He takes a whiff as the smell hits his nose but at her comment he makes it a point for his gaze to land on her legs before responding. "Yeah... Me too."

He rolls his eyes, leaned back against the counter with one arm and holding his mug of coffee with the other. "Wear something nice. I dunno. Just thought it'd be nice to go on a date date or something." He snickers softly.

"You'll see." Maybe he wanted to be a little cryptic and tease. As she continues fussing over breakfast, he just watches her, admiring her in that cute little nighty. He sure felt like a lucky fucker.

“No thanks needed Claire. You helped me when I needed it and I figured I’d return the favor. I know you’d do the same if the roles were reversed.” Tossing the empty vial in a nearby garbage can as he offered her a ride home in his Porsche.

"Special delivery!" He exclaimed, climbing inside and handing Claire her goodies. "Hey, don't mention it. I was in the neighborhood, so... you know, no biggie."

That's his favorite kind of reward! He's here, knocking on the widow.

He was rather fond of rewards. Alright, he was sold. He'd grab her coffee and muffin from his favorite coffee spot, and be on his way in ten.

Doing his best to not look her in the eyes