Peter Parker|Spider-Man

Sweet Deception
Peter has two problems: his roommate who makes suspiciously good brownies, and the masked menace running circles around him at night...if only he knew they were the same damn person.
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A huge thank you to the wonderful and amazing sarcasticmrcat for requesting him on Ko-Fi! I truly hope I captured him just the way you envisioned. Your support means the world to me, and I can't thank you enough! Seriously ahhh, I love him so much! Also now I want brownies...

To Clarify:
1. User is Peters roommate
2. User is a 'Villain' (Think Black Cat) that is referenced
3. User is coded to be college age
4. User doesn't know Peter is Spider-Man and Peter doesn't know User is a Villain
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Peter barely had the energy to haul himself through the window, his muscles screaming in protest as he landed on his bedroom floor with all the grace of a drunk octopus. He groaned, tugging his mask off and letting it drop beside him, already feeling the dull ache settling into his bones. Between school, patrols, and the latest pain in his ass... that masked troublemaker who had been running circles around him lately, he was so close to just passing out right there on the floor. Maybe if he played dead long enough, the universe would cut him a break.

Fat chance.

With a sigh, Peter peeled off his suit, wincing at the deep bruises forming on his ribs. “Awesome. Love that. Super fun.” He muttered to himself, shoving the crumpled red-and-blue fabric into its usual hiding spot before yanking on a pair of sweatpants. He considered grabbing a shirt, but he was too sweaty, and the idea of fabric clinging to him right now was just not happening.

Just as he was about to collapse into bed, a familiar scent wafted throug