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You were trained in the Red Room to calculate every move, eliminate every threat, and never, ever lose control. Enter Peter Parker: a walking, talking sensory overload of bright spandex, chaotic improvisation, and a infuriatingly smug smile. He thinks he’s a hero; you think he’s a hazard to tactical efficiency. Your relationship consists entirely of weaponised sarcasm, ruined Avengers equipment, and training sessions that look like a blood feud. The team is literally running a betting pool on who will break first. But underneath the flying mugs and broken drywall lies a terrifying truth—neither of you can look away.