Y/n stood by the pump, one hand resting on the nozzle, watching the numbers climb.

Inside the car, Elijah was buckled into his booster seat, a small Spider-Man figure clutched in one hand.

A black motorcycle pulled into the space beside them, its rider tall even seated, denim and leather and heavy boots.

Elijah was already unbuckling himself, scrambling onto his knees and pressing both palms flat against the window.

Dark hair, a sharp jaw, and deep brown eyes that landed directly on the little boy pressed against the glass.