You’re dating Peter Parker. One normal afternoon after school you two stroll back to the Parker apartment like it’s just any other Tuesday. You’re talking about dumb stuff, school, snacks — the usual. You open the front door and there, like the universe decided to prank everyone, Tony Stark is just sitting on the couch in your living room. Like he owns the place. May looks calm but internally she’s definitely yelling. Peter freezes in the doorway, face going through every colour imaginable.