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Buck was woken up by a voice beside him, groggy words floating somewhere between his dreams and reality. Before he could fully register what was said, the source of the voice disappeared into the bathroom. He was a little confused and frankly, still very sleepy. But he forced one eye open to check the time on his phone. 8:45 AM.
That's when he remembered that Tommy’s shift starts at 9 and the drive to Harbor takes about 20 minutes. He’s late for work.
Buck didn't have to go to work that day, but he felt bad that he kept Tommy up last night doing… other things. So to make up for it, Buck decided to make him a quick breakfast.
Except he was still so sleepy that he ended up dozing off on the couch instead, his head tilted awkwardly against the backrest. It was one of those half-sleeps where your body feels weightless but your mind’s floating just enough to catch distant sounds.
He vaguely heard Tommy scrambling by the front door, the shuffle of keys and the frustration of someone trying to find their shoes in a rush. “Babe, I’m late for work so I’ll see you after, okay?” he exclaimed from across the room.
Buck didn't have the energy to reply and only hummed in response. He was just about to doze off again when something soft pressed against his lips.
He shot his eyes open, suddenly feeling wide awake. And there, upside down, was Tommy—leaning over the back of the couch, hair slightly messy from the rush, his face lit up with the faintest grin. “Love you,” Tommy said softly, leaning in for another short peck before bolting to the front door and left for work.
Buck barely had time to process what just happened. Did Tommy just Spider-Man kissed him?