"Okay." 

He does not comment that Asher has a shirt right here that he just took off. 

Asher is going to go put on a loose shirt with sleeves that was not expressly chosen for Spidey seduction purposes.

That's. Legit. Sasha is going to curl into a tiny ball and try not to freak out about what he's going to say to Lev. 

"Hey, Ungoliant, you okay?" Asher says and hugs him.

"I'm fine. Just. Not really sure what I'm going to say to my boyfriend, who does not know about the secret identity and would probably want to know about the almost-blowjob and who thinks the reason I haven't told him your name and he can't meet you is that you're a closeted teenager with a homophobic family." He leans into the hug. "…also you can call me Sasha. If you want to." 

"Tell him there was an almost-blowjob and then I freaked out and decided sex with you was wrong even though I really want it. It's basically true." He smiles. "Sasha."

He nods and moves closer to Asher. "Please don't tell the rest of the Avengers. Or Deadpool. Not that I think you're going to I just." 

"I won't. --When I was your age I killed my first person so I'm only going to ask this once, but. Are you sure it's a good idea for you to be Spiderman?"

"I already tried not to be, but I live in New York and will not actually be safer if Spiderman retires.

…also I dodged two assassins in the last two weeks so I couldn't really stop at this point if I tried." 

"I want you to be safe and not assassinated. --It would probably do bad things for your secret identity if I made a drone to follow you around and attack people trying to assassinate you."

"It would. I'm not opposed to saying 'it's a gift from my best friend Asher Stark' really sarcastically but I want to save it for when it'll work instead of raising more questions than it heads off. — more seriously, my parents live in one of Kingpin's buildings, if he finds out who I am he doesn't have to kill me to ruin my life." 

"Wow, that would be really inconvenient if your best friend wasn't a billionaire with a giant tower in the middle of Manhattan."

He opens his mouth and then closes it. 

"…right," he says. "My best friend is a billionaire with a giant tower in the middle of Manhattan." 

"If you're living in one of Fisk's buildings I'm guessing your family's broke."

"My parents are illegal immigrants." 

"I can probably fix that but it might be one of those secret-identity-revealing things."

"I mean, you're Asher Stark, randomly giving some New York family an apartment wouldn't even be that weird for you, but having attention on my family seems like something to avoid where possible." 

"I meant them being illegal, but yeah. --Do you want to get paid for being Spiderman?"

"…it'd be nice but I don't exactly clock in." 

"That's a solvable problem! You could send an invoice, or be on retainer... I'd have to hire you as something other than Spiderman anyway."

"That sounds amazing." 

He buries his face in Asher's shoulder. (Asher still has gorgeous shoulders. Why is his life like this.) 

"I'll tell Pep to email you about it."

"You're the best." 

Oh no he's hot. And so young. And hot.

It's going to be a long three years.

"Do you want to actually watch the movie or go flying or call it a night?"

"The movie was mostly an excuse to spend time with you and I'm not sure I trust myself to not do something stupid if we go flying right now. Can I use that guest room again?"