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The next week when you go to Peter’s house, he isn’t there. May, as she had insisted you call her, told you to wait in Peter’s room, saying he was off on an errand.
You stand awkwardly in the middle of his room, surveying the various items scattered across his desk and bookcase. You hadn’t really noticed much about his room, seeing as how you were always studying or goofing off with Peter. It’s strange to be there without him.
You walk around, taking in the various nerdy posters and Star Wars figurines. A fully built lego Death Star is displayed on top of his dresser, resting on a spinny stand like the kind a globe would use. You spin it around gently, marveling at the detail. This must have taken hours to build.
Growing bored, you flop back onto a beanbag chair by his bed. It’s worn and soft, and you doze off a bit waiting for him to finally show up.
You’re not sure what wakes you about ten minutes later, only that it’s not Peter coming in. The door is still firmly closed, and everything looks the same. You hear a small noise from the window and look over. It’s sliding shut...by itself. Considerably spooked now, you quietly sit up, watching the window. All is quiet and still as you stand up, walking over to it. You slide it open, then back closed. Okay, nothing weird there. You turn back to face the room and shriek. Sitting on the ceiling, watching you carefully, is a figure dressed in red and blue, its face completely covered by a mask with giant white eyes. Spider-Man. The eyes widen, and he flips off the ceiling and covers your mouth. From outside Peter’s room you hear Aunt May. “You okay in there, Y/n?”
“Yeah, we’re good Aunt May! I just climbed in the window and scared her, everything’s fine!” Spider-Man says in Peter’s voice. Momentarily shocked, you stop struggling. He flips around so you can see his face, then pulls off the mask. It is Peter. He carefully takes his hand away from your mouth, begging you to be quiet with his eyes. You oblige, but he’d better give you some answers, ASAP.
He flops down into his chair, the suit relaxing and falling off his frame. He grabs a shirt and some pants and pulls them on, leaning back and closing his eyes. He looks exhausted, which you suppose makes sense, given his recent excursion. “Ugh, I’m the worst Avenger ever.”
“You’re an Avenger?!”
“Well, no, not yet. Mr. Stark says I need to turn eighteen first, since I turned him down last year.”
“Wait wait wait. Let me get this straight. You had the opportunity to be a freaking avenger, and you turned it down?!”
“Yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “I figured the world had enough heroes to keep them good, for a while, and maybe right now they just needed a friendly neighborhood spider-Man, you know? And besides, I’ve got homework.”
“Okay, I was following you up to the point about homework.”
“And this is why my grades are better than yours,” he says, shooting you a half smile that has your heart doing cartwheels. You roll your eyes at him. “Whatever.”
You both pause, and the silence stretches on in an awkward sort of stalemate. Finally you break it, mumbling, "Well, we should probably study." Peter nods, and you start going over the vocab that would be on next week's test, though neither of you is very focused.
At the end of the session, as you're walking down the stairs to where your mom is waiting in the car, you hear a voice from behind you yell out, "Y/n, wait!" You turn to see Peter at the top of the stairs, looking quite nervous as he rubs the back of his neck. "Uh, I hope this doesn't make everything awkward, I've never had a girlfriend before, and-" his face drains of color as he realizes what he just said. "Not a girlfriend, a friend that's a girl, not that I would mind you being my girlfriend, I mean- gah! Bye Y/n I'll see you in chemistry!" He dashes back down the hall and you hear his door open and slam closed.
You stand stunned on the staircase for a moment before your face breaks into a grin and you practically float down to the ground floor.
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The next day when you walk into chemistry, you see Peter look up at you and then quickly stare back down at his notes. You sit down beside him, trying your best to hold back the giddy smile that's been on your face since last night.
As Mr. Cobbwell starts the lesson, you lean over and quietly whisper, "I wouldn't mind being your girlfriend either."
His head shoots up so fast you're slightly afraid he has whiplash. He turns and looks at you with eyes as wide as Captain America's shield. "Really?"
The teacher shushes him and he lowers his voice. "Really?"
You giggle slightly as you blush. "Yeah. I may have had a bit of a crush on you since I first saw you."
"Really?" he repeats. You think you've broken him. You nod, smiling as you turn back to your notes.
You feel his eyes glancing at you for the rest of class, and pray your cheeks aren't as red as they feel. At the end of class, you're packing up your books when Peter clears his throat. You look up to see him rubbing the back of his neck like he does whenever he's nervous.
"Would you…maybe want to go out with me this Friday? No pressure, just there's this movie coming out, it's supposed to be really good, and I was thinking-"
You cut him off, knowing full well if you don’t he'll likely go on for another five minutes. "I would love to. Should we say seven?"
"Yeah, yeah, seven is good."
"It's a date," you say, smiling and walking out the door to your next class. From behind you you hear Ned, Peter's best friend, saying "Yo! You've got game!" followed by Peter's quick shushing, "She can still hear you! And nobody says that anymore!" You grin and skip all the way to art.