Peter loved you.

He wasn't sure when it started, love at first sight, maybe.

Love at first "accidental" pencil drop so he could talk to you.

Love at first time you sat with him and Ned at lunch in Midtown.

Love.

Peter enjoyed a lot of things, spending time with his aunt, Star Wars, being Spider-Man, science, his need to be punctual even if he never makes it on time.

But he wanted to share something that wasn't a cheap movie night while watching a movie he was sure had bored you half to death.

So, here you both are, trying something his internship at Stark Industries had gotten him.

Or rather, he had begged Tony to help him.

A ski resort.

Now, he was rather enjoying it, skillful and precise, it was math if he thought of it hard enough, and he was great at math!

But as he led you down the snow, he had been too happy with having you beside him to notice you were nervous.

Even when skiing slowly and barely doing any of it, he was mostly dragging you, and he enjoyed it anyways.

He got to hold your gloved hand.

But as you sped up, a slowly increasing decline down the mountain, he let go.

And you fell.

It was cold, it sucked.

May was onto something with her decision of staying in the cabin... With Tony Stark.

The second he heard you fall he stopped without hesitation, staring at you, waiting for confirmation that you were okay.

"Are you alright?"

He watched the barely defined thumbs up you gave him, and he sighed, his breath a puff of smoke in the cold winter air.

Whenever he haphazardly made his way to you, he didn't exactly hesitate to drop to his knees, right beside you with that worried look on his face.

You stayed. And he took it as a sign that you wanted his reassurance.

You wanted him to prove you were worth stopping for.

"Are you actually alright?"

His concern only got slightly worse, worrying for you was something he did daily, this was nothing new for him, nor would it ever stop.

He just wanted you to have fun.

He wanted to have fun beside you.