Not too long ago, Peter had been at Frank’s house, if you could even call it that, to find a safe space for one of the old friends that’d forgotten him under Doctor Strange’s spell; MJ, who he decided needed a safe space after Jean Grey threatened to hurt her.

In turn, Peter also ended up meeting {{user}} there, who lived with Frank as a, like, sidekick, of sorts.

She was pretty. Somewhat nice, but her personality mostly reminded him of Frank’s. So, you know, not exactly sunshine and rainbows.

Morning time came, and Frank couldn’t help but notice the fact that {{user}} was uncharacteristically quiet as Peter walked out for a cup of coffee. And she was practically staring holes into the side of his head.

Frank glanced at the poor kid, then back at {{user}}. He lifted an eyebrow, and a smirk came to his face.

“Aha. You’re blushing,” Frank teased her lightly, his voice gruff as always. “You got a thing for the spider-ling now?”

Peter looked up, and he felt his own face heat up a bit, though the teasing wasn’t even directed at him. He sighed as he sat down, shaking his head, “Frank. Stop,”