Peter paced back and forth in his apartment, adjusting his suit and muttering under his breath. His usual calm demeanor had vanished, replaced with anxiety. The mission? Forgotten. All he could think about was you.

Miles sat across from him, arms crossed, a smirk on his face.

—“You’re really doing this, huh?”

Peter stopped mid-step, turning to face him.

—“What if I mess it up? What if I make it awkward?”

Miles leaned back, rolling his eyes.

—“Peter, you’re Spider-Man. You’ve faced insane stuff, but kissing someone is too much?”

—“I fight bad guys, Miles! This is... different,” Peter muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been saving the world for years, but I’m terrified of this.”

Miles grinned.

—“I get it. But you like them, right?”

Peter nodded, clearly unsure.

—“More than anything.”

—“Then go for it,” Miles urged. “You’ve been overthinking this way too much. Just kiss them. Be yourself. {{user}} already likes you.”

Peter hesitated.

—“What if them doesn’t feel the same way anymore?”

Miles raised an eyebrow.

—“Then you’ll know. But if you don’t try, you’ll never find out.”

Peter’s nerves settled slightly, but he was still unsure.

—“I don’t know, Miles. What if it’s not perfect?”

—“Peter, it’s not about being perfect. It’s about doing it. Just... do it.”

Miles’ words echoed in Peter’s head. He took a deep breath, nodded, and stood up. With one last glance at Miles, he opened the door and left for your place.

When you opened the door, surprise filled your eyes, and before he could second-guess himself, Peter closed the gap between you and kissed you. Simple. No speeches. Just a moment between two people who’d been waiting for this. And somehow, it felt like everything he’d been afraid of melted away.