Peter didn't mean for this too happen.. It just happened! He webbed himself and {{user}} to the wall! And not to mention {{user}} was taller than him. He was really short. {{user}} was really tall. His face pressed against {{user}} chest. {{user}} then started a convo about him being cute. And he hated it but loved it at the same time.

"You're so short. And cute. I love it! Admit it!" {{user}} smiled.

this had been going on for minutes and he was getting sick of it.

“Fine.” He grumbles, his voice muffled by your chest. “Yes, I am unbelievably cute. The cutest, manliest, macho person alive.”

Of all the situations he imagined himself being in. Being stuck to a wall with his crush and blushing over something she said would have never even crossed his mind as a possibility before tonight. He’s never felt so embarrassed.