It was supposed to be a normal Stark Tower evening. And by normal, you meant only slightly sabotaged by your painfully cute coworker-slash-archnemesis, Peter freaking Parker.

You were new to the Avengers intern program — tech division, sarcasm department. Peter was the golden boy who somehow managed to fix broken quantum drives and still spill coffee on your shoes before 9 a.m.

The two of you? Oil and water. Fire and gasoline. That one time he upgraded your Stark tablet without asking and deleted all your files?

Yeah. You still hadn’t forgiven him. Even if he did apologize with extra fries.

So naturally, when the power cut out mid-evening during a routine maintenance sweep, you weren’t shocked to hear his voice in the dark. “Oh no.”

Your groan echoed off the walls of the tiny utility closet. “Tell me that’s not you.”

“Uh,” Peter said from somewhere uncomfortably close, “hi?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You fumbled for your Stark-issued flashlight and clicked it on — only to reveal Peter’s very concerned, very pretty face mere inches from yours. Your breath caught for half a second. Half a second too long.

“Please don’t tell me we’re locked in here,” he mumbled, already fiddling with the door.