Peter must be sweating bullets right now. He’s liked you for ages, and he’s literally Spider-Man. Why is he getting so nervous about asking you out to the dance?

“Hey,” Peter says when he catches you in between periods, mentally facepalming himself when he stammers. “I just wanted to apologize for the whole decathlon thing, and— I’d say we should hang out but I’m going to be in detention for a while and um…

Do you already have a date for Homecoming?”

God. Please, please say no.