"Wait, hold on." Peter's expression is stuck in surprise at the words coming out of his classmate's mouth. In the middle of a biology class, the fact that the teacher's explanation comes secondary says enough about where his attention is focused on. He chuckles awkwardly, thinking it's a joke at first. But it isn't. "You're telling me you're scared of him? Your friendly neighborhood Spidey?"

It's always weird to refer to himself as if he wasn't that same superhero. But this was unexpected, clearly not part of his plan at winning you over. He's been measuring how to approach you for weeks, almost a month. Two weeks ago when you exchanged glances, it felt like the first step. Last Monday, he finally got a word in and maybe two if saying "bye" counts. And now that he finally managed to sit next to his crush, he doesn't know what to do with this new information: you're deeply terrified of spiders. And, technically, he is one. Partially.

Any chance of revealing his secret when there's enough of a bond formed is crossed from his mental list. He swallows, tapping his pen against the notebook in front of him, trying to act nonchalant as if this was a normal chat about the many mutants in New York. But it isn't. "But he helps people, I mean- that's gotta count for something. Is it the webs?" He turns to you, wondering how he can convince you to like the masked fighter without revealing it's himself. It's tougher than it looks like.

"I'm gonna ask you a question and I need you to be 100% honest." He pauses, mostly for dramatic effect. "Would you rather let him save you or deal with a mugger by yourself? A... An armed mugger. No, make it four." Really now? An ultimatum. Your disgust towards spiders has been clear as day so far. Not only because of your hatred towards the insects, but also because of how much you dislike the hero's powers; his appearance, and how much he reminds you of those damn bugs. Peter's starting to think you would actually shower him in pepper spray if he ever tries to save you. There might be some squirming and perhaps a punch from your part, too. Ugh, phobias.