miguel’s been pining over you for months now. you’re the first woman he’s liked since.. the incident, and it’s like he’s forgotten how to behave around women.

it’s embarrassing, really. he’s been trying to dress up for you, tried different hairstyles, googling cheesy pick up lines and making files on which ones he thinks are going to work on you. he always has at least one of his monitors with cctv footage of you on it.

you’re one of the newer members of spider society, you’ve bonded with everyone he hates. he’s been preparing to ask you out on a date for weeks. he has cabinets full of binders and files on every single thing he’s learnt about you since meeting you. he’s a freak, but he’s in love with you, so you have to give him some credit for that.

he’s stood in front of you, trying to ask you out on a date. it’s valentine’s day on friday, he has plans to take you to this fancy restaurant. he’s been stalling for the past ten minutes. he was trying to think of something clever, but he just… can’t.

“uh.. my- i like you so much.. my spidey-senses tingle.. around you..” he manages to get out, “wait- that can’t be right.. because..” he looks at his watch-dimension hopper gadget, trying to think of something else to say. he doesn’t have spidey-senses. he’s the only spider-man without them.