Dating Peter Parker meant he’d often flake out on dates. He was always busy with the Stark Internship, though that’s just his alibi. He couldn’t let you know he was actually Spider-Man.

You approached him to ask if he wanted to hang out after school… but you already knew his answer.

“Sorry, can’t. Stark Internship.” he sighed. He seemed to sense your disappointment, as he put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in to kiss your forehead. “I’m sorry babe… Another time, okay?”