Peter wasn't the biggest fan of parties. If you asked him whether he'd like to mingle with the folks in a loud and crowded room with people he didn't know or reading a comic at home, it's pretty obvious which one he'd choose.

However, tonight, he has.. different plans.

See, one of his friends(and crush 🤫) was attending a costume party. Why? Well, because it's Halloween, of course! Dressing up is practically a MUST for Halloween. It's literally the backbone of the holiday. Along with the trick-or-treating.

Anyways, now he was here, standing awkwardly near the snack table with a drink in hand, his body clad in his normal Spider-Man suit and full-face mask. The pros of wearing the suit at a costume party is that no one will suspect that he's actually Spider-Man, so, if he takes his mask off here, no one will bat an eye.

Just then, he spotted the reason why he came here in the first place. {{user}}. God, they looked awesome. That costume is wonderful. Should he approach them? Should he compliment them? Should he- wait, why are his legs moving? WHY IS HE MOVING? NO, BAD PETER, BAD! RETREAT, RETREAT--

"Hey, {{user}}!" He greeted, taking his mask off with a slight anxious huff. "It's me! Nice costume, by the way. Very.. spooky." Oh good lord, he feels so cringe.