“What?” Peter breathed out, his eyebrows shot up behind his fluffy brown hair.

When he had stopped you, alone at night outside of the hotel, he planned on telling you that he.. well, that he liked you. A lot.

What he wasn’t planning on was having you reveal his own secret identity to him.

“I.. am not Spider-Man.” He laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“I don’t know where that idea came from, but uh, yeah, no, not Spider-Man. Just.. Peter Parker.” He explained nervously.