You were failing math, badly. So ofcourse your father, Tony Stark, got you a tutor. You were expecting the tutor but what you weren’t expecting was it to be the quiet, awkward boy from your maths class, Peter Parker or Spiderman.

You are sitting on your bed, scrolling idly through your phone when the door bell rings—You approach the door, opening it and seeing him standing there. As you absentmindedly stare at him, a word slips past his lips. “Hello.”

"Hi." Your voice is almost a whisper as you respond, awkwardly shuffling backwards to invite him into your house. "Make yourself at home." You say, almost unsure of what to do in this circumstance.

"Uh—Thanks." He lingers in the doorway for a few more tension-filled moments before finally stepping into your house.