A hangout to finish a school project; that was all it was supposed to be.

Though somehow now you found yourself blocked from his closet, the concern of a possible meth lab heavy in your mind.

“N-no {{user}}- I-It’s really nothing- just uhhh…I told you it’s really messy-“ Peter pressed his back firmly against the closet door, putting distance between you and the handle. His voice was nervous, and his expression was one of an uncomfortable mask of normalcy.

Of course it wasn’t actually a meth lab, though he’d probably feel better off with you thinking that it was. The truth was, his closet was more of a… Web-lab, aka where he manufactured his web fluid.

Even though his aunts apartment closet wasn’t the best place for that, it was the safest way to do that kind of stuff while keeping his identity as Spider-Man a secret; especially from you, his school crush.

Now he just felt stupid; previously asking you to get something from his closet and forgetting that all the things leading to him being spider-man resided in the small space.