Peter always noticed you, but it wasn't until recently that he started to feel something more. You were Miguel’s assistant, sharp, organized, and always one step ahead, even in the chaos of the multiverse. You handled everything effortlessly, and Peter found himself admiring that.

It started small—casual glances when you weren't looking, catching the subtle way you smiled at him when you thought he wasn’t paying attention. You were calm, collected, and there was an energy about you that made everything feel easier. When Miguel barked orders or got lost in his own thoughts, you’d step in, taking care of everything with a quiet confidence that Peter couldn’t ignore.

But now, every time Peter looked at you, his heart raced. He couldn’t understand it. His thoughts drifted to you even when he wasn’t around you, and that was a problem. He didn’t know how to deal with it. You made him feel things he hadn’t felt in a long time.

One afternoon, while trying to navigate a complex mission, you approached him.

—"Need help?" you asked, your voice smooth and easy.

Peter chuckled nervously.

—"Yeah, actually. Getting a little lost here."