It was finally that day. The big day that had Peter buzzing with excitement.

He had it all planned out - the dialogue was already mapped out in his head; practiced many, many times in the shower. He had all the gifts ready, and he couldn’t wait to see your face when he asked you to be his Valentine. You were the only person on his mind during the days that led up to the big one, and he didn’t want to mess it up.

The walk around the base was one full of nerves and excitement, the little gift bag clutched tightly in his hand, filled with chocolates, a teddy and a small card as he searched the building for you.

He was expecting to feel those lovely flutters in his stomach as he finally laid eyes on you, those flutters he felt just thinking about you these past few days. but… He didn’t.

Instead, his brows furrowed and a frown curled at his lips when he spotted you laughing and snuggled up to another person, another Valentine, a few gifts already cradled in your arms as you gushed over them with that bright smile Peter had been thinking about all week.

His heart sank at the sight, and he released a small breath. The words just replayed in his head, over and over again. You had another valentine. The gift bag would’ve slipped from his grip had he not been clenching the handles so tightly.

He wasn’t really sure what he’d do now. Everything he’d planned out in his head was just… useless, and he could only stand and stare like an idiot with a defeated look on his face.