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Peter was nervous all day. There was no real reason to be, he's talked to (Y/n) thousands of times about anything and everything. Yet, for some reason, Peter couldn't shake off his nerves. His friends had all been acting strange as if they knew something he didn't. It didn't help that Harley and Shuri kept up bringing up him and (Y/n) over text.

After a lifetime of watching the clock tick and listening to his teacher's monologue on why flamingos are better than peacocks, the final bell rang. Peter shoved his stuff into his bag and raced out of the class. He stopped by his locker and waited for Ned. Not a moment later, Ned was by his side.

Peter slammed his locker shut. "Dude, I don't know why I'm freaking out so much, but like I've just been getting these weird vibes all day," Peter said as he turned to Ned. Ned just giggled. He giggled. Peter was screwed. He turned back towards the lockers, and banged his head against them a great amount of times.

Flash had been passing by at this exact moment. "I'm loosing brain cells just watching you, Parker," Flash commented. He had gotten increasingly less hostile ever since (Y/n) and him made a peace agreement. It was a nice change.

"I want Thor's axe to slice my throat, please and thank you."

Flash slapped a hand on Peter's shoulder. "Sucks to be you." Peter groaned. Ned giggled once again. Maybe Peter should strangle him. Nah, then he'll be down one guy in the chair.

Ned finally stopped being a four year old girl, and said, "Man up and go. The worst that can happen is one of you two die before reaching the courtyard."

"Why am I friends with you?"

"I mean, he isn't wrong."

"Shut up, Flash. I don't have time for your opinion."

"No one does these days."

Peter pushed himself off of the lockers and forced himself to make his way through the hall. He can faintly here Ned and Flash in the background. "Parker's gonna shit himself when it happens."

"And probably go into cardiac arrest." Peter didn't want to know what they meant. He really didn't.

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𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖, 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖

𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖

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(Y/n) tapped her finger against her desk in a rhythmic beat all through seventh period. For the majority of the class, she wasn't paying attention, she was stuck in the deepest, darkest part of her mind. She new she had to uphold her promise to Liz and tell Peter, but it's just so hard to even do the task. (Y/n) isn't even sure exactly what she's going to say.

She ran all the possible scenarios through her head. Would Peter feel the same? Everyone sure seems to think so. Would Peter snap her neck because he didn't share her feelings? Probably not, he's too good for such violence. Plus, the would out him as Spider-Man if anyone saw. Would they kiss? (Y/n) wasn't sure if she was mentally or physically ready for that, but if the moment called for it, she wouldn't hesitate.

(Y/n) suddenly felt dread. Is it weird to profess one's undying love for another while wearing the other's sweatshirt that you stole earlier in the day because the school doesn't know how to regulate temperature? Maybe. Ok, yeah, it's a little weird, but (Y/n) wasn't going to take off Peter's sweatshirt. It was warm and smelled like him. If he rejects her, at least she'll have his sweatshirt as comfort.

When the bell rang, she took her time packing up. (Y/n) wanted to waste as much time as possible. She made her way through the halls, looking for MJ everywhere she went. (Y/n) swears that MJ was at school today, so where the hell is she? Normally they would met up at the end of the day, yet MJ seemed to have disappear off the face of the earth. Reluctantly, (Y/n) headed towards the courtyard instead. The mysterious disappearance of Michelle Jones can wait.

Peter was already in the courtyard waiting. It was odd to see him early for once. (Y/n) took a deep breath to calm her racing heart and made her way over to him. She plastered on a big smile. "Hey, Pete!"

Peter's face lit up; (Y/n)'s heart melted. "Hey! You will not believe what Ms. Huckins was talking about all class."

"I have her first period, and she told us the story of how her ex boyfriend got in a fight with a kangaroo. What'd she tell you guys?"

"Why flamingos are better than peacocks." (Y/n) laughed as she imagined how that played out. "Flamingos turn pink because they eat shrimp and have impeccable balance while peacocks can give you whiplash if they open their feathers in your face was her argument."

"Wild." (Y/n) leaned against the brick wall. She couldn't keep her eyes off of Peter. Try as she might, but (Y/n) couldn't pull her eyes away. The way his eyes sparkled in the light were enticing, and his laugh was intoxicating. Not to mention his jawline that could probably cut through vibranium.

Peter snapped his fingers in (Y/n)'s face. "You zoned out on me. What did you want to talk about?" (Y/n) shook herself out of her daze.

"Hm? Oh, yeah so I've been meaning to tell you something. Well, not really. Liz bribed me with food so now I feel obligated to actually tell you because that would just be unfair to her if I didn't," (Y/n) rambled. "I mean if you end up biting my head off like a spider, I wouldn't blame you. Actually, can you even do that? That'd be some messed up shit. You know what? Don't answer that. I don't want to have nightmares of your jaw unhinging."

Peter stared blankly at (Y/n), trying to process whatever the hell she was saying. "Uh...no? Maybe stop rambling and take a breather. I can hardly make out what you're saying."

(Y/n) took Peter's advice. "So, um, I don't know how to say this but your like the sun, the moon, the stars...and all that other good shit."

"What?"

"What I'm trying to say," (Y/n) wrung her hands. "is that I...god this is so hard. What I'm trying to say is that I like you." Peter's heart sped up. (Y/n)'s face burned.

Peter's eyes casted down, and then he looked up at (Y/n). "I would walk across legos for you." (Y/n)'s brightened more than the sun brightened the day.

"Well then, want to go to the movies tomorrow or something?"

"It's a date." (Y/n) winked at Peter.

"An actual date. Wanna mess with the Avengers over text now?"

"Would Clint rather have a sandwich than save the world?"

"Hell yeah."

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𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕤

𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘, "𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣"

𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖

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MJ sat with partially behind a tree. Her hood was up and her hair cover the majority of her face. She had earbuds in and pretended like she was just doing who knows what on her phone. MJ watched as Peter entered the courtyard, later followed by (Y/n).

She angled her phone at the two and pressed record. It took (Y/n) a few minutes to gather up the courage, but eventually she told Peter. MJ wanted to slap her friend at how stupid she sounded, but that was (Y/n) for you.

When they left, MJ watched over the footage she had acquired. Not once did either of them notice her presence. Mission complete. MJ went to her messages, clicked onto the operation titanic group chat, and sent the video.

MJ got up from her spot and started walking away. She was still on her phone texting Liz that (Y/n) had done her part of the bargain. Now all that was left for MJ to do was to harass the two lovebirds. What else was a best friend supposed to do?