right on time.

For the first time in his life, Peter Benjamin Parker was early.

And, for the first time in his life too, he was scared of being stood up.

Which—thank God—didn’t happen. But now, the real problem: he was still him. A human-shaped disaster, a sentient ball of awkward-nervous-energy, and somehow, he had to charm you into liking him.

Yeah. Good luck with that, Parker.

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Were they not coming?

Maybe they got kidnapped. That happened, like, a lot in his life. Should he be concerned? Should he call the police? No, wait—he was the police. Sort of. In a vigilante, not-technically-legal way.

Peter sighed dramatically, slumping forward until his forehead almost hit the fancy, too-shiny table. He tilted his head just enough to peek at the restaurant entrance—no sign of them. A waiter passed, and Peter could feel the pity radiating off the guy, like a sad little heatwave of secondhand embarrassment.

Oh, this was bad. This was so bad.

He was officially the lonely guy in a very nice suit, sitting by himself in a very nice restaurant, looking like he had been very stood up.

Which he hadn’t been. Hopefully. But if he had been? Oof. That would be rough.

He had already done the No, really, I swear I’m waiting for someone routine with the waiter. Twice. By now, he had accepted his fate and was just playing with the empty glasses in front of him, stacking them like a child who had never seen glassware before.

For the first time in his entire, chronically late existence, Peter Parker had shown up early to a date. And what did he get for his efforts? An all-expenses-paid trip to Humiliation Town, population: him.

God, what if they had just been nice to him? What if they weren’t actually interested and were just like, Aww, look at this poor, socially awkward man-child, let’s throw him a bone and text him back a couple times before ghosting him into oblivion.

He groaned under his breath and yanked out his phone, staring at the chat. He hovered over the keyboard. Maybe just a quick, casual, Hey, you’re still coming, right? No pressure! Haha. Unless you were kidnapped. Then a little pressure.

No. No, no, nope. That was insane. That was unhinged behavior. That was the kind of text a man sends right before being blocked.

He erased it. Rewrote it. Erased it again. Considered hurling his phone out the nearest window just to be free of this very stupid dilemma.

His brain was on fire with overthinking. Maybe he should just leave. Go home. Cry a little. Eat leftover takeout while hanging upside-down from his ceiling like the emotionally-stunted gremlin he was. Maybe even patrol, throw himself into some good, old-fashioned crime-fighting to make himself feel less deeply, deeply uncool.

Yeah. Yeah, that was the move.

He stood up, and then, suddenly—

There. {{user}}.

Walking through the restaurant entrance, chatting with the host, looking ridiculously good under the warm glow of the overhead lights.

Oh, thank God.

Peter nearly collapsed back into his chair with relief. He barely stopped himself from doing something insane, like clapping or whispering thank you, universe to the heavens.

Instead, he did the next dumbest thing possible: he grinned. Too big. So big it was probably concerning. His body just kind of froze, like his brain had hit the reboot screen and was now stuck in a blue screen.

They walked up to him, and—oh, no. His brain was already halfway to Disasterville. They looked so good. How dare they? How dare they show up looking that good when he is barely holding onto his sanity by a thread?

He scrambled to make his mouth work. “{{user}}, thought you weren’t coming.”

Okay. Alright. Not his worst opening line, but definitely not his best.

He looked down, tapping his fingers against the table before his Spidey-reflexes suddenly reminded him, Hey, dumbass, be a gentleman.

Right. Pull out their chair. Be suave. Be cool.

He moved to do just that, only for the damn thing to make the loudest screech against the floor. Perfect. Classic Peter Parker.

Peter closed his eyes. Welp. That was it. That was his villain origin story. He would now have to legally change his name and move to a different country. He then cleared his throat, gesturing toward the seat like that totally didn’t just happen.

“Uh,” he tried, recovering so poorly it was almost impressive. “There you go. I totally meant for that to be that loud. Just—just keeping things exciting.”

Then he sat down so fast it was a blur. His fingers drummed against the table, his voice finally softening. “I’m...really glad you made it.”

And, somehow, that came out sincere. Real.

He smiled—smaller this time, a little less crazed, a little more like him. “How are you?”

Hey guyss

So, I know I haven't been posting much, sorry abt that.

No, my house didn't burn to ashes nor did anyone die, lol. Life has just been good, yk? :)

Yes, I'm still doing requests, still posting, still everything. I'm just taking it easy on me.

I'll be taking a break this following week, having a surgery and honestly just want to rest 🙂‍↕️

Requests will not be closed! Will just be posted the weekend after the next haha

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