You weren't a huge fan of working in your uncle's deli place. There were some sketchy people in Queens, and it felt like all of them liked to come into the store. Of course, your uncle would never let anything happen to you, but they still creeped you out.

One afternoon, just after you got out of school, you were helping make the sandwiches when the bell rings. Out of habit, you turned to see who had just come in. Maybe you could get started on their order.

When you saw the face, however, you froze for a second. Possible the full second, too. The person- boy- who walked in was new. He looked to be about your age, too. After your full second of staring, you quickly looked away and resumed your cool.

"Hey! (Y/n)!" you looked at your uncle. "I need a number five!"

"You got it," you said, looking back in front of you and starting to assemble the sandwich. It was one of the few on the menu you hadn't tried.

"Oh, um, do you mind squishing it down? Like, super flat?" You turned your head and looked back over at the new boy. He had the most puppy-dog look on his face.

With a nod, you said, "Yeah, sure." Then got back to assembling the sandwich. When you were done, you had it wrapped up in some paper and handed it to him. "Enjoy, and come back if you like it."

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, uh- thanks." Maybe you'd have to try that sandwich. Just because some cute boy ordered it? You willed away your thoughts and went back to your job.

It was a couple days later when the bell rang and you saw the same boy come in again. He ordered the exact same thing, same instruction of squishing it and everything. "Glad you liked it enough to come back," you said while handing the sandwich off. "Have a great day."

The same goofy smile adorned his face and you almost mirrored it but kept it inside.

A week later, you were on the register while your uncle was off doing something else. A different guy was on the sandwich counter. The familiar boy came in and you felt the corners of your mouth turn up.

"Hey, what can I get you?" you asked. Maybe you already knew what he wanted, but you didn't want to be creepy.

"A number five, please?" he asked. "Squished?"

You nodded. "Coming right up. Seems like you really like this sandwich," you said, after the order was getting started.

The boy lit up. "Oh yeah, it's amazing! You guys are awesome," he said. "But you probably knew that, being here and stuff."

You shrugged. "I actually haven't tried that one yet," you admitted. There was something inside of you hoping he got the bait.

He didn't. "You have to! It's so good, especially when it's squished," he said.

Rather than letting your face fall, you smiled. "Yeah, guess I have to do that."

This pattern had gone on for a few weeks, now. You and your uncle had memorized his order, but you still didn't know his name. Plus, you had been subtly flirting with him in hopes he'd get the idea and ask you out. Hadn't happened just yet. Boys could be dense, though, so hope held out.

"Here's that sandwich," you said and handed it off. "Enjoy...?"

He finally picked up one of the hints you had been dropping and smiled. "Peter. Uh, Peter Parker."

"(Y/n)," you responded and the two of you shook hands. "Have a good one, see you tomorrow."

He waved and left with his sandwich and gummy worms in hand.

A shoulder nudged your arm and took you out of your trance. You didn't even realize you were still staring at the door after Peter had left. You turned your head and saw your uncle giving you one of those kinds of looks.

"I think somebody has a crush," he teased, his eyebrows wiggling as he spoke.

You shook your head and scrunched your nose up. "Ew, come on! That's ridiculous, just wanted to know the name of the kid who comes in here basically everyday. It's called customer service," you sassed, pushing past your uncle and going back to your job.

The charade kept going where you got more and more into Peter, going as far as to see him walking up and get his order started. Your uncle noticed, obviously, and would privately tease you about your massive crush after Peter would leave. At least he was decent enough to do that.

This was happening again one afternoon. Peter walked in and you immediately started up his order. "How's your aunt?" your uncle asked, causing you to roll your eyes dramatically. Peter brought her in once and your uncle never ever let it go. It was gross.

"She's alright," Peter said, crossing his arms as he waited for you to finish up the squishing part of the sandwich process.

Your uncle turned to another coworker and said something to him in Italian. You didn't know how to speak it very well, so you didn't pick up on what he said.

What you weren't expecting was to hear Peter respond in Italian. You turned to look at the pair with eyebrows raised and an impressed smiled growing on your face. The coworker let out an 'ooh'

You even let out a laugh when your uncle attempted to double the price. With the sandwich in your hand, you walked up to Peter and took the five out of his hand and put the sandwich in its place.

"Have a good one, Peter. See you tomorrow?" you asked, a hopeful look on your face.

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow." Unless your eyes were deceiving you, Peter blushed at that. Maybe your crush wasn't one sided, after all.

Once Peter left, you glanced at your uncle and went about getting the money in the drawer. He had a look on his face you didn't like. "What's with the look? Did he really offend you that bad?"

Your uncle scoffed. "We really gotta get your Italian up to par. Or maybe it was a good thing you couldn't understand any of that..." He averted his eyes and now you were even more curious about what Peter and him had said.

"What'd you guys say? C'mon, I wanna know!" you practically whined. Your pride took a hit, but you'd survive. When your uncle remained silent, you looked over at the only other person who spoke Italian.

"Delmar made a comment about his aunt, the kid made a comment about his niece- well, you," he explained. You thought this would make you bust a gut laughing. Instead, your whole face turned beet red and went hot really fast.

You nodded. "Cool, thanks," you mumbled and hurried away. Was he... flirting with you? Through your uncle? Weird. But, it was progress at the very least.

"Hey, (Y/n), don't forget you're cleaning up tonight. I know it's a school night, so if it gets too late just leave me a note or something," your uncle said, moving on from the awkward.

You nodded. "No problem, I'll try to get it all done."

The day went on, people getting sandwiches and groceries. It felt like forever and a month had gone by before you were able to start closing. You had an early morning for school, but at least you didn't have a test. That was somewhat of a silver lining.

Your phone sat on the counter playing some music as you worked on getting the floor mopped. It was your least favorite part, what with all the obstacles in the way. Also, it took the most time because of said obstacles.

As you did your thing, you looked up and saw the ATM vestibule across the street was alive with activity. You leaned the mop against the counter and slowly walked towards the window, grabbing your phone along the way.

You paused the music and peered out to see what was happening. Immediately your hands worked to open your phone and call 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Uh, Spider-man is fighting some guys in Avengers masks in the ATM vestibule across the street... oh, uh, I'm at Delmar's. Deli and grocer... I don't really know, but stuff is floating and things are glowing..."

Your eyes didn't leave the scene across from you as you relayed everything to the lady on the other side of the phone.

A glowing beam of some sort finally broke your trance. You saw it coming closer. "Oh, shit," you said. The operator asked something but you had turned and were running as far back into the shop as you could go.

A moment later, you were flying forward and face planting into a couple shelves. You screamed the whole way, only stopping when the air was rather rudely knocked out of your lungs. That landed you in a coughing fit as you tried to recover.

With your eyes open, they roamed the ceiling. There was an orange glow, different than the purple coming for you, but it was also accompanied with a lot of heat. Fire. Not good.

"Mr. Delmar? (Y/n)?" a voice called. You were able to sit up some and saw Spider-Man standing in the middle of the room. He scanned around and stopped when he saw you. "(Y/n)!" He hurried over to you and helped you up from the ground and out of the store.

After getting you a good distance away, Spider-Man hurried back inside and came out a moment later with your uncle and the cat. "Uncle Delmar!" you cried, and hurried over to hug him. He hugged you back with his open arm.

"Thank you, Spider-Man," he said. You let go and turned around to look at Spider-man as well with a nod.

Then, you turned your sights on the burning building, taking note of the approaching sirens. You sighed and felt disappointed.

"You okay?" Spider-Man was asking you.

You looked at him, a bit thrown off, but then nodded and looked back at the flames. "Kinda. I mean, we just lost the store... which is bad... but all I can think of is how in the hell am I gonna see that cute guy that comes in everyday? This was... this was all we had."

There was silence on the other end, so you turned toward the masked hero. "Well, I'm sure if this- uh- guy likes you, he'll figure it out."

You nodded. "You're right. Thank you, Spider-Man. For saving our lives."

The masked man nodded, then swung off. Tomorrow would suck.

And it very much did. You and your uncle were at the site in the early morning, surveying damage and relaying statements to the police. While you were talking to one cop, you looked over and saw Peter standing a few dozen yards away.

"Oh, um, can I step away for a second?" you asked. The cop nodded and you smiled as you hurried over to Peter.

The two of you made eye contact and Peter smiled wide. "Hey, (Y/n). Are you okay? That looks pretty bad..."

"Yep," you said with a nod. "All thanks to my knight in red spandex. He came in and got me and Uncle Delmar out- with our cat- before the flames got too bad."

There was a weird communication between Peter and his friend before the former cleared his throat and looked at you. "Well, guess that means no more sandwiches."

You felt yourself deflate inside. "Yeah, I guess not..."

"Just means we have to find a different place to hang out, I guess," Peter said. They were confident words, but he was definitely awkward in his delivery.

But, none of that matter to you. Instead you smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that would be really cool. I'll give you my number and we can talk about it later? When I don't have a bunch of cops and my uncle staring at me?"

Peter laughed and nodded. He gave you his phone to put your number in and you waved at the boys as they walked off to their school.

Your uncle, as kind as ever, decide not to comment on your red face when you returned.

~Fin~

A/n: I feel like I'm too mean to Peter sometimes, he deserves good, fluffy imagines like this. I hope you guys liked it, but I enjoyed writing it!

I have Easter break next week (perks of a private Christ-centered uni) and then just a few more weeks before I'm done with my very first year of college! It feels surreal

Well, I hope to see you guys here next week!

Bye Lovelies!!!!!!!