Peter Parker wished there was one thing he could change about himself, something that no matter how hard he tried he just could not achieve. This was the ability to be on time for anything. No matter how much earlier he woke up, no matter if he skipped doing things he would always be late. For something small or big no amount of overwhelming pressure would ever make him be on time, yet alone early for anything. It had been this way since she was a small child, for as long as he could remember. And like any other day, he was running extremely late. And today was an important day, one he should have been on time for. But alas here he was knowing fully well he was already over ten minutes late. Something he should have been much more embarrassed about, he knew it was effecting his grades but there was nothing he could do to change this, or so he thought. 

Today was supposed to be a big thing for the twenty something year old crime fighting superhero, not that people knew about his hobby, he was supposed to be starting a big project in his statistics class. Something that he needed to be present for, it was a joint project and he was hoping that if he could have been early he would be in with a chance to be partnered with one of the two friends he had made in the class. But he knew that this would not be possible considering how late he was going to be, and knowing how much his lecturer hated people being late. 

Nevertheless, he walked into the lecture room 15 minutes late with a sheepish smile on his face and an apology he didn't really mean. The class was relatively small, and the sound of the door was enough to draw the attention of all who were present as their little intimate class was interrupted. Used to prying eyes, Peter decided to just carry on as normal and take a seat at the bench closest to door he had entered through not bothering to look to the person sat beside him. 

"How lovely of you to join us Peter, as I was saying this project will make up 15 percent of this unit's grade. Your partners have already been sorted within the first few minutes and therefore the rest of this session can be spent with you taking some time to organise how you intend to do this project." Peter let out a sigh, just as he had expected arriving late had taken away his ability to work with the two people he actually got on with in the lecture group. He looked around for a moment wondering who he could be partnered with that was until their lecturer spoke once more. 

"Considering you were late today, and there is an odd number of students in this class, Peter you can work with our upperclass students Hunter." Peter knew not who this 'Hunter' was and found himself looking around in confusion, possibly having missed their introduction having been late as well. Only to find the person sat next to him gently poke him on the arm. 

"Peter right?" A feminine voice would break him out of his stupor. And when he turned to look at her he was definitely met with a sight he had not been expecting. The attraction was there immediately and Peter found himself feeling slightly embarrassed with the instant feelings. He after all, was not exactly a free man. And it was gross. Natasha had taught him better than this. 

"Uh yeah, that's me. Peter Parker." He held his hand out as an invite for her to shake only to get a look of slight confusion and perhaps horror at his gesture.

"Hunter Nimoy and I'm sorry but there's no way I'm touching your hand." Hunter's words were brash spoken exactly like Tony would have done. And Peter wondered what aspect the two had in common to cause this exact reaction but decided to at least continue to be friendly. 

"No worries." He muttered back quickly moving his hand away and placing it under the desk.

"We can meet in the library in two days time to start the project. It shouldn't be that hard to do a couple sessions there should be enough." As Hunter spoke Peter found himself only half listening. He was aware of what she was saying, and taking slight note of it but his eyes were caught by something shiny she wore around her neck. He zoned in immediately and recognised the three greek letters which were reflecting the light upon the necklace she wore. For Hunter sat next to him belonged to one of the few sorority houses at their university. He pondered if that could be a topic of conversation he could bring up, as they had settled into some sort of awkward silence as they both sat there at the bench watching as the others seemed much more comfortable talking with their partners for the project. And the longer he sat there staring at her the more he realised he had never responded to her last suggestion. His neck felt warm as he blushed pondering why he seemed to be acting so out of character around someone he had just met. 

"Sorry..." His voice broke as he spoke and he prayed to someone mighty that they would just take him out of his misery now. "That sounds like a good idea I'll have a thought into what avenue we should go down and let you know when we meet." Peter fumbled over his words and knew that he had provided a horrible impression of himself. Though Hunter seemed to take no notice of this and only nodded her head in response her attention drawn elsewhere. Peter followed her gaze wondering what had taken her attention so deeply and swore he saw something move from her bag. Though Hunter had quickly caught on and had leant down to close it so he could not see whatever was inside. 

The session would be drawn to a close before he could say anything more nor embarrass himself further. And Hunter was quick to move to the front of the class to speak with their lecturer and Peter was quick to leave his brain desperate to get himself out of the mess he had managed to work himself into, his phone in his hand as he walked scrolling quickly through his contacts. His mind having settled on who he was going to call to vent about his lesson, and his own stupidity. Someone who would make him feel much better about himself. 

"Peter, is there something wrong?" The calm strong Brooklyn accent of Steve Rogers greeted him through the phone the second the call connected. For a man who was not from this century as soon as he had caught up Steve Rogers was very quick to gain a handle over the technology in use. 

"I'm an idiot Steve." Peter whined as he spoke and he could hear a little chuckle down the phone before Steve seemed to become serious again. 

"Now where did you hear that?" Steve questioned back, and Peter knew he was being serious but also there was the underlying joke to his words. Yet if Peter was really struggling with other people Steve would be one of the first to swing into action.

"My own head. I made such a fool out of myself again in class today. My partner for the project probably thinks I'm just some rich kid using daddy's money to get myself through college." Peter's voice remained whiney as he spoke and ended with a huff, he knew that it made him sound childish and he spent so long trying to prove he was an adult, but he let himself whine this time around. 

"I'm sure Tony would love to hear you call him that. But it was only one encounter Peter why do you think it's bothering you so much."

"You're spending too much time around Sam."

"And you're avoiding the question."

"I don't know Steve, it was really strange but I feel like I really need the approval of this person."

"We can talk about this more at home Peter, but I'm sure they won't hold this over you. You're too nice to create a permanent hatred over one interaction." With this the pair finished the conversation and Peter trudged his way to the student building to get something to eat, working out that he would just eat away at his problems for now and face them in a few days time when he ran into Hunter again.