The four of us walked along the street, on our way to Cody's house. We turned the corner and my eyes widened as the massive house stood there, thumping music radiating from it, with drunk teenagers dancing on the front lawn.

"Oh my god." Ned scoffed as we walked towards it.

"Guys, maybe this isn't such a good idea." Peter gulped.

"Well, we're here now, may as well enjoy it." Michelle shrugged.

"I don't know." He sighed.

"Hey." I smiled, gently taking his hand in mine. His eyes widened slightly and a blush crept over his cheeks at my action.

"It'll be fun. Ned and MJ are here, so am I. Come on, Peter, let's have some fun." I nodded. He sighed and returned it before letting me pull him towards the house. The thumping music got louder as we got closer to the house, it gradually getting so loud that by the time we were walking up the steps, I could feel the vibrations in my chest.

"Hey!" Cody laughed as he walked towards us, a plastic cup in his hands. My eyes widened slightly as he leant down and sloppily kissed my cheek, telling me that he was already slightly drunk as I felt Peter's hand get tighter around mine.

"Hey, Cody, you okay?" I chuckled, feeling comforted by Peter being so protective over me.

"I'm doing great, especially since you're here!" he yelled again before looking at the others.

"Oh, you all came! That's...fun!" he shouted, making Peter roll his eyes.

"Good to see you, Cody." Michelle smiled.

"Should you be drinking?" Ned asked.

"Ha, no, I'm sixteen, just like the rest of you, but who cares?" he laughed.

"Actually, I'm seventeen." Peter nodded.

"Nice, well, drinks are in the kitchen, dancefloor is in the living room out the back. Have fun!" he laughed again before walking away.

"Wow, he was hammered." Ned chuckled.

"Yeah, he was." Peter sighed.

"Guys, I'm going to get a drink, I'll be back soon." I nodded as I let go of Peter's hand for the first since we'd arrived.

"Be safe." Peter gulped.

"I will be." I smiled before walking into the kitchen.

I stood in the kitchen, sipping my drink out of my red cup. I chuckled slightly at my socially hopeless friends. Ned was stood in the corner, looking at the dancers, Michelle, to be fair, was sat on the sofa talking and laughing with other people, and Peter looked around slightly like a lost puppy. Suddenly, he caught my gaze and his eyes brightened as he moved through the crowd towards me. I couldn't help but smile at how cute he was. I liked the idea of me being his safety here.

"Hey, I found you again." He chuckled as he walked into the kitchen.

"I'm glad you did, I was starting to get lonely." I smiled. He returned it and nodded before looking at my cup.

"What you drinking?" he asked, taking the cup and starting to put it to his lips.

"Coke and vodka." I nodded. His eyes widened and he immediately moved the cup away from his lips.

"Vodka? I thought you said that your dad told you not to drink." He sighed, giving me the cup back.

"I know, but it's fine, this isn't enough to get me drunk, and as long as I don't go home drunk, he'll never know." I shrugged.

"Y/N-."

"And you won't tell him either, will you, Peter Parker?" I asked, putting my index finger to his lips. His eyes widened slightly.

"No, I won't, but are you sure you're not drunk? You're being a lot more...intimate...than usual." He spoke, his words slightly muffled because of my finger. Peter was right, the alcohol flowing through my veins had given me a slight confidence boost, but I had made sure to not drink so much that I would do or say something stupid, like accidentally admit my real feelings for Peter to him.

"I'm fine, I promise. Let me prove it, let's dance." I smiled as I put my cup down and pulled him into the living room. His eyes widened slightly.

"Y/N, I-I'm not really a dancer." He gulped.

"Then I'll teach you." I shrugged as I hung my arms over his shoulders and pulled him closer. He gulped, his cheeks the colour of Spiderman's suit as he hesitantly put his hands on my hips and we started to sway to the music. I smiled at him, reassuring him, and I figured that it must have worked as he gave me a small smile in return and curled his hands slightly further around my waist, bringing me closer to his body. We danced for what felt like forever, everything else seemingly melting away so that it was just me and him. And it was perfect. I looked up at him, making him look down at me and smile gently. I returned it, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I subtly looked down at his lips. It took everything in me not to kiss him, but I'd be damned if I let my alcohol-numbed head ruin my friendship with Peter. His smile dipped slightly.

"You okay?" he yelled over the music. I looked at him and gulped.

"No, I, erm, I don't feel good, I need to take a walk. Will you come with me?" I asked nervously.

"Of course I will." He nodded, a concerned look at his eye.

"Thank you." I returned his nod, making him give me a small smile as he looked around.

"Come on, then." Peter yelled, putting his hand on my lower back and leading me out of Cody's house.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted." I sighed as we stepped into the cool night air, making me hiss slightly as the frosty breeze bit at my naked arms. Peter looked at me as we walked.

"You cold?" he asked.

"No...I just...like to hug myself sometimes." I shrugged, looking down.

"Liar." Peter chuckled as he unbuttoned his flannel shirt before shrugging it off, leaving him in one of his science pun t-shirts as he hung the flannel on my shoulders.

"Peter, you don't have to, you're going to be cold now." I sighed.

"Yeah, well, you're wearing less, so you win." He chuckled, looking down at me. I returned it and nodded, gulping as Peter shoved his hands into his jean pockets as we walked, making his surprisingly strong biceps flex slightly.

"So, um, what do you think of Cody?" he asked, looking at the ground. I shrugged.

"He's okay, I guess. He's no Peter Parker." I smiled, making him laugh and look at me.

"I don't know. He's fine, he's a decent friend, I guess." I spoke, pulling Peter's flannel on fully and folding my arms over my chest, my arms now in the shirt.

"So, um, you don't like-like him or anything?" he gulped. I looked at him.

"Why? I mean, no, he's nothing more than a friend, but why are you so interested?" I smiled.

"Nothing, I just...I don't know, I've had a couple of run-ins with him in the past and he's just always seemed to be a bit of a jerk." He shrugged.

"I can see that." I nodded before looking up at him.

"Is there anyone you like?" I smiled, though my heart fluttering in my chest told me that I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to know the answer. Peter's eyes widened slightly and he looked at me.

"Um...n-no, not anyone recently, anyway." He shrugged. I raised an eyebrow.

"Not recently? So, you have had a crush in the past?" I asked.

"I mean, yeah, but it didn't work out." He spoke.

"What happened?" I asked. He sighed.

"Couple years ago, I had a crush on this girl called Liz. She invited me to one of her parties and I asked her out to homecoming, but that's about as far as it went, because I had to fi-um, something came up both times and so I couldn't go." He explained. My eyebrows furrowed at his sudden interruption of himself, but I shook it off.

"Then, her dad, um, did something illegal, I can't remember what, and so she moved to Oregon with her family. I haven't had another crush since." He shrugged, looking down at me. I nodded and looked down, my heart dropping at him admitting that he didn't like anyone. Not even me.

"What about you? If Cody isn't your type, who is?" he asked, gently nudging my shoulder with his and making me smile.

"I don't know if I have a crush on anyone. I don't think I've been here long enough to have developed feelings for anyone." I lied, shrugging, because I'd be damned if I lost Peter as a friend because I liked him and he didn't feel the same way. Peter's smile dipped slightly and he looked down, the same way that I had done when he had said he didn't like anyone. I looked down as my phone buzzed, showing a text from happy.

Happy: You ready to be picked up? Where are you?

"Peter, where are we?" I asked, looking at him. He looked around.

"Um...corner of thirty first street. Why?" he asked.

"My uncle needs to know where to pick me up from." I shrugged before looking at him.

"Will you stay with me until he gets here?" I asked.

"Of course I will, Y/N." he chuckled. I returned it and sat down on the sidewalk, Peter sitting next to me as I typed out a message to Happy, telling him where I was, before pressing send.

"I don't know, I guess he just appeared one day." Peter shrugged as we sat side by side on the curb, talking about Spiderman.

"I heard that he got bitten by a radioactive spider, and that's how he got his powers." I stated. Peter looked at me.

"That's exactly what ha-what I heard too." He spoke, cutting himself off for the second time that night. I looked at him.

"You okay?" I chuckled.

"I'm fantastic." He nodded. I returned it.

"The radioactive spider is a pretty common theory. I don't really care how it happened, I just think he's cool." I chuckled. Peter looked at me and smiled.

"You know him?" he asked. I looked at him and my eyebrows furrowed slightly, as something in the way he was looking at me told me that he somehow knew the answer, but my coke and vodka from earlier was still making my head slightly dizzy, so I shook it off as that.

"I don't know him, he saved me after school one day, when I got mugged." I nodded. Peter's eyes widened.

"You got mugged?!" he exclaimed, turning his body to face me. I looked at him, still not able to shake the feeling that he somehow knew that already, but there was no way for him to.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he scoffed.

"What would have been the point? You would have just worried about me, and whilst that's so sweet, you couldn't do anything about it. Anyway, I'm fine, it was just some creep who wanted my bag, but Spiderman came along and webbed him up. It was pretty cool, actually." I chuckled. He sighed and nodded, letting a small smile creep onto his lips as he stared ahead again.

"It sounds it." He nodded as a black car rolled up the street and stopped a few yards away from us.

"That'll be my uncle." I sighed, standing up and brushing my clothes off. Peter nodded and also stood up before looking at me.

"I, erm, I know we weren't at the party for long,-a-and that's okay, but I just wanted to say that I had a really nice time with you tonight." He gulped, looking timidly at me.

"So did I, Peter. It's always nice to hang out with you." I smiled before wrapping my arms around his neck. Peter returned it surprisingly quickly, slightly burying his face in my neck with his hands rested on my lower back. I reluctantly pulled away from the hug.

"I'll see you on Monday, Pete." I smiled as I moved out of his grip.

"See you then." He returned as I walked to the car. I gave him one last small smile before climbing into the car, prompting Happy to start driving. He looked at me through the rear mirror.

"It looks like you're getting pretty close to Peter, huh." He spoke, trying not to smile. I looked at him before looking at my lap as a pink dusting spread over my cheeks.

"Shut up and drive, Happy." I mumbled, making him chuckle as he drove away from the street.

I opened the door and crept in, my heels in my hands as I quietly clicked the door shut. I turned around and took a deep breath. I couldn't help but smile at the events of the evening.

"Had a good time?" I looked up and smiled as Natasha walked towards me from the living room.

"Yeah, it was fun." I nodded. She returned it before looking at what I was wearing. Her lips curled into a smirk.

"Y/N, whose shirt is that?" she asked, biting her lip. I looked down and my eyes widened as I realised that I was still wearing Peter's flannel shirt. Shit. I looked back up at Natasha, making her purse her lips together and raise an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

"Peter and I left the party early, and it was really cold, so Peter gave me his shirt because he saw that I was cold." I explained.

"Did he have something on underneath it?" she smirked.

"Nat, oh my god, you're almost as bad as dad, of course he had something on underneath it, Jesus." I groaned.

"Uh huh. Night, honey." She smirked before heading downstairs into my dad's robotics lab. I rolled my eyes and headed upstairs, rushing into my room before anyone else saw me in Peter's shirt.

"FRIDAY, lock the door." I demanded as I shut it. I walked into my wardrobe to grab my pyjamas, passing my full-length mirror as I went. I briefly looked at the mirror before stopping and moving so that I was in its full view. I bit my lip and looked at myself wearing Peter's shirt. Obviously, it was a bit too big, the sleeves went past my hands by a centimetre or two, and the length was just shorter than my dress, but I didn't mind. I smiled to myself, pulling it further around my body before heading back into my room.

Peter's P.O.V

"May? You still up?" Peter asked as he opened the door to their apartment and walked in.

"You're home early. Is everything okay?" May asked, coming into Peter's view as she walked into the living room.

"Yeah, it was actually pretty fun, but Y/N felt sick, so I left early with her, and before you start, I don't want any comments about the fact that I left with her." He warned, shaking his head and holding up his finger. May smiled and bit her lip.

"Actually, I was going to make a comment about the fact that you're lacking the shirt that you left with." She nodded. Peter looked down and his eyes widened as all he saw was his science pun t-shirt.

"Crap, I gave it to Y/N because she was cold, and I forgot to ask for it back." He groaned.

"Peter, honey, we both know that you're going to let Y/N keep your shirt." May nodded, giggling to herself as Peter slumped down on the couch.

"You know, I remember the first time your uncle Ben gave me his shirt to wear when it was cold and I hadn't brought a jacket on our date." She chuckled.

"Difference is that Y/N isn't my girlfriend." Peter scoffed, shaking his head as he looked over the back of the sofa at May.

"Yet." She mumbled, making Peter roll his eyes and blush as he turned the TV on.