Y/N's P.O.V

Peter and I sat in chemistry class, behind Ned and Michelle.

"Okay, ten minutes to finish the notes, quiet, please." Mr Harrington spoke, making everyone get on with their work.

"So..." Michelle spoke as she turned around and looked at Peter and I.

"Where did you two disappear off to on Saturday?" she smirked. My eyebrows furrowed.

"What do you mean?" Peter chuckled.

"Don't play innocent, everyone noticed that you two snuck off during Cody's party." She spoke, wriggling her eyebrows suggestively. I rolled my eyes.

"I got a bit claustrophobic, so we left the party early. We did try to find you and tell you where we were going." I nodded.

"Uh huh, sure that's where you went." Ned smiled.

"Not you too, dude." Peter groaned.

"I'm just saying, literally no one at the party was surprised that you guys disappeared together. Quite a few rumours actually started because of it." Ned nodded. My eyes widened as Peter and I looked at each other.

"What rumours?" he gulped.

"You guys disappeared together at a party, what do you think?" Michelle smirked, making both of us blush and look down at our work. Suddenly, I remembered what was in my bag. I sighed, knowing that neither of us would live this down, but I had to give it back.

"Um, Pete?" I spoke, unzipping my bag and pulling his shirt out.

"Hmm?" he asked, looking at me.

"I, um, thought you'd want this back." I gulped, holding out the shirt. Peter's eyes widened and he turned bright red as he looked at the shirt.

"Um, you can, erm, keep it if you like, it was kind of too small for me anyway." He lied, refusing to look at Ned and Michelle as they smirked.

"Oh, thanks." I nodded, secretly slightly relieved that I was being allowed to keep my best friend's comfortable shirt as I put it away again. I looked back up to see Ned and Michelle just staring at us.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, don't even try to act innocent, you disappear off at the party, you then appear with Peter's shirt, that he then lies about being too small so that you can keep it, and you're telling me there's nothing going on between you?" she scoffed.

"I didn't lie about it being too small." Peter protested.

"And, there's nothing going on." I shrugged.

"Yeah, right, to both of those bullcrap statements." She scoffed again as the bell went.

"Damn, saved by the bell." Michelle chuckled as we stood up.

"What do you mean? You already interrogated us on our relationship status." I scoffed.

"Oh, I wasn't done." She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows again. I sighed and looked at Peter, making him give me a small smile as the four of us walked out of class and towards the school doors.

"So, anyone got any plans for after school? Specifically, Y/N and Peter?" Michelle continued to tease.

"No. I'm free." Peter stated before nudging my shoulder. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows, hinting for him to continue.

"You, erm, you want to come over for a bit? Just to hang out." Peter shrugged as we walked out of the school doors and down the steps.

"I'd love to, Pete, but I've got to go to the bank." I nodded. He squinted his eyes at me.

"Why are you going to the bank, little miss adult?" he smiled, making me laugh and shrug.

"Well, I got loads of money for my sixteenth, and I haven't had a chance to cash it in yet, and my dad reminded me today, so I figured I'd do it after school." I replied. He nodded slowly, his eyes still squinted in suspicion.

"Uh huh, sure. If you don't want to hang out, just say." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes and smiled as I dug the brown envelope of cash out of my bag and showed him. His eyes widened.

"Oh, my god, that's a lot of cash." He scoffed.

"Yeah, um, rich relatives." I nodded. He returned it and held his hands up in defeat.

"Okay, you were right, I was wrong, you're going to the bank, see you tomorrow." He chuckled.

"Bye, Peter." I smiled before starting to walk off in the opposite direction to him. I looked back over my shoulder and bit my lip as I saw him chuckle and shake his head before walking the other way.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter sat on the edge of the roof, looking out over Queens as he waited for something to happen.

"Check the police scanners, please, Karen, let's see if we can help lighten their load." He nodded. His eyes widened suddenly as he heard an alarm and his head jolted to the sound to see a group of men dressed in all black, breaking into a building.

"What am I looking at, Karen?" he asked, standing to his feet before crouching down, one hand in the air and the other between his feet so that he was ready to jump.

"Bank robbery, five hostiles, twenty civilians, including staff." She spoke.

"Oh, hell yes!" he laughed before jumping off of the roof, shooting a web as he went so that he soared through the air instead of falling. He flew towards the bank, slightly racing police cars as he went. But obviously, he was going to get there first. He let go of his web and flew towards the ground, somehow managing to fly through one of the glass doors broken by the thugs and land swiftly on his feet, making the hostages gasp. He stood up and put his hands on his hips as he looked at the thugs, who hadn't noticed his presence yet.

"Hey guys, did you forget your pin number?" He asked, making them whip around to look at him. One of the men fired a bullet at Peter, which he dodged with ease before shooting a web at the gun.

"Yoink." He spoke as he pulled the gun from his hands before firing another web at the man, trapping him against the wall. He did the same thing that he'd done to the first thug to another one, raising his eyebrows slightly under the mask as the thug scowled and held onto his gun so that Peter was practically dragging the man towards him.

"You don't want to let me have your toy? You're no fun." Peter chuckled before kicking the man in the face once he was close enough and knocking him unconscious, leaving three of the men left. He took a brief moment to look at the hostages, but his white eyes widened as he saw her in the mix. Y/N.

"Oh, crap." He mumbled before hearing a yell. He looked forwards again and his eyes widened as one of the thugs pointed his gun at him.

"Oh, crap!" he yelled as the man fired the gun, not giving Peter enough time to dodge it so that it hit him in the chest. He "oofed" slightly as the bullet hit his metal Spiderman logo, making it ricochet off of Peter's body, but the logo started to spark.

"Great. Karen, web bomb." He demanded, shooting a bomb. It exploded, trapping two of the three men left against the wall as the third came at him.

"Is that Y/N? The girl you like?" Karen asked in Peter's ear as the man launched himself at Peter.

"Yes, but it's really not the time, Karen." He replied, his voice slightly strained as he dodged the man, making him run right past him.

"She's right there, Peter, and you've just saved her life. This is your chance." She insisted as Peter grabbed the man's shoulders and yanked down, knocking him to the floor.

"Not now, Karen!" Peter exclaimed before turning to the hostages. His eyes widened slightly as they all looked at him in confusion.

"It, erm...Karen is my...um...never mind, is everyone okay?" he asked. Everyone nodded and stood up slowly. Peter looked at Y/N and couldn't help but blush under his mask as she looked at him in admiration.

"Thank you, Spiderman. My dad would have killed me if I lost this money." She chuckled.

"It's okay, all part of the job." He nodded, trying to play it cool.

"Now's your chance, Peter. Kiss her." Karen spoke. Peter's eyes widened.

"What?! Karen, I'm not going to-." He quickly stopped talking as he noticed Y/N's furrowed eyebrows and an amused smile on her face.

"Um, sorry, that was just my AI, Karen." He gulped.

"I figured." She chuckled.

"Yeah, erm...see everyone later." He spoke before shooting his web and firing out of the building before he could say anything else embarrassing in front of Y/N.

Peter puffed out as he climbed into his bedroom through his window and shut it behind him. He pulled off his mask, his hair messy as he threw the red fabric onto his bed. He quickly got out of his suit, pulling it down his body and legs before replacing it with a sweater and a pair of jeans. He grabbed his phone and smiled as he had a text from Y/N.

Y/N: Oh my god! You'll never guess what just happened! Spiderman totally just saved the bank from a robbery! OH, MY GOOOOOD!

Peter laughed, biting his lip at the cute text before shutting his phone off and grabbing his suit. He sighed and looked at the logo, that was still sparking as a result of the impact of the bullet.

"Karen, you might need to walk me through repairing this properly." He spoke as he sat down at his desk, sprawling the fabric out in front of him. He turned his desk lamp on and also grabbed a torch for good measure. He held the torch in between his lips as he pried the logo off, revealing a couple of broken wires.

"Crap." He mumbled as he started to fiddle with them. He hissed and harshly pulled his finger away as one of the lose wires gave him an electric shock.

"Motherf-." His voice trailed off as he studied the damage again. He sighed and removed the torch from his mouth so that he could talk to Karen.

"Karen, what's the easiest way to fix the suit without Mr Stark finding out?" Peter asked.

"Why don't you want Mr Stark to find out?" she asked.

"He just...he can't know that I got shot, especially because of a girl." He mumbled, studying the damage.

"But it wasn't just a girl, it was Y/N-."

"Easiest way, Karen." He groaned, putting the torch back in between his lips.

"A soldering iron." She spoke, making Peter's eyes widen.

"I don't have a freaking soldering iron?!" he exclaimed, his words muffled because of the torch.

"Peter? Y/N's here!" his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, allowing the torch to fall to the desk.

"Crap, crap, crap!" he hissed quietly as he shot up, grabbing his suit as he went. He looked around his room, frantically looking for a good hiding spot for it. He gulped and shoved it under his bed sheets before putting the covers back over. He rushed to his desk and hid the Spiderman logo as his door opened and Y/N walked in.

"Hey, you." She chuckled.

"Hey, this is an...unexpected surprise." He smiled. She looked at him.

"A good one, though, right?" she smiled.

"Course." He returned. She chuckled and shook her head.

"So, what's this about Spiderman saving the bank?" Peter asked. He couldn't help but feel a bit smug about it, he just wanted to hear what Y/N thought of it. Her eyes widened.

"Oh, my god, so I'm just stood in the bank, minding my own business, and these guys just come in and start shooting at the ceiling, but then, like, five seconds later, Spiderman comes in and is like-." Peter couldn't help but zone out Y/N's beautiful voice in favour of just watching her speak. He couldn't help but smile at how engrossed she was in the story, her hands moving wildly to imitate what had happened and her wide smile joining in.

"And then Spiderman snatched the gun and was like "Yoink!" It was so cool..." Peter's smile widened as she continued to talk. God, he was falling for her. Hard. Not like he would ever admit that to her. He subtly looked down at her lips, Y/N too engrossed in her story to notice Peter's actions as he admired the way her lips curled, her attempt to stop her smile from growing failing.

"So, yeah, that's how Spiderman saved the bank." She finished, taking a much-needed break before plopping herself down onto his bed. Peter's eyes widened slightly, but Y/N didn't seem to notice the bumps that were his suit as she looked down at the plastic bag in her hands.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I got you this." She spoke, taking out what looked like a wrapped sandwich and handing it to Peter. He looked down and couldn't help but smile at the "Delmar's" sticker was holding the wrinkled white paper around the sandwich. He looked back at Y/N.

"What's this for?" he chuckled.

"Just a little thank you for helping me with that math homework. I got your favourite, cheese and crushed pickles." She shrugged. Peter let his smile widen.

"Y/N, that's so sweet, but you didn't need to do that." He chuckled.

"It's okay, I wanted to. Anyway, I was in the neighbourhood, I figured that I'd bring you a snack before you go out on your "extra-curricular activities"." She teased, mimicking the speech marks with her fingers. Peter chuckled and looked down.

"Well, thank you. I'll have to pay you back with another sandwich now." He smiled. She laughed as she stood up, her laughter like music to Peter's ears.

"Hell no, Parker, we're even now." She chuckled before heading out of Peter's room. He followed behind, following her to the front door as she opened it.

"Nice to see you, May." She smiled.

"Always a pleasure, hun." May returned, looking at Peter and raising her eyebrow.

"Don't say anything." He mouthed, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head before looking back at Y/N.

"I'll see you tomorrow, for the trip." He nodded.

"See you then." She returned, giving him a small smile before leaving the apartment and walking down the stairs. Peter shut the door and looked down at the sandwich.

"What's that?" May asked, nodding to the wrapped food in his hand.

"Oh, um, Y/N bought me a sandwich, to say thanks for the homework." He nodded. May bit her lip and smirked.

"Something you want to say?" Peter scoffed.

"Yeah. That's a love sandwich." She giggled, making Peter blush hard.

"May?!" he groaned.

"I'm just saying, Delmar's isn't on her way home. That sandwich means something." She chuckled before going back to washing the dishes. Peter gulped and looked down, but couldn't help but smile at the thought that May might be right.

Y/N's P.O.V

I sighed as I got into my room and threw my bag down before lying back onto my bed. I looked at my phone and smiled as it was a text from Peter.

Peter: Sandwich was really good, lol. Also, glad you're okay. You know, from the robbery :).

I smiled and leant against my stack of pillows.

"Is that the boy you like? Peter?" FRIDAY asked.

"Lower your voice, FRIDAY, I don't want my dad to hear." I sighed.

"Is it, though?" she asked. I sighed and bit my lip.

"Yeah, it's Peter. The boy that I like." I admitted.