Midtown sucked.

That is exactly what (Y/N) (L/N) was thinking as she headed to her last class of the day. So far, Flash Thompson had hit on her twice, and she had gotten lost three times. She was glad for Betty Brant, who had shown her around and pointed her in the right direction. Now, she headed into Chemistry, prepared for nothing.

A stray paper flew from a nearby desk, landing at her feet. She didn't see it, and slipped.

(Y/N) hit the ground hard, taking someone with her. As she attempted to right herself, she realized that she was staring into the most gorgeous brown eyes known to man.

Those eyes belonged to a male, maybe 5'11". (Y/N) couldn't tell while they were on the ground. His brown hair had obviously been slicked back, but was now a mess draped across his forehead. His skin was a beautiful tan, dotted with freckles in places, though it was hard to tell with him blushing.

  "Uh, sorry. I, uh... slipped on a paper." (Y/N) stammered, trying to stand. The boy stared at her, blushing harder.

"Ooh! Little Petey's got himself a girlfriend!"

"Shut up, Flash," the boy said through gritted teeth, his fist making a clenching motion.

The obnoxious piece of trash known as Flash Thompson grinned at (Y/N), thinking he was so charming. "Come sit at this table with us, (Y/N). Don't bother with Puny Peter Parker here."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. "Right. Like I'd waste my time with rich brats like you and your friends, and not this boy here. Who just so happens to seem very nice, and had the courtesy to blush."

Flash gaped at her, mouth open. He then closed it and looked away, his face a furious red. (Y/N) finally managed to stand, offering her hand to the boy, whom she guessed was Peter Parker.

He accepted, still blushing. "You okay, Peter?" she asked.

"H-how did you know my name?" he stammered adorably.

"I'm psychic." said (Y/N) very seriously. Peter looked surprised, and she cracked up. "I'm sorry. Flash said it, but added the word 'Puny'. I just assumed you were the aforementioned boy."

"Oh."

"Uh.. can I sit with you? I don't, ah, have any friends."

Peter nodded, and led her to a table near the back. Already sitting there was a slightly overweight Hawaiian-looking boy, who introduced himself as The Ned. Peter rolled his eyes, muttering, "You cannot call yourself 'The Ned', dude..."

(Y/N) stared very seriously at Peter, saying in a deep voice, "I find your lack of faith disturbing."

Ned laughed, nudging Peter. "The Force is strong with this one."

Peter rolled his eyes at Ned, but grinned at her anyway. "Star Wars fan?"

(Y/N) nodded happily.

Ned gasped. "Dude, she can help us build the Lego Death Star!"

"Oh my god! You have a Lego Death Star? That is so cool! I'd love to help you guys with that."

Peter grimaced. "Can't. Stark Internship."

(Y/N) gasped. "Oh. My. God. Stark? As in TONY Stark? Oh my god! He and the Avengers are AMAZING!"

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Are you one of those fangirls who writes, ah, fan fiction?"

(Y/N) blushed, and nodded. "Nothing terrible, just a lot of saving the day. And some Scarlet Witch/Vision romance. That's about it."

Peter sighed in relief, and his eyes lit up with a question. "Do you like Spider-Man?"

She chuckled. "Do I? Of course! He's so cool! The crazy web-slinging thing he does? Pew, pew!" (Y/N) imitated the sound, punctuating each noise with the hand motion.

The brown-haired boy laughed. 'Well, it's a start.'