Dear Mr. Parker,

Tis Cute

Ms. May thankfully saved me. 

"Hey, Y/N honey, whatcha doing?" she asks, seeing me.

"Just sitting," I shrug.

"Why?" she looks concerned.

"Oh, I can't leave," I explain, turning my head.

"Why?" she says much more concerned now

Praying she knew about the Spiderman thing, I explain, "Peter, very lovingly, stuck me to the table and then dipped out the window." 

"Oh my gosh, that boy," she sighs.

"I know," I laugh. Peter chooses the best possible moment to come back, this one. 

"PETER, unweb Y/N now," May says, annoyed.

"Sorry, sorry," he says, sprinting to his room and coming out with a vial. He pours it on my wrist and it dissolves. May at some point leaves.

"Okay, one thing," I sigh. "Mr. Stark thinks I, y'know, did it, with Spiderman."

"Oh God," he looks panicked. "Is that why my phone blowing up?"

"Yes!" I also panic.

"Hey, want me to take you to a rooftop?" he asks.

"Heh?" I ask to clarify. 

"Do you want me to swing you to a rooftop?" he repeats.

"Ooh, yes," I say, excitement super clearly. 

He pulls his mask on, sits on the window ledge and holds his hand out for me. I grab and he pulls me close, holds me tight and falls out the window. We're free falling for a bit before he shoots out a web and saves from both dying a pretty painful, concrete death. We pretty much fly across Queens and eventually the city. We finally land on top of Stark Tower and he sets me down. I take two steps away and then go back and hug him. We sit on the edge, our feet hanging off the edge.

"If I fall, you're catching me," I tell him. He just laughs and nods his head. He pulls his mask off. "Wait, you're secret identity!" I point out.

"Mr. Stark installed this cool thing. Nobody can see here up here and all people taking pictures have to be authorized," he explains.

"Do you think I'm authorized?" I ask.

"Oh, yeah, for sure," he smiles.

"Wanna test it?" I ask, pulling out my phone that miraculously stayed in my pocket. I switch it to selfie mode and go to take a picture. I think what will look fun. 

I kiss Peter's cheek and snap the photo with his reaction. It saves.

"Look, I'm authorized," I say, pulling up the photo that saves.

"Uh huh," he says, definitely in shock.

Hey, okay, I know that was a little mean, but come on, he's hot! "I, uhm, what was that for?" he stutters.

"What?" I ask.

"I, you, kissed me," he says.

"Yep. You're cute," I smile.

"You're cute, too," he smiles back. 

We keep sitting on the ledge but now we're sitting closer together. It's a lovely night.