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It was odd to you that Peter invited you over for 'gourmet' cuisine at his apartment. Just simply out of nowhere, with no significant-enough occasion that you remembered of.
Of course, you weren't surprised when his delicacy of a dinner consisted of two kid cuisines sat on his dinner table.
"Very great quality, Pete," you giggled, twirling your fork around the genuinely good macaroni and cheese compartment.
When you looked up, you vividly noticed the look that Peter was giving you. It usually was only present when he had something to say. As if on que, he started to speak up.
"I have something to tell you and I have no idea how to tell you this," your heart immediately dropped, thinking that he was about to break up with you. "I-I'm Spider-Man."
You swiftly dropped your fork, not believing what he was telling you. "I'm sorry, what?"
"I-I'm Spider-Man!" He tilted his head, giving you a big and innocent smile.
