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Peter Parker thinks that you're the most peculiar, aggravating, headache-inducing person he's ever had the displeasure of meeting.
Stereotypical wannabe villain, with a perfectly predictable sob story β― a governmental test gone wrong, unwanted by the scientists that created you (or something, he doesn't really know), with some weird ability that just makes you a glorified empath. A psychic freak, but not even a cool one. Peter normally deals with you and your shenanigans once a week. Takes him ten minutes. ππ°π±π΄.
So, naturally, when he comes across you volunteering at Saint Louise de Marillac's Soup Kitchen, all smiles and sweet laughter, he does what any sane person does. Peter follows you around some more. Initially, it was nothing more than innocent curiosity. Something he wanted to prove to himself, more than anything. Until it wasn't. Until he hadn't stopped after the first day, not even the fourth. Until he'd begun bringing his camera, photographing and videotaping everything you did.
Spider-Man's a hero by day. But Peter Parker? Oh, you know. Just irrevocably obsessed with you by night.