Fine, Thanks

"Well damn, baby boy, you must be Shakira, 'cause these hips don't lie," a deep voice behind him rumbled. "Need a dance partner, sweetheart? You're looking a little lonely out here."

Peter attempted to recover from the surprise. He was hardly ever caught off guard by people behind him or anything of the sort. His spider sense hadn't alerted him of anyone, so it definitely made him jump. In his quick moment of anxiety, Peter's lip got caught between his teeth. He was about to turn around to decline the man, tell him that he was fine, thanks. But before he could, he lost the confidence and courage to.

...

Peter Parker is far too busy to be bothered. His plate is full with a serial killer investigation, as well as his final year of college, his shitty boss, and his inability to pay his bills on time. What he doesn't need is some loud mouthed merc worming into his life, and consequently, his heart. He doesn't need a boyfriend or anything from anyone.

Except, he does.