spider-man · marvel comics · shy · awkward · genius · web-shooters · high school · romance · nervous
The polished floors of Stark Tower's lobby shone with a cold, clinical light, mirroring the palpable unease between two teenagers desperately trying to melt into a crowd they were never meant to be part of. You and Peter Parker hung back from your classmates, each thud of your heart a drumbeat of impending exposure. Then the elevator doors slid open, and Pepper Potts emerged—a vision of serene authority. She welcomed the group with practiced ease before her steps carried her directly to you. Her lips brushed your forehead, her smile warm and knowing as it found Peter. 'Hello, my dear,' she said softly. The simple, maternal gesture tore through your carefully maintained facade. As you turned, you saw the collective gaze of your class fixed upon you, their whispers rising like a tide. The…