Peter and (Y/N) started walking from school talking mostly small talk. What classes they were taking, found out they both had wood shop and chem lab together.

"So why'd you switch to Midtown Tech?" Peter asked, walking down the steps to the subway.

"My Dad has always wanted me to follow in his footsteps. So when he got a job in Queens we picked up everything and came out here, and he put me at Midtown Tech so I can focus on my engineering skills." (Y/N) shared while using her metro card.

"And you don't want to?" Peter asked, rubbing his arm. The more time he spent with her the more attractive the girl next to him got. He continuously was getting overwhelmed by how much prettier she was getting to him.

"No.. I don't know. I mean, I don't know what I want to do for the rest of my life. I like photos and art and reading but I don't know what any of that can be as a solid career." (Y/N) said, "I just want to find something I'm really passionate about. And I haven't found that yet. But I'm just a big believer in you shouldn't do things you aren't passionate about."

"That's a good mindset." Peter said. Smiling at his clammy hands.

"What about you?" (Y/N) turned, leaning against a streetlight.

"What about me?" Peter asked.

"Do you know what you want to do?" (Y/N) pressed.

"Uh, I think so. I mean I actually have the, uh," Peter fumbled.

"The Stark internship, yeah. That's really cool. But what do you want to do for him?" She asked. The subway came screeching just then flying Peters hair into a frenzy and (Y/N) found it very hard to keep from vomiting on him because of how attractive it was.

"Um, well. I, uh, just stay at Mr. Stark's side really like you know watching how he creates the technology for his suits and the other suits and tech for the Avengers." Peter explained. Boarding the subway quickly.

"That's really awesome! See, that's something to be passionate about. I was never really into superheroes growing up, but seeing the Avengers do what they do, that's amazing." (Y/N) sighed, "I would die if I could suddenly gain superpowers."

"Tell me about it." Peter kept a smug grin on his face, (Y/N) thought he may be making fun of her. She hit him playfully on the arm.

"Don't give me that face! Don't act like you never wanted to be a superhero." (Y/N) laughed, but also noting that when she hit him he had very toned biceps. It's like he's asking for her to have a crush on him.

"Of course! What little kid wouldn't?" Peter said and she hit him again, "What was that one for?"

"For telling me my dreams are childish." (Y/N) crossed her arms, "I could be like Black Widow if I wanted to."

"I have no doubt." Peter smiled. While Peter was looking down, (Y/N) took the opportunity to look at his profile, take the boy's face in a little bit.

 "So, you said you live with your aunt, where do you guys live?" (Y/N) asked, not giving up on his conversation.

 "Uh, like in an apartment off of 23rd street?" Peter said.

 "Oh really? That's like 2 blocks away from me." (Y/N) said. 

 "No way! 21 or 25?" Peter asked.

 "21st Street, like right across from Delmar Sandwiches and next to that Chase ATM?" (Y/N) said.

 "Yeah, I know exactly where that is. I was actually going to Delmar's right after this." Peter straightened his backpack, getting ready to get off the train, "I go every day after school."

 "Me too, I mean now, my mom just started working for him at nights as his bookkeeper." (Y/N) said.

 "He's the best." Peter laughed, getting off the subway (Y/N) behind him. Suddenly Peter started moving a lot faster, "Think he has a crush on my Aunt though."

 "Peter, I've seen one photo of your Aunt and I have a crush on her." (Y/N) laughed, "I can't really blame him."

 "Stop!" Peter whined, running down the steps and out to the street. Mr. Delmar's was a block away.

 "I can't help it, she just seems like such a nice lady." (Y/N) put her hands up.

 "Well get in line behind everyone else in Queens, okay." Peter picked up the pace in his steps.

 "I'll gladly wait for that woman." (Y/N) played around. Peter laughed, rolling his eyes.

 "I think she would like you," Peter said, surprising himself that he said it out loud.

 "Thank you. I hope I can meet her soon." (Y/N) said, Peter wondered how she stayed so calm. But realizing it was probably because he was alone in his affections.

 Earlier that day, after lunch, Ned even elbowed Peter about how cute (Y/N) was. Then he said he hadn't really noticed. Ned only rolled his eyes and said she may be a good homecoming date. But Peter was way too scared to do something like ask a girl to homecoming.

 "Yeah definitely." Peter said, "Ok, favorite Delmar sandwich order?" 

 "Number 5, easily. I haven't tried everything but that's been my favorite so far." (Y/N) shrugged, Peter motioned to his head and then a fist pump out. 

 "Yes! Yes! Now you have to meet Aunt May, she's been trying to tell me the Number 9 is better for years." Peter said.

 "Ew, doesn't that one have way too many onions and a weird bread?" (Y/N) said, making an ick face.

 "Yes, exactly. Eck." Peter said, (Y/N) repeated the noise. He noticed that it was much easier to talk to her than any other girl he had tried to talk to. He always thought he had a very specific type of girl he liked, like Liz Allan, but maybe he was wrong.

They continued to joke and talk about things that make them go "eck." And every time they would make the noise louder. So much so that a stranger told Peter to shut up. The two just laughed harder because of it. They ran across the street with their backpacks to finally make it to Delmar's.

 "Hey, what's up?" Peter said to the guy outside, Jaime. 

 "Hey, man." Jaime responded, Peter smiled. They both walked in.

 "What's up, Mr. Delmar?" Peter said, walking in. (Y/N) stayed behind a bit but close enough to Peter that it was obvious they came together.

 "Hey, Mr. Parker." Mr. Delmar smiled, leaning against his counter,

 "Number 5, right?" Kalen in the back said.

 "Yeah, with pickles and could you smush it down real flat? Thanks." Peter said his routine order. 

 "You got it, boss. For both of you?" Kalen added, looking at the girl amused with the Murph the cat.

 "Number 5, too but I don't need mine smushed down." (Y/N) said. 

 "Ms. (Y/L/N)! Does your mother know you're hanging out with this hoodrat? I mean I know you're desperate for friends but c'mon." Mr. Delmar joked.

 "Yeah, between you and me I don't know about this one." (Y/N) played along. 

 "I'm seeing you tonight for doing your homework in here, right? I better see some work done not any oggling about this idiot." Mr. Delmar waved his hand. (Y/N) felt the heat rise to her face, as much as she tried to play it cool her body wouldn't let her.

 "Me? Never! Of course, I'll be in here." (Y/N) smiled awkwardly and kept her face toward the cat. Peter saw how red her face got, he was staring at her really. His insides starting doing backflips.

 "How's your aunt?" Mr. Delmar pulled Peter's attention away.

"Yeah, she's all right." Peter grabbed some gummy candies off the shelf and put them on the counter.

"Ella es una mujer italiana muy caliente." Mr. Delmar laughed to his co-worker. (Y/N) knew what that meant, and aparently so did Peter.

"Como esta tu hija, eh?" Peter crossed his arms and got an extremely cocky grin on his face that only mad (Y/N) more flustered than to begin with. She laughed. He was so cool, and it was like he didn't even try.

"10 dollars." Mr. Delmar frowned. Peter's mouth dropped.

"It's 5 dollars!" Peter pointed to the menu.

"For that comment 10 dollars, you're paying for (Y/N)." Mr. Delmar demanded.

"C'mon I'm joking, I'm joking." Peter pulled out his wallet, "Lucky, I was going to pay for (Y/N) anyway."

Peter hands him the $10, then reaches behind (Y/N) to pet Murph.

"What's up, Murph?" Peter said, then became suddenly very aware of how close he was to (Y/N) and even though she had no problem with this it was like his insides exploded and he backed off.

"So, how's school?" Mr. Delmar asked.

"It's boring, got better things to do." Peter said packing his stuff in his backpack.

"Stay in school, kids. Otherwise you're gunna end up like me." Mr. Delmar motioned to his sandwich shop.

"This is great, I don't know what you're talking about?" (Y/N) hushed him, grabbing her own sandwich, the one that looked more inflated than Peter's.

"Best sandwiches in Queens." Mr. Delmar added on their way out.

"Alright, well uh," Peter looked around when they got to the crosswalk, "I've got to run, I have a lot of homework tonight."

"Yeah, yeah, me too." (Y/N) said, looking at her doorstep to her apartment building.

"But, uh, I'm free later. I was thinking if you're going to be at Mr. Delmars doing homework I could maybe come help you out? Not that you need it, I just-" Peter started rambling.

"I could use all the help possible. I'm gunna be here from like 6 til my mom leaves for the night which will be around 10. So anytime in there, I'd love for you to come by." (Y/N) said.

"Cool, uh yeah." Peter said, stepping out into the street, "I'll see you later then?"

"Yeah, sounds good!" (Y/N) started turning around when she heard a honk and turned back. Peter had almost gotten hit by a car. She laughed to herself, he wasn't like everyone else.