Tom Holland Spider-Man (Peter Parker) x Female Reader
Setting: Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)
The first thing Peter Parker noticed wasn't that you were the new student.
It was your smile.
You stood beside the guidance counselor, clutching your schedule while nervously looking around Midtown School of Science and Technology. The morning sun streamed through the windows behind you, making you look like you'd walked straight out of a movie.
Peter blinked.
"...Whoa."
"What?" Ned asked, following Peter's gaze.
Peter pointed ever so slightly.
"The new girl."
Ned looked over before grinning.
"Oh, dude..."
"What?"
"I know that face."
"I don't have a face."
"You absolutely have a face."
Peter quickly looked away.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Mhm."
---
The rest of the day was torture.
Every class Peter hoped you'd walk into...
You didn't.
Every hallway he thought he'd bump into you...
Nothing.
Then lunchtime arrived.
"There she is!" Ned whispered dramatically.
Peter nearly dropped his lunch tray.
You had just walked into the cafeteria, scanning the room before finding an empty seat.
Peter's heart pounded.
"I should go say hi."
"Definitely."
"What do I say?"
"'Hi.'"
"What if she thinks I'm weird?"
"Peter."
"What if—"
"Go."
Peter inhaled deeply.
"Right."
He grabbed his tray and confidently started walking toward you.
You can do this.
Just be normal.
You're normal.
As he passed Flash Thompson's table, Flash intentionally stuck his foot out.
Peter caught it.
Normally, his spider-sense would've saved him.
Unfortunately...
He was too busy staring at you.
"Whoa—!"
His tray launched into the air.
Milk exploded.
French fries flew like confetti.
A slice of pizza smacked him right in the face.
The entire cafeteria went silent.
Then...
Laughter erupted.
Flash doubled over.
"Dude! Parker just got attacked by his own lunch!"
Peter stood frozen.
Milk dripped from his hoodie.
A fry slid off his shoulder.
"...Great."
He wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
---
You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh.
Not because you were making fun of him...
But because the whole thing was weirdly adorable.
He looked so embarrassed.
Poor guy.
You stood up and walked over.
Peter slowly looked up, expecting another joke.
Instead...
You handed him a napkin.
"I think your pizza lost."
Peter stared.
"...Thanks."
"You okay?"
"I've...been better."
You giggled.
"It happens."
Peter rubbed the back of his neck.
"I'm usually not...this..."
He gestured toward himself.
"...covered in milk."
"I figured."
Another laugh escaped you.
Peter thought it was the prettiest sound he'd ever heard.
"I'm Peter."
"I know."
His eyes widened.
"You do?"
"You answered three questions in chemistry today."
"Oh."
"You seem really smart."
Peter's cheeks turned bright red.
"You think so?"
"I do."
He smiled so hard his face hurt.
Ned, watching from across the cafeteria, silently pumped his fist.
----
"I'm Y/N."
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."
There was an awkward silence.
Peter desperately searched his brain for something cool to say.
Instead...
"So..."
"So?"
"...I like...science."
You blinked.
"...Me too."
"Oh."
Another pause.
Peter mentally screamed.
Say something!
Anything!
Why are words so difficult?
You smiled softly.
"You know..."
"What?"
"I think it's kind of cute."
Peter frowned.
"What is?"
"That you're trying so hard."
His entire brain stopped working.
"C-Cute?"
"Mhm."
"You don't think I'm...awkward?"
"Oh, you're definitely awkward."
Peter's smile immediately disappeared.
"...But..."
"It makes you genuine."
His heart nearly exploded.
----
"Do you have a pen?" you asked.
Peter quickly searched every pocket he had.
"Uh...yeah!"
He handed it to you.
"What are you—"
Before he could finish, you gently took his arm.
Peter forgot how to breathe.
You carefully wrote a string of numbers across his forearm.
When you finished, you capped the pen.
"There."
Peter stared at his arm.
"...Is this..."
"My number."
His eyes became impossibly wide.
"You...gave me your number?"
You nodded.
"I figured if you were brave enough to survive that cafeteria disaster..."
You smiled warmly.
"...You'd probably be brave enough to text me."
Peter looked from the number...
Back to you...
Then back to the number.
"I..."
His voice cracked.
"I definitely will."
"I was hoping you'd say that."
The bell rang.
"I've gotta go."
You started walking away before glancing over your shoulder.
"Oh..."
"Peter?"
"Yeah?"
"I liked the dramatic entrance."
You winked.
"It was memorable."
Then you disappeared into the hallway.
----
Peter stood completely frozen.
Still staring at the numbers on his arm.
Ned sprinted over.
"DID SHE JUST GIVE YOU HER NUMBER?!"
Peter slowly nodded.
"I think..."
He looked down again.
"...I think she did."
Ned grabbed Peter by the shoulders.
"PETER PARKER!"
"I KNOW!"
Peter couldn't stop smiling.
He didn't even care that his hoodie still smelled like spoiled milk.
Because somehow...
Making a complete fool of himself had led to meeting the girl he couldn't stop thinking about.
