😱Alibi Headcannon! How would Peter react to R wearing a spiderman shirt?
You’d gotten it in one of those joke Christmas gift exchanges, and honestly had to hold in the incredulous giggles which threatened to give away that this gift landing in your lap was nothing less than fate having a laugh.
Even though you’d made a mental note to send a cute picture to Peter later that night, the egg nog and holiday cheer got the better of your memory. The shirt ended up at the bottom of your bag, only to be seen again when you were in a rush to find something to wear to class.
When you pulled the shirt out, you grinned and threw it over a tight long-sleeved undershirt. Zip-up hoodie in place, you dashed to class and waited for Peter to walk in and see it.
He walked into the lecture hall, two coffees in his hands, and his eyes immediately landed on you sitting in your usual spot. The hoodie was draped across your lap now, so he could see the shirt in half of its glory. He laughed a little too loudly from across the room before muffling it with his wrist, his reactions too keen to actually spill the coffee in his hand. He wore a cheeky smile and an amused sparkle in his eye as he approached up the stairs and slid in next to you.
“Whahat on earth are you wearing?” He laughed and set your coffee down beside your laptop.
“I was feeling patriotic. This is my only shirt with red, white and blue on it.”
“Oh, really?” He deadpanned, chuckling again as he pulled his own laptop out.
“Yep,” you typed the title of the lecture, which had been written on the board. “Can’t see why else anyone would want to wear a Spider-Man shi-HIRT!” You kicked your leg out and nearly yelped when Peter’s fingers pinched once at the muscle above your kneecap. You glowered over and up at him but he kept looking at his screen, smirking behind the coffee cup at his lips. “Don’t you dare.”
“Who’s gonna stop me?”
“You‘re an ass.”
“Oh, maybe Spider-Man will save you!” He whispered loudly and shot a glance down to you, giving you a wink before the lights lowered.
You rolled your eyes to the screen and started typing as the lecturer started speaking. Peter didn’t mess with you again for the rest of the class. In fact, he didn’t bother you at all until the chat window with his name popped up in the lower right corner of your screen. He‘d messaged:
Webs look good on you. You should wear them more often.