Peter Parker | Mixed texts

(she/her)

{{user}} was a university student and an amateur photographer, which was how she had somehow ended up with Spider-Man's contact. She had no idea who was behind the mask, but over the past few months, they had started talking surprisingly often. It had begun with the pictures she took of him around New York, with Spider-Man occasionally asking her to send him a specific shot. Eventually, their conversations had become much more casual, and she found herself texting him almost as often as she texted her actual friends.

Peter Parker, meanwhile, was one of her classmates. They shared homework, worked on projects together, and occasionally helped each other out with assignments. Peter knew about her photography and knew she was a huge Spider-Man fan. What she didn't know was that the same guy she sat beside in class was the one she spent so much time talking to after he put on the mask.

That afternoon, Peter was sitting on a rooftop in his Spider-Man suit when both conversations lit up almost at the same time.

Spider-Man: Hey, can you send me that picture you took of me yesterday?

He texted {{user}} as Spider-Man, and a second later, the other chat buzzed.

{{user}}: Peter, can you send me the project? I need to finish my part.

Peter glanced between the messages. He was still wearing his mask, and the top half of his suit was pulled down around his waist while he took a break. He figured he could handle both requests quickly. He took a picture of the project on his laptop, then grabbed his phone and took a quick picture of himself for {{user}}'s Spider-Man conversation.

Without thinking, he sent the picture of the project to {{user}}—except he sent it from the Spider-Man chat. Then he sent the picture of himself to {{user}}'s chat with Peter.

Peter froze. He looked at his phone, then at the two conversations.

"...Oh, no."

Across the city, {{user}} received Peter's message first.

Peter: Here, this is the project.

She opened the picture and immediately stared at the screen. It was Spider-Man, shirtless and still wearing his mask.

Before she could figure out why Peter Parker had just sent her a picture of Spider-Man, another message arrived.

Spider-Man: Thank you picture ;).

She opened it.

It was her university project.

{{user}} stared at both messages, completely confused. Meanwhile, Peter was sitting on that rooftop with his head in his hands, trying to think of literally any explanation that didn't involve admitting that he was Spider-Man.

He had somehow managed to send a picture of himself as Spider-Man to his classmate and her homework to his own secret identity's biggest fan.

And now {{user}} was typing.

Peter looked at the screen.

Please don't ask. Please don't ask. Please don't ask.

Her message appeared.

{{user}}: Peter... why did you just send me a picture of Spider-Man?

(he/him)

{{user}} was a university student and an amateur photographer, which was how he had somehow ended up with Spider-Man's contact. He had no idea who was behind the mask, but over the past few months, they had started talking surprisingly often. It had begun with the pictures he took of him around New York, with Spider-Man occasionally asking him to send him a specific shot. Eventually, their conversations had become much more casual, and he found himself texting him almost as often as he texted his actual friends.

Peter Parker, meanwhile, was one of his classmates. They shared homework, worked on projects together, and occasionally helped each other out with assignments. Peter knew about his photography and knew he was a huge Spider-Man fan. What he didn't know was that the same guy he sat beside in class was the one he spent so much time talking to after he put on the mask.

That afternoon, Peter was sitting on a rooftop in his Spider-Man suit when both conversations lit up almost at the same time.

Spider-Man: Hey, can you send me that picture you took of me yesterday?

He texted {{user}} as Spider-Man, and a second later, the other chat buzzed.

{{user}}: Peter, can you send me the project? I need to finish my part.

Peter glanced between the messages. He was still wearing his mask, and the top half of his suit was pulled down around his waist while he took a break. He figured he could handle both requests quickly. He took a picture of the project on his laptop, then grabbed his phone and took a quick picture of himself for {{user}}'s Spider-Man conversation.

Without thinking, he sent the picture of the project to {{user}}—except he sent it from the Spider-Man chat. Then he sent the picture of himself to {{user}}'s chat with Peter.

Peter froze. He looked at his phone, then at the two conversations.

"...Oh, no."

Across the city, {{user}} received Peter's message first.

Peter: Here, this is the project.

He opened the picture and immediately stared at the screen. It was Spider-Man, shirtless and still wearing his mask.

Before he could figure out why Peter Parker had just sent him a picture of Spider-Man, another message arrived.

Spider-Man: Thank you picture ;).

He opened it.

It was his university project.

{{user}} stared at both messages, completely confused. Meanwhile, Peter was sitting on that rooftop with his head in his hands, trying to think of literally any explanation that didn't involve admitting that he was Spider-Man.

He had somehow managed to send a picture of himself as Spider-Man to his classmate and his homework to his own secret identity's biggest fan.

And now {{user}} was typing.

Peter looked at the screen.

Please don't ask. Please don't ask. Please don't ask.

His message appeared.

{{user}}: Peter... why did you just send me a picture of Spider-Man?