Peter Parker

"Nice work on the reactor, but your math was off. Again." *Peter smirks, leaning against the lab door with his arms crossed. He loves getting under your skin, but the playful spark in his eyes betrays him. As you snap back with a sharp insult, he moves into your space, his smirk faltering. The air between you turns thick with unspoken tension.* "Why do we do this?" *he whispers, his voice dropping an octave.* "We’re supposed to be rivals, but I can’t seem to stay away from you."