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Peter escorted you to your locker to retrieve your books for your last class. His hands on his backpack straps and a smile on his face, “So, overall, it took about three hours to rebuild it. It was a good bonding experience with Ned.”
You chuckled and shook your head, “Sometimes I feel like I’m the third wheel with you too.”
“Aw, c’mon, Y/N. You’re my gir-girlfriend,” he stammered a bit, still getting used to calling you that, “I love Ned, but he’s not my type.”
You laughed, “You sure about that?”
“Sure about what?” You heard Ned ask as he approached you and Peter.
You grabbed your books and shut your locker, “That you’re not Peter’s type,” you said with a teasing smile.
Ned looked at Peter feigning a look betrayal, “I’m not your type?!”
Peter’s head hung low as he chuckled, “C’mon, guys. Quit it.”
“Alright. Alright. I’m sorry.” you hooked your arm around Peter’s, Change of subject, you still coming over tonight right?”
He shrugged, “I mean, if you want me to.”
“Of course, I want you too, Peter! I want my parents to meet you, officially. A small introduction at a science fair doesn’t count.”
Ned’s jaw dropped, “Peter’s meeting your parents?!”
Peter nodded, “Yeah. Why?”
“Meeting parents is always scary, Peter. This is where they’ll decide if they like you or not, if you’re worthy to date Y/N or not.”
You scoffed, “You make me sound like mjolner, Ned. Anyway, this is my stop!” you kissed Peter on the cheek, “I’ll see you later.”
Peter blushing, cleared his throat, “Y-Yeah. See you later.” he waved as you stepped into your class. He then turned to Ned, “Dude, you gotta help me prepare for tonight.”
Ned smiled, “I’m aaaaall over it.”
After Aunt May dropped Peter off and wished him good luck, he was having a bit of a panic attack on your doorstep. He really liked you and he really wanted your parents to like him too.
“Okay. You got this, Peter. You got this.” he mumbled to himself. He then looked at the notecards Ned made him earlier that day. He went over the words on the cards and then put them in his back pocket. He gave a deep breath, “You got this,” then rang your doorbell.
He waited a couple of seconds and the door swung open to reveal you on the other end, “Hey, Peter! Come on in!”
“Uh, hi!” he gave you a hug and entered your home. He was about to walk further inside, but then remembered. He toed off his shoes and set them to the side with the other shoes that sat there. He then followed you further into the house.
“Nay! Tay! Peter’s here!” You walked into the kitchen, where your mom stood by the stove. “Mom. Peter’s here,” you said gesturing to Peter.
Your mom set down a wooden spoon, “I heard you the first time, anak.” she turned and held out her hand, “Nice to meet you, Peter.”
He took her hand and shook it, “Uh, mag-on-dawn guppy, Mrs. L/N.”
You and your mom giggled, “That was a valiant effort, Peter. And please, call me Auntie.”
Blushing, Peter nodded, “Th-Thanks, Auntie.”
You pulled Peter out of the kitchen and towards the living room, “Still needs work, but since when were you learning Tagalog.”
“Uuuhhh about three hours ago? Ned said it’d make a good impression.”
You pulled him down with you onto the couch, “You don’t have to speak Tagalog to make a good impression with my parents. They’re fine with speaking English. But if you still want to learn some phrases, I’ll be happy to help.”
Peter chuckled and nodded, “Yeah. Sounds good.”
“Is this Peter, Y/N?”
You looked over your shoulder to see your dad approaching. Peter stood and held out his hand, “Yes. Hello, Uncle. I’m Peter. Peter Parker.”
Your dad shook his hand, “Nice to meet you, Peter.” He then looked at you, “I’m going to help your mom in the kitchen. But know,” he looked back at Peter, “I have eyes and ears everywhere.” Peter gulped and nodded profusely.
When your dad disappeared into the kitchen, you pulled Peter back down onto the couch, “He’s just kidding. No need to be scared of him. Anyway, what else did Ned tell you would help impress my parents?” Peter pulled out the notecards and you laughed, “Ay nako! You’re kidding!”
Peter shrugged, “I really just want your parents to like me, Y/N.”
“Aaawww!” you hugged his arm and rested your head on his shoulder, the feeling making him smile.
“Ahem,” when Peter heard your dad clear his throat, he immediately slid away from you, afraid that your dad would have a problem with him being too close to you. Your dad only chuckled, “Dinner’s ready.”
You stood up and grabbed Peter’s hand and guided him to the dining room where your mom brought in a pot and your dad a bowl of rice. You sat down, patting the seat beside you and Peter followed suit.
“So, Peter, I hope you don’t mind, but I made dinuguan.”
Peter’s face scrunched up in confusion, “Den-Denny guam?”
You smiled at his attempt to say the dish’s name, “Dinuguan. Din.”
“Din.”
“Oo.”
“Oo.”
“Gwan.”
“Gwan.”
“Dinuguan.”
“Dinuguan.”
You nodded, “Good! It’s a pork stew with…a special ingredient, which I will tell you after you eat it.”
“Uh, okay?” Your dad handed Peter a bowl of the stew along with some rice, “Thank you, Uncle.”
Your dad smiled, “You’re welcome, Peter.”
You received your own bowl and thanked your dad as well. Peter waited for you to begin to eat and then he dug in as well. He took in a spoonful of the stew and rice, concentrating of the texture and taste. After he swallowed, he softly smiled at your mom.
“This is really good, Auntie.”
Your mom smiled, “I’m glad you like it!” she gestured to the pot, “Feel free to get some more if you’d like.”
Throughout dinner, your parents made small chat with Peter: asking what classes he was taking, how his grades were, about living with his Aunt May, etc.
You then spoke up, “You know, tay, Peter’s doing an internship for Tony Stark.”
Your dad’s eyes lit up with interest, “Is that so? Do you deal with handling and manufacturing his technology or is it more of a secretarial internship?”
“Uh, the first one. Yeah, sorta just learning about his programs and the systems he uses to make his suits. That sorta stuff.”
“So have you spoken to Tony Stark directly?” you mom asks.
You snickered, “Mom has a bit of a crush on Tony Stark.”
Peter chuckled into his cup of water while your mom rolled her eyes, “At least my crush isn’t as big as yours on Spider-Man.” that made Peter choke a bit.
As he coughed and gasped for air, he breathed out, “You-You have a crush on Spider-Man?”
You glared at your mom, “Mom!”
You sheepishly looked at Peter, “I didn’t wanna tell you ‘cause it’s embarrassing.”
Peter shook his head, “No! No, it’s not. It’s-It’s cool. Spider-Man’s-he’s cool.”
Fifteen minutes later, dinner was finished and your mom was packing some dinuguan for Peter to bring home. You both returned to the seat and Peter had his arm wrapped around your shoulder.
“So, what was the secret ingredient in the stew?”
You smirked, “You really wanna know?”
He shrugged, “Try me.”
“You sure?”
“C’mon, Y/N!” he poked your side making your laugh, “Tell me!”
“Okay!” you cleared your throat, “Pigs blood.”
His eyes widened, “No way. That’s crazy!”
“Still gonna eat it?”
“Yeah! That’s way cool! People will think I’m all badass eating pigs blood and stuff!”
You laughed and cuddled up to Peter, “You’re too cute. And thank you, Peter. For this.”
He leaned his head against yours, “You’re welcome, Y/N. Can’t wait to try a new dish next time.”
You leaned back, “In that case, we’re gonna get some balut next time.”
He looked at you curiously, “What’s that?”
You shook your head, “Don’t worry about it,” and then returned back to your cuddling position.