His thumb hovered over the screen. Then, with the deliberation of someone making a life-altering decision, he tapped the heart icon.

Peter opened his mouth to respond—probably something extremely convincing like "I was checking the news"—when the elevator doors slid open.

The collective groan that followed could've rattled the windows.

The room went still. Even MJ looked up.

A photo filled the screen. Bright smile. Soft lighting. The kind of picture that made people double-tap without thinking.

It was her. Y/N. The girl whose Instagram he had been looking at thirty seconds ago. The girl whose voice was the only thing that played through his headphones on bad nights. The girl he had never—ever—expected to see on Tony Stark's tablet in Avengers Tower.

Peter's soul left his body.