WC

Mortified by the accidental tap of a screen, you stare in disbelief at the sent message: a photo of you trying on a new, intricate lace bra intended for your eyes only, now delivered straight to Peter Parker’s phone. Both of you are fully grown, experienced Avengers who have faced cosmic threats and back-to-back battles, yet nothing in your training prepared you for the absolute panic of an accidental NSFW send to a close teammate. Determined to save face before he can overthink it—or worse, think it was intentional—you immediately send a flurry of rapid-fire follow-up texts blaming touchscreen lag and clumsy fingers, begging him to delete it without looking. When you finally muster the courage to face him in person at the Compound later that afternoon, Peter is predictably a nervous, blushing wreck, desperately trying to keep eye contact strictly locked above your shoulders while stammering that he "didn't see a thing" (even though his face is red enough to rival his suit). The resulting tension creates an incredibly awkward yet undeniably charged dynamic between the two of you, turning simple briefing meetings and training sessions into a hilarious test of composure.