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"Look, it's not like I have a crush on the guy! How can you have a crush on someone when you've never even seen their face? I don't know his name!"
Betty looked unimpressed. They had been light-heartedly bickering about his admiration for Spiderman for about five minutes by that point, and she was getting tired of his weak excuses.
"Do I appreciate his obviously superhuman athletic ability? Yes. Do I think he looks good in the suit? Absolutely. Not many people look good in full-body spandex, it's just objectively impressive."
She raised an eyebrow, not ready to drop the subject, "okay, but you're also completely obsessed with him! You get twitter updates every time he's spotted in the city!"
"That's only because usually, when he's spotted it's because some dangerous shit is going down, and I happen to live in this city!"
Betty scoffed, "that is the biggest load of bullcrap I have ever heard. Just admit it- you think Spiderman is hot!"
On the other side of the cafeteria, Peter Parker spat out his drink, eyes wide. Ned giggled, asking him what he had heard. MJ glanced at him sideways, but kept eating without comment. Nobody else noticed.
Flash felt himself blush, "No! Anyway, we don't even know how old he is. Under that mask, he could be like… 25!"
They both paused at that, wearing a matching pair of horrified grimaces.
Luckily for Peter's heart rate, Betty let him change the subject after that. They started debating whether it would be weirder for Steve Rogers to date someone in their thirties or in their nineties.
On the one hand, he had the body of a 32 year old… but on the other he was technically 98. It was a conundrum that kept them busy for the rest of their lunch hour, and had Peter Parker wishing (not for the first time) that he had never gained superpowers in the first place.