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Peter bit the end of his pencil, anxiously eyeing the clock. The seconds slowly ticked by as the teacher droned on about fractions and square roots. Peter just wanted school to finally be over. Just one more class and he could leave.
"Peter, are you still with us?" Mr. Mathews asked from the from of the room.
"Huh?" Peter asked.
"What's wrong, Parker?" Flash mocked. "Can't solve a simple math problem? Pathetic!"
"Mr. Mathews asked you to solve the problem on the bored." Ned whispered next to him.
"Oh, uh… the answer would be 15 x over y."
"Very good, Peter." The teacher said before turning back to the board
Peter and Ned did their super-special-best-friend-fist-bump-of-amazing-awesomeness under the desks.
It was just a normal fist bump.
After another excruciatingly long hour the bell finally rang. Peter flinched back a little because his heightened senses made the bell seem much louder than it needed to be. Peter threw all his stuff into his backpack and darted towards the door.
"One moment, Peter. Stay back for a few minutes." Mr. Mathews said. Ned shot Peter a look of pity before trudging out the door to wait for him.
"Yes, Mr. Mathews?"
"I'd like to inform you that you grades are improving greatly."
"Oh, that's amazing!" Peter said. Ever since he had become spiderman his grades started slipping because he had no time for homework or studying. Ever since May found out he was spiderman she gave him a long list of rules to follow. Peter has to carry around the list of rules on him at all times or May throws a fit.
Rules:
Report when you are leaving and when you'll be back.
Report where you are going.
Report how dangerous it's going to be.
Report everything in general.
If it's dangerous, you don't leave without having Stark on speed dial.
All homework is to be done before patrol.
11:00 pm curfew. 11:30 if you want to test my patience.
No leaving NY city without my permission. Let alone the planet Earth!
Note: Failure to follow these rules will result in no electronics, no leaving the house, no friends, no visits to the avengers compound, and NO SPIDERMAN!
Needless to say Peter thought she took it really well.
Peter thought he owed his grades improving to rule number 6 on the list. Or maybe he owed his grades improving due to Mr. Stark threatening to cut all his funding for the school when they reported he might have to repeat the grade. His grades mysteriously started going up after that. Huh.
"-paying attention in class." Mr. Mathews finished. Peter looked up and realized that Mr. Mathews had been talking.
"yeah... " Peter nodded, pretending that he heard what Mr. Mathews had said.
"I mean you spend the entire class period staring at the clock, and then you dart out of the room like you have super important stuff to do."
"Well, I-"
"Not to mention that you spend most of the time watching Spiderman videos on YouTube under your desk. Seriously, what's up with that?"
"I don't-"
"Just do better, okay?"
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
"You're a good kid, Peter. I know your smart. You just tend to overwork yourself sometimes, which results in you falling asleep in class and staring off into space."
"Thank you?"
Mr. Mathews nodded and waved his hand, signalling for Peter to go.
"Oh, and Peter?" Mr. Mathews called as Peter reached the door. "Have a great weekend."
"Thank you, sir. You too, sir." Peter said as he left.
Peter walked over to his locker and put his books away and grabbed his backpack. He shrugged on his coat and closed the locker door to find Ned standing right next to him.
"Dude! What happened in there? Did you get detention? Was he mad? Did he call May? Did he call Mr. Stark?"
"What? No, Ned! Why would he call Mr. Stark?"
"I don't know. You two kinda have this father-son thing going on, so I figured…"
"No, Ned."
"Okay. So about patrol tonight. I got this super old police radio and I fixed it up, so now we're all set!"
"Ned, it's Friday."
"So?"
"I have plans every other Friday, remember?"
"Plans? Oh… right… you get to-"
"Hi, losers. What's up?" MJ asked as she leaned against Peters locker.
"Oh hey, MJ." Peter said.
"You got any gum?" MJ asked. Before Peter could answer she grabbed Peters backpack and started to dig through it.
"Remind me again why you hang out with us?" Ned asked.
"Because you two losers would be dead without me." MJ said. "What the heck is this? It doesn't look like gum." MJ held up a small canister of white fluid. Peter quickly grabbed it and stuffed it back into his bag.
"That was my spare Web Fluid! You can't just grab it and hold it up high for everyone to see or everyone will figure out I'm you-know-who!" Peter hissed.
Ever since MJ figured out Peter was Spider-Man she has been a complete nightmare. She always shoots Peter looks whenever someone's talking about spider-man or the avengers, she keeps messing around with Peter's Web Shooters, and she even drew a picture of Peter as Spider-Man getting squashed by a giant fly swatter. Real supportive. It's a miracle she hasn't told the whole world about Peter being spider-man yet.
Peter sighed and started to zip up his jacket when his spider senses erupted. Peter wanted to react, but he knew he shouldn't, so he just let Flash elbow him hard in the back and knock him to the ground.
Peter moaned as he laid sprawled out on his stomach with his backpack laying next to him.
"Parker, how was your little chit chat with Mr. Mathews? Did he tell you what a horrible student you were?" Flash laughed.
"Leave him alone, Flash." Ned said as he gathered the contents of Peters backpack and MJ helped him off the ground.
"Shut up, I wasn't talking to you." Flash snarled before he turned back to Peter. "I heard you talking to him. 'Yes, sir, please don't give me detention, sir, I get special treatment because I have a fake Stark internship, sir'. You're such a pathetic suck up, Parker."
"Cut it out, Flash." Peter whispered.
"Make me!" Flash growled. He shoved Peter again, but this time MJ caught him and stopped him from hitting the ground. Flash jerked Peters backpack out of Neds hands and dumped its contents on the ground before turning on his heel and walking away.
"What a jerk." MJ said.
"You're just realizing that now?" Peter mumbled as the three of them picked up his things. Peter slung his bag on his shoulder and the three of them started strolling towards the exit.
"Don't you ever just want to push him back?" MJ asked.
"Yeah, you totally could." Ned added. "If I had your powers I'd stand up to him."
"With great power comes great responsibility." Peter quoted.
"Wise words. Obviously not yours. Who said that? Was it the Captain?"
"No, my uncle. It was one of the last things he said before he died."
"Oh." MJ and Ned said in unison. They both knew that Ben was a touchy subject. Peter always grew cold whenever someone brought up his death, but neither of them knew why.
The walked in silence until they got to the front of the school. A huge crowd was gathered around one of the vehicles.
"What's going on over there?" Ned asked.
MJ stood up on her tiptoes to get a better view and started snickering.
"There's a limo out front with a Stark Industries license plate! Know anything about that, spider boy?" MJ laughed.
"No… I told Happy not to use the limo." Peter groaned.
Every other Friday Happy would pick Peter up from school and take him up to the Avengers compound. Peter got to spend the entire weekend there before going back to Mays Sunday night.
Peter ducked his head and shuffled through the crowd to get to the car. Happy was leaning on the front talking into his phone.
"No, no, the boss said that if the plan falls under 15% to sell short…. That's what the boss said…. No, I'm not making this up! Why would I make that up?! ….. Boss doesn't care about that, he said to sell short if it falls under 15%... Hey! Language! …. No, I just said to- hang on, kids here. I gotta go…. Sell short!" Happy hung up his phone and nodded for Peter to get in the limo.
"Woah, woah hold on!" Flash shouted as Peter got in the car. "You don't really work for Stark, do you?" he asked Happy.
"Excuse me?" Happy growled.
"How much did idiot Parker pay you to drive him around and pretend to work for Stark?
"What?" Happy growled.
"Oh no." Peter whispered. He slowly slid into the car and shut the door, clicking the lock shut behind him. For a guy whose named Happy, he's anything but. After Happy yelled at Flash for accusing him for being fake he got into the car and slammed the door shut behind him.
"So you met Flash." Peter said as they drove away. Happy barely spared him a glance. "So, how are you today? I'm great. I got an A on my history report! Mr. Captain Rogers and Mr. Barnes helped me out a bit, which got me a lot of extra credit. I flunked my archery test in Phy Ed, though. Mr. Barton is gonna be upset about that. He spent so much time trying to teach me how to shoot and I failed anyway. I got In a little bit of trouble in math when I wasn't paying attention..." Peter continued to ramble on, talking really fast whenever he go exited. Happy listened patiently for about twenty minutes before getting annoyed and rolling up the divider.
Peter took that as a clue to stop talking so he whipped out his phone and opened up his news app.
Sighing, Peter wearliy glanced at the title of the Daily Bugles latest paper.
SPIDERMAN THE MENACE TEAMS UP WITH DOC OCK TO ROB BANK AND TERRORIZE INNOCENT CIVILIANS
Peter felt like he was kicked in the stomach as he read the article. It couldn't be farther from the truth! Peter was trying to stop Doc Ock from robbing the bank, not helping him. And he was saving people while doing it! Peter bit his lip as he read it, his hands trembling so much he couldn't hold the phone still. Eventually Peter got out of the article and buried his face in his hands. Why does J. Jonah Jameson hate him so much? What did he ever do to him? All Peter ever did was try to help! Once he even saved Jamesons life, but did he get a thank you? No! All he got was an article about how Spider-Man "endangered" Jameson.
Peter bitterly deleted the article from his phone before shoving his ear buds in and leaned against the window, watching New York rush by. By the time the got to the compound Peter was still upset, but he put on a smile anyway.
"Okay, kid. The boss is inside."
"Thanks, Happy! We can talk more later!" Peter sang and he skipped to the building entrance.
"Can't wait." Happy groaned as he rolled his eyes.
Peter pushed open the door and skipped inside before bouncing into the elevator.
"Hello, Peter. How was school?"
"Hey, Friday!" Peter chirped. Peter had a fun conversation with Mr. Starks AI during the elevator ride.
The doors slid open and Peter ran out to look for his dad- his mentor! Peter ran out to look for his mentor.
Peter turned the corner and his enhanced hearing picked up on Mr. Stark talking to Dr. Banner.
"Bruce, hand me that thingy."
"This?"
"Yeah."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"I'm going to see how this symbiote thing reacts to heat."
"Tony! Dr. Strange told us that under no circumstances is any one to touch it!"
"I'm not going to touch it. I'm going to use that flame torch thingy to heat it up."
"No, Tony. It's dangerous."
"Come on… please? Pretty please with sugar on top? Science bros?"
"No, Dr. Strange said- Tony, your hand!"
"My, hand? What about my… ack! Get it off! Get it off!"
"WHY DID YOU TOUCH IT?!"
"JUST GET IT OFF!"
Peter ran into the lab just in time to see Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner slam the lid shut on a small back box and sigh in relief. The entire lab had tools laying all over and giant scorch marks crept over the table.
"Never… ever… EVER… do this ever again." Dr. Banner gasped. He adjusted his now bent glasses and rubbed his hands over his face, which was slowly changing from pale green back into his normal color. Dr. Banner turned around and leaned on the table, jumping back when he saw Peter standing in the doorway.
"Hey, Peter." Dr. Banner smiled. "How are you?"
"I'm great! How are you?"
"Well, the other guy just almost made an appearance because of someone's stupid idea."
"Traitor." Mr. Stark sniffed. Peter noticed that they were standing shoulder to shoulder and blocking his view of whatever they were working on.
"What's that?" Peter asked.
"What's what?" Mr. Stark said quickly.
"What were you guys working on that made you yell like that?"
"Its… its nothing, Peter, don't worry about it."
"It has to be something."
"Drop it, Peter. All you need to know it that this is dangerous. Stay away from it at all cost and don't ever touch it." Mr. Stark held up a shiny black container the size of a shoe box and held it out for Peter to look at. When Peter got a little closer he saw the lid was clear, and there was some sort of shiny black slime swirling around in it.
"Hypocrite." An obviously super annoyed Banner growled. "I'm sorry, that was mean. I shouldn't have said that."
"I'm not a hypocrite because I didn't touch it. That alien thing touched me!"
"Alien?!" Peter squealed. Mr. Stark paled and Dr. Banner glared at him.
"Now look at what you did." Dr. Banner huffed.
"That thing is an alien?! What planet is it from? Is it alive? What does it eat? Does it eat people?" Peter jumped up and down with excitement.
"I shouldn't have said that, Underoos. Just leave it alone, okay?" Mr. Stark said.
"But what if-"
"And if you don't we'll have a repeat of our little Spiderman parade that we did last time." Mr. Stark smirked.
"I'll leave it alone! I'll leave it alone!" Peter yelled.
Recently someone on the internet came up with a theme song for Spiderman. The last time Peter was here Mr. Stark followed him around the compound for the entire day blasting it on the speakers. It was so embarrassing. Not to mention it got stuck in his head after the fourteenth time. Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider can.
Well, it could of been worse. Apparently, during the early days when the Avengers were just formed, Mr. Stark had programmed JARVIS to play "When Captain America Throws His Mighty Shield" whenever the captain entered a room. It went on for a month until Mr. Rogers threatened to smash every speaker he could find with his "mighty shield".
Peter skipped off to find a place where he could get his homework done while Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner went to lock up the alien thing. No one noticed when the alien stopped moving once Peter left, and no one heard the soft hiss it made.