The Iron-Spider
Chapter 1
The rain was beating hard against the windows of the classroom. The erratic drumming of the water hitting glass an annoyance that could barely be tolerated by Peter Parker. It wasn't necessarily the noise that bothered him but the blinding flashes of light that had taken his parents from him only months earlier. He had been flying back from an extended vacation to Bermuda with them when their plane was suddenly struck by lightning. The plane had gone down. He and his best friend, Eddie Brock, had been among the few survivors of the crash. They had spent weeks in the hospital recovering from ruptured organs and broken bones but in all honesty Peter wished it could have been worse. He wished he had died in the crash with his parents and be free from all the grief and depression that he was now suffering. But he wasn't that lucky.
Peter put his head down on his desk and would have continued day dreaming if it weren't for the teacher walking up behind him and slamming a book on the desk.
"Mr. Parker, am I boring you?" She asked in that annoyingly high voice that reminded him of nails on a chalkboard.
"No Mrs. Spencer." He mumbled, not bothering to sit up.
Mrs. Spencer sneered at him and yanked his head up off the desk. "Then would it be too much to ask that you sit up straight and pay attention?" She growled.
Peter yanked his head from her grasp and stood up. "Yes it would. Would it be too much to ask that you shut up for ten seconds and leave me alone?"
Mrs. Spencer's face reddened in anger. "Mr. Parker! You-" She was cut off by the bell that signaled the end of the school day. Peter gathered his things and was out the door before she could continue her tirade and headed for the front doors of the school. "Teacher" He thought as he stepped out into the cold autumn air. He began to walk down the street when a familiar voice called after him. "Hey Parker!" Flash Thompson called as Peter stopped and turned around. It would only get worse if he ran. He pushed his glasses back up onto his nose as he watched the bully approach.
Flash approached with a smirk on his face until he realized it wasn't fear on Peter's face. It was annoyance. He grabbed Peter by the shirt and lifted him off the ground. "How was class, Parker?" He sneered at his supposed victim.
"Fine." Peter said in an annoyed tone. "How was yours? Did you learn your shapes yet or is that next week's lesson?"
Flash glared at Peter and threw him onto the ground before placing his foot on Peter's chest. "You're gonna pay for that." He snarled as he started to apply pressure to Peter's chest.
Peter gasped as the air rushed from his lungs and the pain began to set in. His breathing was slowly becoming more ragged and his vision began to blur. "Flash. Let go of me." He said weakly.
Flash began to realize that Peter was blacking out and lightened the pressure, which was a mistake. Peter grabbed Flash's foot and shoved it off of himself, This caused Flash to stumbled and fall to the ground. Peter stood up and took off running before flash could stand up and didn't stop until he had crossed the threshold of his house. He didn't bother to say hello to his aunt and uncle and just went up to his room. He sat down on his bed and attempted to catch his breath. It had been a bad idea to run all the way home. The injuries to his lungs that he had sustained from the crash had yet to fully heal and he wasn't supposed to engage in any sort of physical activity until they were. He saw the blackness begin to cloud his vision and he knew he was going to pass out. He laid down on the bed and let the darkness take him away from the world as unconsciousness overcame him.
A/N: I know it's short and kind of rushed but I wanted to get the introduction out of the way because it's my least favorite part to write. I promise the next chapter will be longer and less rushed. Anyways please let me know if you think I should continue this. Try to leave some constructive criticism so I know what you guys think I need to improve on please.