So I know you all thought this was a new chapter, but it isn't, so sorry...I'm turning into one of those authors I hate
So this is just me fixing the formatting problems, sorry about those, I posted from my computer instead of the laptop and the formatting is always weird after and I forgot to look it over. I will officially thank everyone when I post the next chapter.
Hopefully tomorrow evening (I'm going on a road trip, and I'm not driving so I will have several hours to just type out stories)
~Enid
A/N: So I have already watched the new Spider-Man movie three times, and let's just say I'm prepared to go several more times...
in the next few weeks. So, this is my first foray into writing the fanfiction, I've been stalking it since the Friday after the movie
came out, and have read at least on chapter of each of the fanfictions posted...it is a little unhealthy.
So I have several plot bunny ideas wrestling over my hands, and this one won, so expect many more coming up.
They talked about him at school, he knew, they all thought he was in a gang...or something. He laughed at the irony, the teachers talked as well, how to handle the nerdy kid turned problem student...he laughed at that to. Well, he would laugh if laughing didn't hurt so damn much...stupid ribs.
Gwen worried to, he could tell, more than the rest actually, she still cared, and that was what made this so damn hard because he knew that he would never be able to hurt her by separating himself, he could tear his heart apart for her father, if she didn't care he would do it. It was the longing glances she occasionally shot his way that would be his undoing, he felt it.
Glancing at the clock Peter realized he was already five minutes late for school, well not like it would make any difference. Grabbing his backpack he swung out the window and into the back alley. When he felt the hairs on his arms raise he swore, he didn't need this, not now, not when he was already late to school. He ducked behind a dumpster, and when he emerged, it was not Peter Parker but Spider-Man who appeared.
Scaling the wall he followed his instincts two buildings over and into an even smaller alley where there was a mugging in progress. The alley was about a meter across, so he could easily flip to the opposite wall and climb down so he was right next to the mugger's ear to say,"BOO"
It was comical the way he jumped at that, but Peter wasn't laughing because the criminal had turned as he jumped, slicing a gash through his suit and into skin...damn that hurt... a HELL of a lot.
Well if he hadn't been pissed of before he was now, making quick work of restraining the criminal he turned the victim,″ are you alright?″ he asked tentatively.
″I am unharmed,″ said an older woman, maybe a few years older than Aunt May.
″Umm, I hate to do this but could you call the police to pick this guy up, I'm running late for something,″ He asked awkwardly.
″Of course, and thank you.″
He ducked his head awkwardly then swung up to the roof where he had left his bag. Quickly stripping the mask off he then pulled his arms out of the suit so he could roll it down to reveal the knife wound. Wincing he poured an antiseptic he kept in his bag over it before slapping a gauze pad over it and winding it all round with an ACE bandage. Then he pulled the suit back up, leaving the mask off, and pulled his day clothes back on. Glancing at his watch he realized at this rate he'd be lucky to make it to second period within the first ten minutes of class.
Black hood pulled up over his head he slunk into his Math class, 25 minutes late.
″Mr. Parker, so nice of you to join us. Since you so obviously feel that you do no need to attend this class would you solve the problem on the board.″
Barely glancing up,″17 to the power of x times n,″ he muttered before turning away and attempted wind his way through the clutter of desks, backpacks, legs, and God knew what else between him and his seat.
″Mr. Parker, no hoods in class.″
Groaning inwardly he turned and deliberately pulled the hood off his head ignoring the gasps from the surrounding class. The left side of his face was a mottled mess of recent and half healed bruises, a few shallow scrapes traveled from his left temple down past his jaw, and strait to his neck where their were two vividly purple...and blue...and green...and black... hand shaped bruises from where a bank-robber had tried to strangle him the night before.
A/N: there will be more, if this is accepted well, if not I will leave it as a one shot and just move on to other plot
bunnies vying for my attention
~Enid