Spider-Man does not panic. Spider-Man looks at a situation, finds a solution, and applies it. Peter Parker on the other hand..

1.

Peter Parker was messed. Thoroughly, utterly messed. He stared at the indent in his backpack where his Arithmetic book was supposed to be. The slightly worn gray textbook had been transported to Mr. Stark's house that night, when a particularly hard math question had been presented as homework. A little whiles afterward, just when Peter was writing down the answer, FRIDAY had informed them that a crime was occurring down in the streets of Queens. Tony had waved him off, saying he would finish the problem and he could get it once he was done. In the excitement of the moment however, Peter had forgotten to grab his book from Stark (Technically 'Avengers', but Peter liked Stark much better, seeing as practically all the others had left Tony.) Tower that night.

"Ned! Ned!" Peter rushed to catch up to the other boy, grabbing his green sleeve momentarily. Ned looked up from his locker, collecting his things while listening to Peter. "Do you have an Arithmetic book I can borrow?" Ned shook his head and frowned. "Sorry," He said apologetically. "I already told MJ I'd let her borrow mine." He shivered, looking toward the back of the girl in question. "Do you want to ask her?"

Peter shook his head a bit fast, lowering his voice to whisper, "She's kind of intense, you know?" Ned nodded, grabbing the rest of his things and closing his locker door.

"So where's yours man?" He asked, making his way through the crowded hallway, apologizing to the people who turned to stare at him in anger as he bumped into them.

Peter looked around. "Stark Tower." He whispered, causing Ned to look at him with a childlike wonder. "Just when I get used to you being all spidery." He waved his hands for emphasis. "You spring that on me." He gasped, than whined in a tone of displeasure. "Did he help you with your homework? No fair." He grabbed Peter's shoulder, his tone changing to one of dead seriousness. "Can I check my answers with your sheet? Please!"

Peter rolled his eyes, moving his backpack out of Ned's reach. "I don't have it here." He said, shoving Ned's hand away. "I told you I left it at Mr. Stark's place."

"Hey, Parker!" Peter turned, wincing as he realized who had called him from the halls. "You left your book at Tony Stark's house?" Flash leered, other people turning to Peter with a 'Are you Serious?' eyebrow raised.

Flash made his way to him with a degrading grin, clasping Ned's arm rather unnecessarily. "Maybe you should just call him up then." He let go of Ned, scoffing as he walked away.

"Tony Stark, wow Parker, how original."

Later in the day in Maths class, Peter once again looked at his backpack with a grimace. "This is ridiculous! How could I forget it?"

"Please take all the assigned homework and deposit it at my desk in the bin, please." Ms. Dether says, seating herself with a smile toward her pupils. "Role-call with be combined with the handing in."

"Flash Thompson: Here. Homework? Thank you."

"Michelle Jones? Yes, thank you."

"Ned Leeds? Hopefully better than last time, right? Yes."

"Peter Parker, here. Where's your homework?" Ms. Dether frowns, marking the sheet of students. "You're usually so good about this, Peter." Peter winced, opening his mouth to explain.

"Well, I- Um-" He nervously chuckled, rubbing his neck with his hand with a sheepish expression. "I didn't me-"

Ms. Dether's frown deepens and she brought her hands to her chest in a cross gesture. "I'm just going to have to-"

"Peter!" Peter turned to the now closed door, staring at the figure with disbelief. Mr. Stark stood there with a smug expression gazing at the jaw-slaken class. "Hey, kid." He held out Peter's textbook. "Try not to look so shocked."

"Mr. Stark?" Peter choked, grabbing his textbook and holding it like a life-line. "Um- uh. What are you, um, what are you doing here?"

"Call me Tony, I've told you." He gestured over to Ms. Dether and the silent class. "Well I was on my way to a terrible and dull meeting with some important people, when I saw your book you left down in the lab." He grinned, hearing the teacher draw in a strangled breath. "So, I ditched the meeting to bring this." Peter was just about to articulate another terribly illiterate sentence with Mr. Stark's starkPhone rang. Mr. Stark rolled his eyes, drawing his phone out of his ridiculously expensive suit.

"Look," He said as he pressed 'accept'. "I don't care if it's the president- oh it is, I don't care!" He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll be there." He looked at Peter with a resigned expression. "I have to go." He looked at Ms. Dether and winked. "Nice to meet you all." He left out the shabby door, as quickly as he had came.

"So, um. I have my homework?" Ms. Dether's hysterical laugh said enough.