The sun filtered through the half pulled curtains, bathing everything within its proximity with molten gold.
"Good morning Peter. I would recommend you get ready for school now." A robotic voice sounded over the hidden speakers in the spacious room, disturbing a sleepy someone under the heaps of covers. An annoyed 'hurumpf' followed the chirpy welcome to the day.
"Peter, I have been notified by Sir to tell you that he'll make an appearance if you don't get up in the following 2 minutes. The weather is currently 13 degrees outside with a 54% chance of rain at 1:41pm. I would recommend you take a coat with you to your first day back at school."
The bundle of legs and crumpled clothes grumbled unhappily and tossed away from the offending light that dared to disturb it's slumber. Sighing in defeat when the sun refused to move its rays from his face, Peter sat up with a stretch. A yawn ran past his lips as his sock-clad feet thumped onto the floor. Still asleep, the teen stumbled his way to the wardrobe (I'm British fight me) to get some half-decent clothes for school. After grabbing a clean pair of grey jeans and a 'Never trust an atom, they make up everything' shirt, Peter dumped them on his creased bed, and trudged into his en suite.
The fluorescent lights came on with a quiet hum. Peter chucked his wrinkled clothes onto the pearly white tiled floor and stepped in the shower with his eyes still closed. The bathroom lights always bothered his senses early in the morning, so he opted to go blind until he was completely awake. The shower shot on, fully waking up the sleep deprived teenager with the coldness of the jetted water. Spluttering in the freezing liquid, Peter finally found the knob for the heating and quickly span it to hot. He sighed as the water bit his skin, steam rising around him.
Being the spider-mutant he is, Peter did terribly with cold temperatures. Clint and Sam once locked him outside. In the snow. In his pyjamas. They then made him climb to the 113th floor to be let in again. Let's just say, Sam and Clint weren't allowed to see Peter while he was hibernating for 2 months.
After washing himself, getting out of the shower, and getting dressed, Peter finally looked at the time on his StarkPhone. It read 6:16am. (Thoughts are to be in *italics*) *Good.* he thought, grabbing a small black bag hidden under his bed. *I have the time to cover up the scars that the world could see.* Makeup wasn't his forte, but he manages. Opening the bag, Peter removes his concealer and liquid foundation, beginning the long task of lathering it on correctly. The annoying part about wearing makeup was that he had to not only put it on his face, but his neck, shoulders, collarbone, everywhere. Even his feet if it was flip flop weather. Turning to glance in the mirror, Peter looked at himself in the eye. Blood stared back. He sighed.
Contacts were another story altogether. The experiments completed on him had advanced his powers, and he had gained a few more abilities alongside his original ones. The hyped senses, sticking ability, sixth sense and his super strength have become a lot more enhanced. However, the teen can also camouflage, inject venom from the retractable fangs that had replaced his canines, extend large, long spidery appendages from his back, and talk to/control spiders.
Hence the crimson eyes.
Sighing again, he placed his contacts case inside his backpack and shook his head to rid the HYDRA images from his mind.
He looked at the clock again. 7:27am. His eyes widened.
"SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT! I'M GONNA BE LATE!!!" The teen speedily grabbed everything he would need for today, (which wasn't a lot seeing as he was going on a trip) chucked it in his bag, and dashed out of his room to the elevator. He heard a muffled "LANGUAGE!" from 4 floors down, but he didn't have the brain space to think of anything other than 'GettoHappyGettoschoolGettotripontime'.
Having only 3 minutes to get to Happy before he drove off, Peter didn't have the time to stop to get a bite to eat. Flicking his red converses on, Peter all but ran to the lift doors. As he got there, Friday opening the doors for him, he felt his spidey senses go of and instinctually shot his hand out to catch a protein bar from Bruce. Thanking the scientist, Peter got in the elevator and made it to Happy just before he left.
"Thanks Happy" panted the teen as he slid into the backseat. The chauffeur only grunted in response. Feeling the beginnings of a sensory overload headache coming on, Peter plugged himself into his phone and rested his bed head on the window. Today was going to be a long day.
{--~--}
Standing outside his school gates brought something up inside Peter, but he kicked it down. He wasn't overly happy to see the bleak black building, but it was so much better being in the outdoors than being cooped up inside the compound or tower. Turning to face the gates, Peter strode in, ignoring the instant whispers and heartbeats of his peers.
"Dude! Is that Parker?"
"No way! It can't be!"
"I thought he died or something..."
"Sarah you idiot! If he died how come he is walking into the school?"
"I don't know Caitlyn! Maybe he was ill or something!"
"For over a year? Oh my god you are such a retard."
"He wasn't gone for over a year was he? Wait! Where are you going Caitlyn? CAITLYN!"
Peter smirked listening to everyone's conversations as he stalked towards the office. Technically he was a senior now so he needed to sign in and head to his first class for the trip. Getting there was easy, (the halls were almost completely clear as everyone was outside enjoying the spring breeze) and the receptionist only pushed him a clipboard to sign in; she didn't look up from her computer to speak to him. He wouldn't of spoken back anyway. He wasn't shy and awkward anymore. (HYDRA saw to that) He just was taught to not speak unless spoken to. Failure to obey lead to extra torture lessons.
Turning out of the office and towards the the corner that would bring him to his first class for the day, (as the first bell had gone while he was in the office) Peter wasn't hit with any nervousness or anxiety like he would've had a year and a half ago. He just wanted to see Ned and MJ.
Schooling his features, he walked into Mr Harrington's classroom and was met with a tsunami of hushed mutterings. Trained eyes immediately found Ned and MJ huddled in the back of the room, whispering quietly to one another.
"Oh! Hello there young sir!" Startled Mr Harrington. "I wasn't aware that we were going to be having a new student with us today," Peter rolled his eyes and focused on the flustered teacher. The mutterings had ceased.
"But never mind! I'm sure our field trip will be a great first day! Do you mind telling me your name?"
Rolling his eyes once more, Peter began to walk towards his old seat where Ned and MJ were in the far corner. He stopped short of his destination when Mr Harrington began to speak again.
"Um young man! I have kindly asked you a question and I would like it to be answered! You may be new here but I demand respect in this classroom!" Eyes were glued to Peter like he was some exotic animal. The teen smirked under his hood.
"Well? What is your name?!" Exclaimed the frazzled teacher. (It was an exciting and stressful day of course) In a flourish the hood came off and Peter stared directly into the man's eyes.
"I'm ever so sorry Sir, but it appears that you already know my name. I'm going to sit down if you don't mind."
Having been met with nothing but shocked silence, Peter took that as a sign to continue to his seat. As soon as he grabbed his chair, a body crashed into his own. A muttered 'hi' was spoken from MJ before Ned got up to join in the hug. They squeezed him tightly before dropping their arms and MJ addressed the class. "If you don't mind, I think we should all begin to board the bus. It pulled up 3 minutes ago while you were all gawking. I don't want to be late for some light protesting about gay rights when we arrive."
That spurred people to get up and head out of the classroom door. No one bothered the 3 teens as they boarded the bus. At least, not until the large metal box had started moving. That's when Flash started shouting.
{--~--}
"Yo Penis! Do you have an idea about where we're going? I bet it's somewhere everyone will notice my talents and I'll get a REAL internship! Don't think I've forgotten about the lies you told everyone when you were last here!" Flash's taunts were getting on Peter's nerves. Most likely because the only 2 people who actually liked him were Ned and MJ. Said people were sitting either side of him were chatting and laughing (well in MJ's case, tiny smirks) and we're having a good time. Spit balls were being thrown, but the trio didn't care.
Flash didn't like that. Not one bit.
"PENIS!!! I'M TALKING TO YOU, FUCKTARD!!! LISTEN TO ME WHEN I'M SPEAKING!!!" Flash got up and was about to grab the back of Peter's jacket. Suddenly MJ spun around, gave him a glare that could kill a herd of elephants, and slapped the bully on the cheek, leaving a handprint. The whole bus fell silent.
"Oh, I'm sorry Eugene. Did you want to join in on the fun we're having over here? Everyone knows that your so called friends don't give 3 shits about you or your wellbeing. Just whether they get paid for being fake. Sit. The fuck. Down."
A chorus of ohhhhh!'s and Damn's came from the spectators on the crowded bus. Flash's face burst into a brilliant red as he embarrassedly returned to his seat at the back of the classic yellow bus. Mrs Warren and Mr Harrington were shook, just watching intently. No one could make Flash back down from tormenting Penis Parker. Apart from the infamous MJ. Ms Valentina sneered from the front of the vehicle. Her eyes met Peter's and shot him a smug grin. Dread wove inbetween Peter and Ned when the shorter boy caught the sinister smile. Ms Valentina held a large grudge for the arachnid, for a reason neither of boys could fathom.
"Thanks MJ." whispered Peter to her as she triumphantly plopped back into her worn seat. She gave him a small smile.
"No problem Loser. Don't get into anymore trouble without me okay? I wanna see your face clearer for my Crisis Book."
Peter and Ned chuckled. "Okay" "Definitely"
Suddenly, Peter's spidey senses went off hard causing him to wince. Ned looked at him, silently asking if he was okay. Peter just gave his best friend a smile. It probably came off as a grimace but never mind. The feeling of something, slowly ebbed down to a dull ache, not going away, but telling the young arachnid that whatever it is, was still there.
"Dude, you okay?" Ned asked worriedly. Peter was going to reply verbally, but his enhanced senses decided for him, sending out a pulse of pain that nearly made him cry out. His eyes darted around to try and find what was making him instincts go haywire. When nothing looked to be out of order, Peter felt Ned's hand on his knee. MJ was watching them over the top of her book intently. Being in too much pain, Peter tapped out something for them:
... .--. .. -.. . .-.
Ned immediately tapped out:
... . -. ... . ... ..--..
Pain steadily climbing, Peter quickly tapped out a 'Yes'. Ned started to rummage through his bag looking for some special tablets. Him and Ned had designed the S.O Tablet for when Peter's senses got to be too much for him to handle, and he went into a Sensory Overload. They dulled his senses to a level that was bearable, and Peter couldn't thank his friend enough for the relief. MJ then tapped out on the side of her book:
-.-- -- ..- / -- -.- .- -.-- ..--..
He just nodded as 3 tablets were swallowed and sound cancelling headphones were stuck on his head. Sleep claimed him and he slept for the rest of the journey. However, he also missed the announcement of where they were going. Never mind, it couldn't be that important.
