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Word Four: Detention

The Pink Paper of Peril

Disclaimer: I do not own any Marvel characters, plots, or places. Writing is purely for my entertainment and I don't make any money off this.

-o-

Peter was desperately trying to stay awake during his classes. But for a teenage superhero, sleep was few and far between Even with this new curfew Aunt May had set up, 11:00 on school nights and 1:00 on weekends. Peter still was exhausted during his classes. And last night, he had gotten home an hour later than he was supposed to, because of an apartment fire.

Thankfully, Spider-Man had swung selflessly into the burning building. (according to starstruck bystanders) And in no less than a minute later leapt out through the second story window carrying three adults and a crying infant. That wasn't true. It had taken him at least five minutes to find the people. (They were on all different levels) And he only rescued two adults and a small toddler. Peter was quite proud of the sling he had made from the same webs he had made that hammock out of. That held the squirming, sobbing toddler to his chest extremely well, but is was quite awkward to get off. Especially in front of the kid's parents, two firefighters, a policeman and and EMT. Yeah.

After that adventure, Peter had swung home, and lungs still burning from all that smoke, collapsed into bed just as a frantic May nearly kicked the door to his room down. Whatever sleep he could cram in wasn't enough, because Peter was slowly drifting off in the middle of a lecture. Social Studies was the only class Peter didn't have with Ned, so he didn't have his trusty guy in the chair to shake him awake or pinch him every time his head bobbed too low. His eyelids felt like sandpaper,

Eventually sweet sleep called to him like an irresistible siren's song and Peter's eyes slid shut, head resting on his arms.

-o-

"Mr. Parker! Mr. Parker!"

Peter looked up and slowly opened his sticky eyes to see a scary sight. Ms. Taylor was leaning over him, face pulled into a scowl, lecture stick tapping against his desk. He jerked upright, still not completely awake and stumbled through a hasty apology.

"M-mrs. Taylor! W-what, I'm so sorry! I just, kinda fell asleep and-"

Mrs. T was done with her student's excuses. "Mr. Parker, this is the third time you have fallen asleep this week. I expect a detention Afterschool today will help you rethink your sleeping schedule. Do you understand?" Blushing Peter nodded and realized he had been drooling on his desk.

Superheroes don't drool!

The stern teacher shot a disapproving look to the rest of the class, who were giggling and whispering. Peter knew by the end of the day everyone would know that "Penis Parker" was caught sleeping in class. And Flash, who was in Peter's social studies class, would be the first to talk about it.

Lovely.

Peter forced his open for the last twenty or so minutes of class, but it took all of his strength. (And he had a lot of strength.) Finally, the bell rang. And to Peter, no sound was sweeter. He waited until everyone had left the classroom before shuffling his sore and aching body up to Mrs. Taylor's desk. Before he could take the bright pink pass from her outstretched fingers, she pulled it back and placed it on her desk.

"Peter, you're a good student, one of the best in class. Falling asleep hasn't been a problem before." Mrs. Taylor had a concerned look on her face. "Is there something going on at home I should be worried about?" Peter almost laughed a bit, but he held it in. Yeah, he was a teenage superhero that apprehended criminals by night and learned about the American Revolution by day. Any person with half a heart would worry about him.

Peter grinned bashfully and just said. "Nah Mrs. T, I just didn't get a lot of sleep this week, with tests and all." This wasn't true. The only test Peter had this week was a maths test. And without studying, he had aced it. Although, Peter didn't want to make a habit of that. May made it clear that if his grades dropped below an A, Spider-Man was replaced with studying.

Mrs. Taylor plugged her lips and sighed. "Fine, you may go." Peter thanked her and started heading to the door. "Ah, ah, ah! Don't think you're getting out of detention young man!" Wincing, he turned on his heel to grab the dreaded detention pass.

-o-

Peter, having finally escaped social studies class, started to head to the lunchroom. Making his way slowly through the halls, Peter had plenty of time to think about what had happened in Social Studies. Turning into the lunchroom, his Spidey sense tingled and immediately Peter ducked. Overhead, where his head would have been flew an orange juice carton. It hit the other wall with a splat, spraying pulpy orange juice everywhere. Peter rushed away from the crime scene before a teacher could accidentally peg it on him.

He sat down at his usual, table and gave a quick hello to MJ. She grunted in response and turned back to her book. Peter took no offense to the blunt acknowledgment, it was typical MJ after all. Soon, Ned plopped down beside him, face shiny and flushed.

"Hey man! Sorry I'm late, someone knocked me down in the hallway and my essay spilled everywhere!" Peter grinned.

"Nah, that's ok, I just got here too." He showed Ned the pink slip under the table. Ned winced.

"Aw, Peter, what did you do?"

Peter explained as he ate his lunch. "I fell asleep in Social Studies."

"Again!"

"What do you mean again? I've only fallen asleep..." Peter counted on his fingers and sighed. "Three times"

Ned patted his friend on the back. "Sorry Peter. So, how's your-" He wiggled his eyebrows "-Stark Internship?"

Peter sighed, Ned was truly terrible at acting incognito. After Toomes, Peter had actually been doing a mostly normal internship at Stark Industries. Except that he was Mr. Stark's personal intern. Though the big title seemed special, most of the time Peter was doing the work of a normal intern. He doubted anyone other than Happy and Mr. Stark knew about his actual position. However, after school, every Thursday for two hours, Peter actually got to work with his hero. It was usually just improving Spider-Man's web fluid though. Not that it was boring! Peter just, wanted to work on something else for a change.

"It's great, yesterday I-" he bolted up out of his seat, rattling the table and shaking his and Ned's trays. "Crap!". Several people at tables close to theirs stared at Peter with mixed expressions of annoyance and confusion. Blushing he quickly sat back down, face burning from embarrassment.

Turning back to Ned he frantically hissed under his breath."Ned, it's Thursday!" His best friend frowned.

"Yeah, why?"

"That's when I work with Mr. Stark!"

Finally realizing what Peter was implying, Ned gasped. "Dude! What will he say when you show up late? Can you even get into SI without Happy?"

Peter shook his head. "I don't know. But what will I tell him? I can't tell him I got a detention, then he would think I get in trouble too much. He might take away my suit again!"

Ned frowned. "Just tell Happy that you had decathlon practice and your staying after school. He'll probably just come later or something."

Peter sighed and pulled out his phone. "Thanks Ned."

Quicky unlocking it, he pulled up the chat and texted Happy a quick message.

Spooder-Man: Hey Happy? I have emergency decathlon practice for an hour after school.

Not knowing what else to say Peter put his phone away before a teacher saw it and he got in more trouble. A small pool of guilt slowly formed in his stomach, and grew faster when he got a text back from Happy.

Happy Hogan: ok

Happy Hogan: I'll be waiting outside at 4

Ned looked over at his friends phone. "Oh good he- crap! Mr. Morita's coming!" Peter quickly stuffed his phone into his jeans and started to shovel food into his mouth, trying to eat as much as he could before the bell rang.

-o-

Peter Parker walked out of Midtown High, squinting as the sunlight hit his eyes. The rest of school was as uneventful and boring as any other day. Flash had been particularly hard on him today, tripping him in gym class and calling him "Penis Parker" an excessive amount of times in the hallways. But now, the agonizing long detention was over and Peter was free!

Sure enough, an expensive, black car with tinted windows was waiting outside. Happy honked once, twice, and the teenager picked up his pace. Swinging open the car door, Peter slipped inside.

"Hey Happy." Peter's voice was duller than usual, and the grumpy, yet soft hearted bodyguard noticed that.

"What's wrong?"

Peter blinked, shocked. "W-what do you mean?"

"Usually you practically bounce in, talking a mile a minute, spewing your senseless word vomit." Happy turned towards the flabbergasted teenager. "You alright?"

"Oh, heh, yeah. I'm just tired, that's all." Happy frowned and studied Peter for a second longer. He shrugged and turned back to the wheel and started the car.

"If you say so kid."

After an awkward and silent ride, Peter was glad to get out of the suffocating car and out into the crisp November air. As he walked into Mr. Stark's lab, he heard a loud curse and the sound of glass breaking. Running around the corner, he stopped when he saw Tony surrounded by a shattered mug. It was the Ironman mug Peter got his mentor for Tony's birthday. It was meant to be sort of a joke, and Peter never expected him to use it for anything, but Tony had been extremely touched and now used it for everything. His morning coffee, his afternoon coffee, his evening coffee, his midnight coffee, his two in the morning coffee, his…

Tony had a serious coffee problem.

The inventor stared at the broken momento and clumsily rubbed his hands a couple times against his exhausted face in a sad attempt to wake himself up. He cursed a couple more times and started the stumble away to the nearest closet to get a broom. Peter realized Mr. Stark hadn't noticed his presence yet.

"Um, M-mister Stark?" Tony whirled around.

"What the heck-, Peter?" The billionaire relaxed, realizing it was only his intern and started to walk over. "How was decathlon practice?"

Peter, still shellshocked blinked a couple times before he rediscovered his voice "Wha- Oh! Decathlon practice! Yeah! Um, it was good."

Tony nodded knowingly as he snatched a stake, half eaten bagel from one of the tables and ripped a bite of it. He pointed to Peter with the bagel, and mouth still full of food, he spewed out,

"Yeah, only you didn't have decathlon practice. I asked your principal and he said no 'emergency meeting' was scheduled for today" He poked Peters chest with the bagel. "Was detention boring?"

Peter opened and closed his mouth a couple times, completely flabbergasted. Mr. Stark and asked his principal about decathlon practice? Why the heck would he do that?

Tony grinned "Pete, you look like a fish."

Peter click when you shut his mouth with an audible click. His face felt hot with embarrassment for the umpteenth time today.

Tony waved his intern over to a metal work desk. "You can tell me about what you did while you help me with a new idea I've got. You know, I got quite a few detentions back in my days, there was that time when…

"Sooo… yeah. I promise next one will not be Peter Parker. ( I mean, there's nothing wrong with that Spider-Man is my favorite superhero, but…) I have a really good idea and it might take me a bit longer to write it because the idea just has so much in it.

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