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Chapter 4: Grocery shopping & Back to School
Peter hesitates before opening the window of his bedroom and crawling in. The teenager silently slips out of the room and down to the kitchen. He stands in the doorway, contemplating whether to open his mouth and say something, or stand there for a while longer.
"You don't have to stand there Peter. I know you're there." Despite everything, Peter can't help but look indignant.
"Come on! Not even Wolverine and Daredevil can sense me when I sneak up on people! Wolverine and Daredevil! How could you possibly know I was there?"
"I'm your aunt." May replies matter-of-factly. Peter grunts in response, before remembering why he had just been standing there.
"Umm…I'm so sorry Aunt May. I…I'm sorry." Peter finishes lamely, looking down at the floor.
"Peter. You drag yourself in during the middle of the night, making an unbelievable racket, and leave blood all over your sheets. You can't honestly believe that I wouldn't figure it out, did you?"
"Umm…does this mean that you won't ground me?"
"You're grounded until you leave for college."
"But…"
"No buts. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Aunt May." Peter replies dejectedly. He turns to leave, and drags his feet as he makes his way to his bedroom.
"Oh, and Peter, if you won't go back to school today, be a dear and get the milk and eggs." Peter sighs and stomps back down.
"Yes Aunt May." He peers into a window, and thanks his lucky stars that the paparazzi haven't arrived yet.
Peter walks over to the nearest convenience store with his hoodie pulled up over his head. Apparently, it covers him enough so that nobody recognizes him.
Entering the store, Peter quickly walks over to the refrigerated section and grabs a carton of eggs and a gallon of milk. Peter inwardly groans as he looks at the long line. Just my luck. Of course. Having resigned himself to a lengthy wait, Peter stands in line, shifting slightly in paranoia.
Just as he was about to pay for the products, Peter stiffens. The warning tingle of his sixth sense causes him to pivot and face the door. The young hero narrows his eyes as he counts down in his head. Three, two, and…one!
A gang of would-be robbers enter the store confidently. Their leader, a big, brutish man, stalks over to the counter, where Peter stands protectively, fingers curling to just barely tap at his handy-dandy web shooters as a reflex. The villain looks down at him, unable to see any of his features clearly because of his hoodie, and slowly lets out a low chuckle.
"Listen kid, don't play hero. You'll end up hurting your pretty, little face." Peter steps to the side as he analyzes the evil-doers weapons. Really? Bats and crowbars? These must be first timers if they don't think to bring guns. Or they are cocky enough to believe they don't need them. A split second before the brute closes his fingers around a fistful of money, Peters hand darts out and closes around the brute's wrist.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that."
"Or what? You'll call the police? Listen, we are the Tarantula gang. You don't mess with us. Go play with your little toys. That way you don't get hurt."
"You give spiders a bad name. I am deeply ashamed of your indecency." Peter smirks slightly as he says this.
Before the other can react, Peter flips him over and webs him up.
"Normally, this is the time were you back off and let me gift wrap you to the police. Anybody up for that?" The other gang members look enraged. A skinny man starts to chant in a low voice.
Peter shivers as he feels him probing at his mind. Dozens of spiders emerge from nooks and crannies to converge on Peter. The young Avenger rips his hood of in disbelief. The crooks look smug until Peter speaks up.
"Are you people brain dead? You do know that I'm Spider-Man for a reason, right? Go back home little guys." The eight legged creatures decide to follow Peters command over the crooks.
"Spider charming isn't your job!"
"Spider charming? Oh you people are disgrace to villains everywhere. Anyway all I did was to bring them back to their senses."
"Get the insect!" Peter sighs as he disarms the crooks easily, and engages in brief moments of hand-to-hand combat that he easily wins.
"You people name yourself after a type of spider, yet you call them insects. They don't make bad guys like they used too, I guess." Peter webs the last baddie to the wall before turning to the shocked civilians. "Um, could I please buy the milk and eggs?"
The clerk quickly rings him up and hands him the bag. Peter nods before dashing out of the store.
Peter smacks his infernal alarm clock into pieces, before rolling over in bed. However, the ringing of his cell wakes him enough to answer.
"Lemme sleep." The answering chuckle makes Peter bury his face into his pillow.
"This is your wake up call, courtesy of your friendly, neighborhood Human Torch."
"Don' rip me off Flame-for-Brains." In response Peter gets a dial tone.
Grumbling, Peter readies himself for the torture he will go through. He walks downstairs, preparing his Spidey persona. Peter grins and waves at the swarm of paparazzi outside his house, before leaping over their heads and rushing to school.
The second he arrives at Midtown, he makes a beeline for friends and explains, giving them the full story. Once he's satisfied they won't kill him, Peter stops, and lets Gwen give him the LOOK. After that, the quintet walks into the school. Peter stands tall and proud, not letting the stares and whispers affect him. He grabs his books and walks to his first class, which just his luck, is P.E.
The coach blows his whistle loudly.
"Listen up; today we'll play a game of hard core dodge ball. If you get hit you're out. And you can't let yourself be hit. Parker, if you can beat on super villains, try to not be knocked out in the first round." Peter grins at the coach.
"Sure thing!" Peter grabs one of the weapons (dodge balls) and throws it at the nearest person. It is, predictably, a perfect hit. At that very moment, the unspoken command of trying to beat Peter is issued, and everybody throws everything they have at him.
Peter stands amidst all his beaten opponents as he walks to Spanish.
Señorita Vera stands in front of the class as she teaches that days lesson, when Peter walks in.
"*Hola Pedro. Bienvenido a nuestra clase. Como quieres que te llamemos?" Peter looks at his Spanish teacher for a moment.
"*Esta bien Pedro, Maestra. Es mi nombre de civil." Peter grins at his teacher as he replies in Spanish, seeing how adamant she is about students speaking Spanish in her room.
Peter prepares to answer but the urgent Avengers Assemble buzz causes him to face palm. "Oh yeah, I forgot about the press conference." Peter jumps out the window abrubtly.
AN: Well this is it. R&R please!
Translations:* Hi Peter. Welcome to our class. How would you like to be called?
*Peter is fine. It's my civilian name.
I did not use Google translate for this. It might not be formal Spanish, though.
