Oh my gosh, guys, I'm so sorry I haven't updated! I just ran into this major writer's block, and I couldn't get over it, but I finally did! Yay! This chapter kind of sucks, but I tried...

and yes, Peter's hand would hurt after it was shot. Whenever he uses his 'hand' it's his good hand.

Okay read now XD

Tuesday morning was a morning like any other. The day after Monday… not any better than the previous day.

Zoe skipped into class happily, and upon spotting Peter, she grinned and rushed over, sitting on top of his desk. "You're back! Finally! What happened? Why were you grounded? Tell me all about it! Who died? Who lived? ARE YOU DEAD?!"

"Umm… no, I am not dead." he shook his head, smiling slightly. "If I were dead, I probably wouldn't be talking to you right now."

"Well, you could be a ghost! Duh!" Zoe rolled her eyes as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. "But fine. What happeeeened?"

"Uh…" Peter trailed off uncomfortably. "I… forgot something… and Mr. Stark got mad…"

"What did you forget?" Zoe asked, looking at him with an expectant smile.

"Erm… something important?"

"Tell meeeee," Zoe whined.

"I… forgot… my… uh… web… shooters?" He said it as more of a question, hoping she wouldn't do something totally Zoe-ish.

"You… you forgot your…" she stared at him blankly, as if she was waiting for him to laugh, saying 'just kidding, I'm not that dumb.' However, that didn't come, and after a moment, she realized that he was serious. "Spider-Man couldn't shoot webs?" the corners of her lips twitched upwards, and she began to grin. "That's… that's…" she began to laugh so hard that people began to stare. "That's hilarious!" Then, noticing the people giving them odd looks, she scowled. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT PEOPLE? NOTHING TO SEE HERE, GO BACK TO YOUR OWN BUSINESS!" she yelled. Only once people had started ignoring them again, did she continue. "I can't believe Spider-"

"Yes, yes, you've already said that." Peter groaned. "It's not funny."

"Actually, it's hilarious," Zoe giggled. "So you forgot your web shooters, then what happened?"

"I had to save these two kids… against these seven, I think, guys. I got overwhelmed, and Karen decided to call Tony… then he grounded me."

"So Mr. Stark really did ground you! Wait, did he mention anything about that peanut butter, cause if he did-"

"What is it with you and peanut butter?"

"I ran out and I don't have a job. How am I supposed to eat?"

"Sandwiches?"

"No, I eat it out of the jar… you don't do that?"

"...no…" Peter slowly shook his head.

"Yeah well… uhh…" her eyes widened as she gasped, covering her mouth.

"What?" Peter frowned.

"Your initials are PB." she stared at him in awe. "PB! PEANUT BUTTER. You're Peanut Butter Parker!"

Peter facepalmed. "That was stupid and random."

"No, peanut butter was totally on topic! And…" she gasped once again, squealing quietly. "MY MIDDLE NAME IS JORDAN!"

"...and?" Peter looked completely lost.

"WE'RE PB AND J! REMEMBER MY SANDWICH ANALOGY? REMEMBER IT?"

Peter slowly nodded. "Yes… okay…"

"BE EXCITED!"

Before Peter could reply, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. Zoe sighed, sliding off of the desk and hopping into her own seat, right beside his. "You should really learn to be more excited for things."

"I'm grounded for a week and a half, how am I supposed to be excited?"

Zoe frowned, resting her chin on her palm. She squinted, staring at Peter as if she was studying him, before beginning to grin. "I know how!"

-after class-

He had, of course, needed to wait until after class to see what Zoe was so excited about. After she had gained an idea, she refused to tell him what it was, and insisted he wait.

"So…?" Peter asked, absentmindedly turning the dial on his locker. "What's your idea?"

"You get to wait even longer!" Zoe smirked. "It's too long of an idea for passing period. I'll tell you during study hall."

"Come on, you've kept me in suspense already for like, forty-five minutes!" Peter whined.

"I know!" Zoe grinned. "And now I get to keep you in even more suspense!" she sighed happily, "Ah, I love life."

"Hey, Parker! Frader!"

"Crap, I changed my mind, I hate it. Quick! Hide me in your locker!"

Peter rolled his eyes, "Somehow, I feel like that's not going to work very well."

Flash approached the two, shoving Peter harshly. Peter lost his balance, falling to the ground. He landed on his hand, wincing in pain.

"Really, Flash?" Zoe scowled at him, helping Peter to stand. "I- oh my god, Peter, you're bleeding!"

"What?" Peter looked at his hand, which was wrapped in white gauze, although it was quickly changing to a crimson red. "Crap."

Zoe frowned, then smirked a little, running up to a teacher. "Flash tried to kill Peter and now Peter is bleeding."

"What?! No, I didn't! It was an accident!" Flash denied.

"I saw it happen!"

The teacher frowned. "Ms. Frader, please take Mr. Parker to the nurse, and then we'll get this sorted out."

"I swear, I didn't do it!" Flash argued again.

"Mr. Thompson, that's enough."

Flash crossed his arms, glaring at Peter. "See ya!" Zoe said, nodding at Peter, and the pair began to head down the hall. Distantly, they heard Flash deny the accusation, but plenty of people had seen it happen, and plenty of people hated Flash, so both knew that his argument would, overall, fail.

"Are you okay?" Zoe frowned, looking again at Peter's hand. "I mean like, Flash didn't even push you that hard, but I mean, hey, technically he's the reason you're bleeding, so I figured getting him in trouble for it would benefit both of us anyway, so why not? But really though, are you okay?"

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt that much." Peter shrugged.

"What even happened to your hand?" Zoe raised an eyebrow. "Wait wait! Did it happen when you forgot your-"

"Yes." Peter sighed. "I got shot in the hand."

Zoe's eyes widened, her jaw dropping open. "Holy… what?! How? Why?"

"What do you mean how and why? A thug pointed a gun and pulled a trigger!"

A few people gave them odd looks, and Zoe quickly shushed him. "Quiet!"

"Right, right, sorry."

-in the nurse's office, a few minutes later-

"Well now that we're in here, I'll be right back." Zoe commented, after the nurse had left to get more of some sort of thing that Zoe hadn't cared enough to pay attention to.

"Wait, where are you going?" Peter questioned.

"Somewhere magical!" Zoe said, waving her hands around for effect. Directly after, she added in a blank voice, "Known as the hallway."

Peter laughed, "Yep, sounds super magical."

Zoe ran out, the door swinging shut behind her. Peter looked around the small office, taking in the details. He hadn't really been in this room more than once or twice before, and it was just so… plain. Except for a colorful rack of magazines on a small table, the room was snow white. The cupboards each had dirty metal handles, and their was another small dash of color - in the form of a red first aid sign taped lazily on the wall.

There were two beds, and the other was currently empty. Both weren't high off the ground, but (surprise!) of course, they were white.

"I'm baaack!" Zoe announced, flinging the door open. "Did ya miss me?"

"Eh." Peter shrugged jokingly.

Zoe mocked a gasp of offense, putting a hand to her heart (the other was behind her back). "How could you?! I thought you loved me!" she dramatically sunk to her knees, lowering her head.

"Get up, drama queen." Peter rolled his eyes with a wide grin. "Now what are you holding?"

"In this hand, I hold…" Zoe began in a lowish tone as she stood, "The key to entertainment! I give you…" and she slowly pulled it out from behind her back.

"Oh my god." Peter facepalmed (with his uninjured hand, of course!)

-fifteen painful minutes later-

"Hakuna Matata!" Zoe sung, strumming on the ukulele. "What a wonderful phrase!"

"You've been singing this for fifteen minutes!" Peter exclaimed, covering one of his ears. "Why did it have to be my hand… at least if it was my gut or something I could still cover my ears!"

"HEY! Are you insulting my singing skills?!" Zoe cried.

"No, I'm insulting both your singing skills and your ukulele skills." Peter corrected.

"Oh, yeah, that's sooo much nicer." Zoe frowned, before putting the ukulele down. "Just be glad I found something to keep you entertained!"

"Where did you even get that?"

"Uhh…" Zoe stared off for a moment, before grinning sheepishly. "Nowhere."

"Should I be worried?"

"When the cops ask, I did nothing."

"Wait what?"

"Gotta go byyyye!"

Ah, Zoe and her antics. Come to think of it, where did she get the ukulele? (And for those of you that are wondering, yes, that's what she was planning to show Peter during their free period)

Anyway... I'm like really scared I'm gonna get bad/mean reviews on this chapter XD

I guess that's life... *cries hysterically*

*clears throat*

Okay... bye now kittens!

Until next time, Kat signing off.