A/N Have fun.
"Penis Parker is a lying faggot" I stared into the mirror, the scrawled words of shame made my heart clench.
I took some paper towels from the dispenser and wiped it clean. Harley couldn't see this.
We had become as close as brothers as of late and he wouldn't be too keen on taking it out with flash and his cronies. I tightened my hold on my backpack trying to forget about the sight.
"Parker wassup?"Harley fell into step with me, rattling off about something that happened in chemistry class. I listened to him until we finally reached the cafeteria even though I wasn't really hungry, I found it relaxing to hear my friends bitch about class. It seemed so normal.
I squeezed in between Ned and MJ while Harley settled himself beside Mira. I helped myself to some horrible mashed potatoes and some salad. I surveyed my beverage choices and grabbed a bottle of water for later and a carton of milk to drink.
Mid meal Mr. Wilson told us about a special assembly. A collective groan rang through the hall as Harley and I shared a secret smile.
I was interrupted for the second time by a ball of paper hitting the back of my skull. I bent down to grab the paper and felt the embarrassment set deep into my bones as I read. "You're a dumb bitch who no one loves. Those people you're sitting with are fake, they don't love you they feel bad for you just like the avengers you privileged faggot."
A hand swiped down and took the note from me. I looked up and stared into cool blue eyes. Fuck, Harley had read the note. MJ grabbed the offensive note.
"Flash Thompson."She deduced with a sad smile.
Harley was halfway across the hall before everyone realized what he was going to do. I shot up running after him as fast as I could without giving away my superpowers. I helplessly tried to grab the back of his shirt but I was too late.
"Privileged huh?" Harley growled as he pinned flash against the wall. "He's not the only one," Flash smirked, keeping his cool.
"Shut the fuck up, you don't know what you're talking about. Peter's entire family is gone. His father figure is constantly in danger and my father walked out on me, Ned's been bullied since he was a child. Mira here was raped and MJ?" He regarded her with a sympathetic smile and motioned to her arm. She shared a look with me and I gave her a soft nod in encouragement. In one fluid motion, she revealed her arms which bore cuts inflicted by herself.
Flash looked remorseful for the first time but his cronies arrived with Mr. Wilson and completely misread the situation. Mr. Wilson dialed a number that seemed sickeningly like Mr. Stark's, the cronies pulled Harley off and started to fight Flash, Ned and I desperately tried to diffuse it while MJ beat the fuckers up.
Mira bodily threw herself into Mr. Wilson and there was a concerning crunch from somewhere. Just then Mr. Stark showed up and with a loud whistle, he managed to get the situation into control. Right… he was part of the special assembly.
That's how we found ourselves packed into the principal's office with the avengers, everyone involved in the fight, and their parents.
I glanced around, Mira was yelled at by Pietro meanwhile Harley was nursing an injured arm and holding an ice pack to his head. Ned looked pretty much fine and MJ looked like she had just come back from war.
"How?" Mr. Holt found his voice passing files to the parents and guardians. "Well-" I started but was cut off by flash "It's my fault, sir, I've been bullying Peter since the fifth grade and it got a little out of hand. Peter has the notes and the other stuff." He sounded apologetic. That was new.
Holt looked at me as if asking me if it was true, I reached in my bag and pulled out three months' worth of evidence.
From the corner of my eye, I could see biting the inside of his cheek. "Well, Mr. Thompson, Mr. James, Mr. Da rien, Mr. Jefferson, Mr. Loran, Mr. O' Neil, Mr. Keener, Miss. Jones and Miss Millers you are suspended until further notice, effective immediately. As for you Mr. Parker, I would like you and Mr. Stark to stay and we'll have a little chat." Holt decided with an air of finality.
I saw MJ fidget and play with her bag straps before walking out. Her parents weren't here which meant she would catch a ride with one of us.
"Uh, , Peter. You were being bullied pretty badly. At least that's what I can collect from these notes. I would usually recommend the school counselor but I think that you should go to an actual therapist. A good one and Peter I would like you to stay home for a while with your friends. Just to have a little recovery. It won't hurt considering this is the last week before the exams, don't worry you can sit this one out. It's the least I can do. I'll see you soon." He dismissed us with a soft smile.
The second we were out, I expected Mr. Stark to be a little angry instead he wrapped his arms around me protectively and murmured something about me acting stupid and not telling him about flash.
"Um, did I just get suspended?" I asked against his dress shirt, ruining the moment. He gave a throaty laugh and let me go.
Just then someone tapped on my shoulder, I turned around to face MJ. " Peter, I need to ask you for a big favor." She explained pulling me into a secluded part of the hall. I gave her a confused look before sitting down on the floor next to her.
"Listen, I don't want everyone to know but my home life is shit. My parents are hella abusive and I have proof." She stopped to pull up a section of her shirt where ugly bruises and cuts were littered across her flesh." SO… I'm skipping town, today is the last day I'm here. I just wanted someone to know. Also…" she leaned towards me and captured my lips in a shy kiss.
"MJ wait!" I scrambled up as she started to leave. "I have a question, where will you go?" I asked my voice getting higher with every word. "SHH, I don't know." She shrugged calmly.
I grabbed her arm and ran towards "Kid, slow down what's up?" He asked, "I need to borrow 500,000 dollars, NO QUESTIONS."I blurted out, not wanting to give away the problem.
"Okay…" he answered, writing a cheque looking confused.
Finally, I could help someone without the suit
A/N so… hola