A/N: Here's chapter two of Agent Parker!

Disclaimer: Don't own it, please don't sue me!

Two

When Peter reached school, he was becoming increasingly worried for his team. It had been pure radio silence after he'd texted Fury.

"You okay, dude?" Ned asked him when he walked into first period.

"Yeah," Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair (a nervous tick he'd picked up from Fitz). "I'm just… tired."

Ned accepted the lie with a shrug, but MJ narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion. He offered her a reassuring smile, which she returned and then went back to her book.

When the lesson began, Peter hardly paid attention. He kept checking his watch every five seconds, waiting to hear from his team. His leg bounced at impossible speeds with nervousness and worry.

He didn't know how he made it to lunch without going crazy.

"Are you sure you're okay, Peter?" MJ asked him as they sat down. "You've been on edge all day."

"Seriously, dude," Ned agreed. "The table is shaking from how hard you're bouncing your leg."

"I know, I know," he breathed, running his hands down his face and groaning. "I'll tell you guys later, I promise, it's just… you wouldn't understand."

Ned blinked, confused, before his eyes softened and he placed a hand on Peter's shoulder.

"Spidey stuff?" he asked.

"No," Peter groaned again. He shook his head. "I'll tell you later."

He dug into his lunch, ignoring the way his best friends watched him with worry in their eyes. As he brought his fork to his mouth, his eyes found the hallway just outside the lunchroom, and what he saw made him turn as white as a sheet.

Ward.

Talking to Mr. Harrington.

And his arm was wrapped protectively around Daisy's waist.

Peter looked at his friend's face, and when he saw the fear in her eyes, anger surged through him.

His fork snapped in two, clattering to his plate with a muffled clink!.

"Peter?" MJ asked, and he realized he was breathing heavily.

"Sure," Peter heard Mr. Harrignton say. "You'll need to sign him out, but he's right in there."

Peter watched Ward and Daisy walk into the lunchroom, and his eyes met Ward's.

The sick monster's a good actor, Peter thought as Ward plastered a pleasant smile onto his face.

"Heya, Pete," the traitor said. "May sent us to pick you up."

To everyone else, it sounded like Aunt May.

But Peter knew the truth.

He stood and looked at Daisy, and she gave him a look. He got the message instantly.

He doesn't know I know. I can't fight him.

Peter gave a small nod and gave her a look in return.

Run, it said. I'll take care of him.

"So," Peter began, looking at Ward, his voice eerily calm, "d'you wanna explain why the heck you betrayed us all?"

Ward's pleasant expression fell immediately at the words, and Daisy took that as her cue to step away from his embrace.

"Run, Daisy!" Peter yelled at her, as Ward grabbed the teen by the collar and shoved him against the lunch table.

"I can't just leave you!" she shouted back. "And I can't quak him, it'll tear the school down!"

"Get to Phil!" Peter yelled at her, shoving Ward off of him. "Go, Daisy!"

She ran.

Ward pulled his pistol from his belt, causing all of the students- including Ned and MJ- to scream and stand up. They ran to the corner of the room, huddling close together.

The gun was aimed right at Peter's heart.

"I don't wanna hurt you, Peter," Ward said, his voice loud over the sound of the fire alarms.

Everyone heard him.

Peter gave a dry chuckle.

"Sure you don't," he spat. "Traitor."

"I didn't want to betray you," Ward continued. "Or Daisy. I didn't want anyone to get hurt."

Peter's gaze held an anger and hatred no one had ever seen before.

"Tell that to the two bullet holes in Daisy's stomach that are still healing," he growled. "I always thought there was something off about you. Turns out you were a Nazi spy all along."

Ward scowled.

"I am not a Nazi," he growled, his grip on the gun tightening.

"Go ahead and shoot me, Ward," Peter told him. "It won't hurt me and you know it."

Ward's gaze shifted for a moment to look at the gun, and then back at Peter. A frightening smirk crept it's way onto his lips.

He didn't look like Ward at all.

"Fine," he said.

The boom of the gun made everyone scream again, but Peter didn't even flinch when the bullet tore through his shoulder.

"PETER!" MJ screamed, starting to run forward, but Ned held her back.

Ward whipped around and aimed his gun at her.

"Don't move!" he yelled.

MJ had tears in her eyes as she looked at Peter, but she seemed unfazed by the gun.

"Alright," Peter growled, unzipping his jacket to reveal his blood-stained, collared white button-down.

He rolled his sleeved up to above his elbows, his hair in his face and a scowl on his lips. He cracked his knuckles and took a step towards Ward, the muscles in his arms bulging as he flexed.

"Now I'm angry."