A/N: Here's chapter eight, y'all!
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Eight
Peter and his class stared at each other for several moments. Mr. Harrington sat at his desk, absolutely shell-shocked.
"Please," Peter finally broke the silence, his voice carrying across the room, "don't tell anyone else."
"Why shouldn't we?"
The words came from Flash, and everyone- including Peter and Mr. Harrington- turned to glare at him.
"Do you know what would happen if you revealed that information to anyone?" Peter demanded, stepping closer to Flash, his authoritative mode activated.
Flash's eyes grew wide at the serious expression on Peter's face.
"No," he shook his head.
"Well," Peter began, "it would be very detrimental to my health, and most likely the Avengers' health. You see, there's a man known as Senator Ross, and he makes it his business to know everyone else's business. So he knows some of the people at S.H.I.E.L.D., and he knows the Avengers. He knows me, because he knows that I practically live with the Avengers. Ross loves power, but if there's one thing he loves more than anything, it's experimenting. You probably don't know who Daniel Whitehall is?"
Everyone shook their heads, and Peter started pacing.
"Daniel Whitehall was a psychopath. He experimented on other human beings- specifically, enhanced human beings- to figure out what gave them their powers, and how they worked. Senator Ross is just like Daniel Whitehall. He knows about Spiderman, knows that his- my- powers don't derive from the suit. He knows Spiderman is enhanced, and he wants to experiment on and dissect," Peter enunciated the words, " him. Or rather, me. If Ross were to figure out who's underneath the mask, not only would he torture me to insanity, he would go after the Avengers, because he hates all of them for being enhanced heroes. So, no, Eugene, you shouldn't reveal to anyone what you've just learned, because several people could be injured or killed if you do."
Flash was absolutely silent, his eyes wide and face pale. Peter took a deep breath, and his SPidey Sense calmed down.
"I'm not going to ask you all to sign NDA's," he told them once his heart stopped running marathons, "because I trust you won't say anything."
"We won't breathe a word," MJ swore, standing up and saluting him. "We're the Peter Parker Protection Squad, now."
Peter grinned. Gosh, he was so grateful for MJ.
"The Peter Parker Protection Squad?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.
Everyone- minus Flash, who was still standing there in shocked silence- nodded enthusiastically.
"We can make excuses for you if you're late to any other classes!" Abe declared, a smile on his face.
Cindy nodded again.
"And if you're ever injured, we'll help you!"
Mr. Harrington stood and walked over to Peter, and placed a hand on the teen's shoulder.
"We're all here to help you, Peter," the man said. "All you have to do is say the word, and we'll help."
Peter's heart swelled with emotion as he looked at his friends. He really did have a crazy life, but it sure was a good one.
"Thank you," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "Thank you all so much."
