Peter B Parker was used to dealing with grumpy New Yorkers, not saying he likes them or something, just that he loves to work in the early morning.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning and he was swinging around contemplating important things, like, in Spanish you don't capitalize the first letter of the month, or day but in English, you do. It must suck to be a native Hispanic and constantly having to remember English grammar.
"Peter, you have an incoming call from Mr Tony Stark. Should I let the call through?"
"Yeah, go ahead Karen."
It was quiet for a while, and all Peter could hear was heavy breathing. Was Tony in trouble or something? Or having a panic attack?
" Mr Stark? Hello?" Nothing. Then came a groan, and the call ended.
" That was strange..."
- 2 hours later
"Good morning class, it seems like all of you have finally decided to quiet down long enough for me to continue." Mrs Harrington forced a smile, and was clearly pis- I mean mad. Flash and his best friend, Haris, were sadly in this class, which was obviously why no one was listening to the poor teacher, not that she cared.
" Anyways," she states quietly. "I hope you all returned your permission slip last week! I know the original plan was to go on a school/class picnic as a goodbye to all of our seniors, but plans have changed! Because of your caring principle, and constant nagging of students," Peter gave a slight chuckle. " we managed to grab the next available spot for the Avenger tower tour! How about that? FINALLY happy?"
The class gets so quiet, that you can hear Mrs H's ragged breathing. Or maybe that's just Peter. Yeah, just Peter.
"Looks like someone's screwed!" Flash breaks the silence by pointing an accusatory finger at me. It takes me a second to .01 seconds to understand what he means, and then I remember about my internship.
"Do you still not believe Peter? Seriously?" MJ sneers, and 'holds back' her laughter. "Didn't think you were THAT stupid. Sorry, not." The class is filled with "Oo's" and Ms Harrington tries to regain their attention.
"Thanks MJ" I mutter, loud enough for only her and maybe Ned and possibly Evelyn to hear. She has great hearing.
