A/N: Chapter Three is based off prompt Six: Write a chapter in which a character must spend detention with an enemy.
(The enemy is Wade btw.)
Fun detention + some Shakespeare. Always fun. Also more McCoy. Yay!

Peter looked at the door with a sense of foreboding.
Detention.
He was so dead.
He tried very hard to put aside Tony's 'advice' – the running away bit, stiffened his shoulders and walked in.
From the front of the room, McCoy looked up from his papers. He waved his hand. "Sit down."
Peter scanned the room and was surprised to see that Wade was already there. He hadn't even expected him to turn up.
Wade grinned and waved. "Come sit next to me."
McCoy glanced at him. "Sitting together is what got you both here, Wilson." He looked at Peter. "Opposite side of the room please."
Peter nodded dumbly and did as he was told.
The teacher surveyed the two boys and adjusted his glasses.
"It's been a while since I've given a detention." He admitted.
Peter sank down in his seat. Of course he wouldn't. Who would want to upset such a fantastic teacher? He wondered if he'd be paying in guilt for the rest of his life.
McCoy picked up two sheets of paper and crossed the room, giving each boy a paper before moving towards the door. "I've decided to go with the classics. Copy the poem out twenty times. It's Shakespeare," he added. "A classic poet for a classic punishment." He gave the students one last look. "No talking. I'll be back in half an hour."
With that he disappeared through the door.
Peter looked at the title of the piece and got out his book. Sonnet 130.
He began writing.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun.
From the other side of the room, he heard the sound of scratching of pen on paper.
Peter let himself relax. He could do this.
Coral is far more red than her lips' red.
He could do this.
If snow be white…
Wade's pen stopped.
He could do this.
If hair be wires…
There was the sound of paper ripping.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
A paper plane landed on his desk.
He couldn't do this.
He picked up the plane.
'sOrRY aBout THis PaRKer.'
Peter blinked, and looked over at Wade. "It's fine," he muttered.
Wade gave him an alarmed look and shook his head. He scribbled down something on a new sheet of paper, ripped it out of his book and folded it into a new plane, which promptly landed on his desk.
And in some perfumes are there more delights,
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

He wondered how Wade had gotten so good at aiming paper planes.
'hE SaID we CaN't TalK.'
Peter rolled his eyes.
'I think paper planes were included in subtext.' He wrote on one of the planes, then threw it back.
It fell about two meters short and Peter blushed. Wade laughed and got up, bringing the plane back to his desk. He shook his head as he wrote a reply and threw it back, landing perfectly again.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
that music hath a far more pleasing sound.
'If he DiDn'T SAy iT, It'S AllOWeD. HaS To bE ExPlicIt, ThaT'S mY MotTo.'
'That's not how it works.' Once again his throw fell short.
'yOu HaVE To BE creative PEtey.'
'Being creative is what got us into this mess.'
'YoU'rE CuTe WhEn yOu're teLLing mE OfF.'
Peter flushed. 'Stop it.'
'eVeN CuteR wHen You BLusH.'
Peter ducked his head and spent the next few minutes doing his work.
Another plane landed on his desk. 'It'S TrUE, yOu KnoW.'
Peter looked at him, his face on fire. Wade winked back.
Peter moved his focus back to his work, beginning a new page.
I grant I never saw a goddess go.
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
Wade tapped his pen on the desk loudly. Peter gave him a frown. Wade mimed writing and Peter scowled.
'Do your work.' This time it actually landed on Wade's desk. Briefly.
'i aM.' Wade held up his book – which had several copies of Sonnet 130 written in his erratic handwriting.
Peter blinked in surprise and grabbed one of the other planes. 'How?!'
Wade shrugged and threw the plane back. 'wHaT caN I saY, I'M creative.'
Peter laughed, causing Wade to grin, and they passed the rest of the detention in a comfortable silence.
And yet, by heaven I think my love as rare,
as any she belied with false compare.

A/N: And yeah, the Shakespeare punishment is inspired by the X-Men evolution episode where McCoy makes that student memorise a scene from a Shakespearian play. So I didn't include the whole poem, since the 'If snow be white' line could be considered a bit crass (like sorta, but since this is for a competition I thought I shouldn't risk it. I'll write it properly when I post this on my other accounts.) Even though I have the poem memorised, I double checked it online - . Also, there are a bunch more lines that I didn't add in for reasons so yeah you should check it out.
Ahaha, cute right?