A/N: Hellooooooo, and welcome back. So. I said I would post this Monday, but I got busy. And lazy. I made promises I couldn't keep. But we all know that those are the best kinds.
And here it is, and hopefully you enjoy, and for those who commented about this story being rather plotless, I will get to that, and the superhero stuff eventually. But some things come at the price of patience, and that is what you have to pay when reading this.
Thank you to all of my reviewers, and I apologize if I did not respond to your comment.
Live long and prosper,
Sophie

Peter sat outside, enjoying the fresh autumn air as he watched groups of students do their own thing. The cheerleaders practicing their routine for the football game, the geeks reading books and showing off their new collectable bobble-head Spock and captain Kirk action figures. The popular girls gossiping and the unpopular girls talking about the latest episode of adventure time and discussing random ideas about the meaning of life and the universe. (A/N: I don't know about you guys, but that's what I talk about with my friends.) The nerds getting bullied and those who weren't talking about some new book they read or answers on their science homework. Peter, not really accepted by any one group, sat alone at a picnic table. He took a bite of his sandwich.

Gwen Stacy was sitting atop a different table, reading a book. Legs crossed, hair up, concentrating. Peter held up his camera. Gwen looked up at him a second before he took the shot. She raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Were you stalking me, Peter Parker?" She said as Peter put down his camera as if to look inconspicuous. He blushed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Come on Peter." She giggled.

"Fine. You looked cute reading." Had he just said that out loud? Peter looked down at his hands. Then looked back up at Gwen, who was blushing.

"Well, I am flattered." She said and leapt off the table and sat next to Peter. "Oh, and did you finish my book? I finished yours." She dug into her backpack and pulled out the book Peter had lent her.

"Yes, I will give it to you, wait a sec." Peter then retrieved Gwen's book and swapped it back with his. Suddenly, a bright red headed figure plopped down in front of them.

"Hey MJ." Gwen said. Peter then continued on his lunch.

"Hey you guys. Glad you saved me a seat, Peter."

"Don't mention it." Peter said, still busy with his sandwich. As he was about to take a bite, Peter felt a familiar tingling in the back of his neck, and without knowledge of what he was doing, Peter launched himself from the table, did a back-handspring off of the concrete, and landed in a crouching position. It had all felt as if it was going in slow-motion, but super-fast at the same time. Peter was bewildered as he slowly stood up. He then realized that the cause of this had been the lasagna that Flash had launched at him from a nearby table. Peter looked up at Gwen and MJ. And then to Flash and his buddies. They all looked shocked, eyes wide, some with open mouths. Flash was gaping at him.

Peter then started to quickly walk away from the scene, just reaching the doors to the school when he felt vibrations from behind him. He turned around to see Flash throwing a punch at him. But he saw it differently. Flash's arm bent back and lunged forward as to gain momentum and power, aimed at Peter's face. The expression on Flash's face showed anger. As Peter saw the slow-motion arm moving toward him, Peter ducked. The fist barely grazed the top hairs on Peter's head as they swung through the location where his head was just a fraction of a second before. Time sped up again, or at least it seemed to for Peter, as he stood back up and faced Flash, who threw a few more punches, only to be easily dodged by Peter. The look on Flash's face now showed utter frustration and rage, and expressed it further by backing up slowly, and gaining pace as he ran toward Peter. And Peter jumped up into the air and flipped over Flash. Flash ended up running into the wall. Peter landed on the ground, eyes wide. Either, his whole world was slow-mo, or he was just moving in fast-motion. Peter looked back at Flash, who looked livid. Flash had never not landed a punch before. That doesn't happen. Flash Thompson does not loose. And one does not simply make a fool of Flash Thompson.

"Come here Parker!" Flash yelled lividly. He attempted to run at Peter once more and throw another punch, but Peter just jumped out of the way.

Students had started to gather, amazed by the fight. Some were still cheering on Flash, saying things like, come on Flash, you can take 'em! Or, just punch a little harder! Peter was looking up at Flash with a slightly scared and surprised look that slowly turned into a malicious smile. He was going to have a little fun.

"Hey Flash!" Peter yelled as Flash lunged at him once more. "Why don't you come and get me." Peter then ran, followed by Flash, around the lunch room. He easily jumped onto tables, avoiding stepping on lunches, and flipped off of them. Flash was trampling after him, stomping on many burgers and slices of pizza in the process. After a little bit of this Peter started to notice perspiration on Flash's forehead. Peter stopped running, looked back, and laughed.

"I could do this for hours! Come on Flash, you can do better." Peter just stood, arms crossed, as Flash dragged himself toward Peter, and attempted to throw another punch. Peter dodged it.

Everyone was in awe. Mouths open. Eyes wide. Some had out their phones and were taping it. Before long, they were chanting PETER! PETER! PETER!

Peter was having too much fun. He looked towards the lunch lady's counter, where behind it was stashed the grease and sludge that was served. And that's straight where Peter was headed. And of course was where Flash followed.

As if in slow motion, Peter ran straight toward the checkout window, the lunch lady's seeing the approaching danger and jumping out of the way. Peter leaped, flattening himself out through the hole in the wall. Flash stupidly, jumped in after him, realizing a second too late what was happening. He landed face-first into the pot of cold beef stew.

As Peter had landed safely beyond that point, he was laughing, until the vice-principal walked into the room. Peter gulped.

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Peter plopped himself down on a crimson colored cushioned chair in the vice principal's office, followed by Uncle Ben. Peter then saw Mr. Carlton take a seat across from them. A name display with golden letters reading: Mr. James Carlton, Vice Principal was visible in the middle of the mahogany desk. Peter also noticed pictures, showing what he guessed was Mr. Carlton's family, in frames on the table. Peter looked up at Mr. Carlton when he cleared his throat.

Peter had to sit through the agonizing conversation that his uncle was having with the vice principal, and while he could hear annoyance in Mr. Carlton's voice, he could hear disappointment in his uncle's. Peter just looked down at his feet.

/

They walked out of the office and into the hall. Uncle Ben still had a disappointed look to his face. He was silent. So was Peter. Until his uncle turned to face him.

"Peter, I expected better from you. Did you or did you not humiliate that boy?" Uncle Ben glared at him. Peter looked at his feet again.

"Yes." He said, almost inaudibly, and looked at his uncle. "But," He said a bit louder. "HE deserved it."

"He did, did he?" Peter nodded. "Is he the one who did that to you?" Uncle Ben pointed at Peter's bruised lip. Peter nodded again, but not so enthusiastically.

"But–"

"No, listen to me Peter. My brother and I, your father, went by a saying, a motto at that. He lived by: With great power, comes great responsibility. Do you know what that means?"

"Uh…"

"It means that if you can do something good, you also have the moral obligation to do so. That also means that if you have the power to do something bad, you have the moral obligation not to do that thing. That includes fighting a bully." Uncle Ben looked Peter straight in the eye when he said this.

"But I was just standing up for myself." Peter retorted.

"Peter, there is a difference between standing up for yourself and fighting back." Ben looked over Peter's shoulder. He then smiled. "Your girlfriend's over there." Peter rolled his eyes and looked back. Gwen was standing there clutching a book to her chest.

"Well, I better get going, luckily I happened to be on my lunch break for work, but have to get back. And don't get yourself into any more trouble." Uncle Ben turned and left. Peter waved goodbye and snuck his waving hand down to nervously scratch his neck. Peter turned to Gwen once more.

"He's a little crazy, don't listen to him." Gwen giggled.

"I'll keep that in mind." She said. They awkwardly shuffled around. "Soooo, you didn't get expelled, did you?"

"No, no of course not, I got community service." Peter chuckled.

"Well, I kinda just wanted to see how you were doing, you have been acting a little odd lately…"

"Really? I hadn't noticed." He said sarcastically.

"Seriously, Peter. Be careful. And, I get that he deserved it and all, I just, I just don't want you to turn into, him." Gwen bit her lip. Peter nodded. "Yeah, uh, I had better go," She waved and turned to leave but then turned back to Peter completing a 360. "Wait, um, I was going to ask you, uh, do you like branzino?"

"Do I like what?"

"It's uh, it's fish. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come over for dinner on Saturday." She raised her eyebrows and bit her lip. Peter nodded.

"Yeah, yeah that would be, that would be fun."

"Yeah, I wanted to return the favor, since your aunt and uncle let me stay for dinner, and I thought you might want to meet my family."

"Yeah, definitely." Peter grinned.

"Yeah." Gwen said, looking at Peter and zoning out for a second. "Well," She said, shaking her head. "I guess I'll see ya."

"See ya." Peter gave a wave as he turned around, Gwen doing the same. They both looked over their shoulders a couple times, blushing when they made eye contact.

Peter stepped out of the school. Since it was a half day School got out early, and the one period that he had after lunch he had missed. Peter then almost bumped right into MJ, if he hadn't felt a vibration in his neck a second before.

"Hey Pete," she said, turning to him.

"Hi MJ."

"That was quite the lunch." She said as they started walking home. "It really was an amazing thing you did there. Standing up to Flash. It was stupid, and I don't know how you did it, but it was amazing." Peter nodded.

"Yeah, honestly I'm kinda surprised myself…" He said.

"Are you sure you're ok?" She asked with a look of concern on her face.

"It's ok, I'm fine, you don't need to worry." Peter said, but he could tell that MJ still wasn't satisfied. They walked home, the whole way Peter still trying to assure MJ that he was ok and everything was normal while all she was doing was making all the possible inquiries that she could think of. Peter was relieved when he got to his house, just wanting to have some time to himself, some time to just be… normal.

But we all know, that being Peter Parker, that is never going to happen.

A/N: Was the fight scene okay? Did it live up to expectations? I sure hope it did.
Ok. So. I will be traveling this weekend, and that means that I may not have a chance to update before Monday. I think you'll survive though.
Again, thank you, and a have a wonderful day and life.
~Sophie