Okay, bad.
That was the first thing that popped into Peter's head as he removed the string of silk from the spider bite on the back of his neck. The teen had already broken a handle off the sink on his bathroom, and cracked his mirror, reasons are currently unknown. He couldn't think of anything that would have caused the sudden burst of strength, other than the spider bite he gotten-
Oh.
"Well, that's sort of cliche." He sat down on his bed, sweat emitting from his skin. Peter held up his hands, which were practically shaking, and brought them up to his face. The brunette could almost feel the heavy bags under his brown eyes.
Again, bad.
The door to his room suddenly opened and Abby walked in. "Pete have you seen my-" she stopped suddenly, noticing her brother's state. "What the hell's wrong with you? You look like a crack head on withdrawal."
"I, have no idea." Peter responded quietly, looking up at Abigail with concern in his eyes.
"Do you need Bruce? Or something? Cause he's right down stairs if-"
"No." He cut her off quickly, standing up so he almost towers over her. "I'm fine Abby, just don't tell dad... Or pop... Or anyone." He turned and walked out if the room.
The blonde scoffed. "Yeah, that's gonna happen."
"Why did I have to hear that you totally showed up Flash Thomson in your PE through the grape vine?" Phillip asked Peter accusingly. "This is something that I hear directly from you. But is it true that after you broke the backboard, that you back flipped away from him, kicking him in the balls?"
Peter didn't quite know how to respond to the other's burning questions. "Uh, no. But I did break the backboard, which is why I'm heading into the principles office now." He turned away from the red head, entering the office lobby.
Steve was already there.
Fun.
"Punishment?"
"You're walking Amelia home when the middle school lets out." Steve explained to his son as they walked out of the school. The captain was not happy when he got a call saying that Peter shattered the back of a basketball hoop. "All week."
"Really?"
"You wanna make it a month?" Steve turned around to face the teen, his arms crossed. As tall as Peter was, Steve was still taller, making the blinds man much more intimidating than he planned to be.
Peter sighed and tilted his head back with a groan. He closed his eyes and muttered a 'fine.'
"Good, see you at home." The captain noticed a blonde girl watching them and tilted his head toward her. "Isn't that the girl you take pictures of?"
The teen spun around to see Gwen Stacy, girl who Abby could not shut up about how she just knows they're meant for each other. He totally didn't have a thing for. At all. Starting to walk towards them. "What? No. That's strange, you strange man that I have no relation too. Go home, or wherever you live, I don't know. You stranger." He waved his pop away, a smirk in the older man's face as he slowly turned around and walked towards his car.
Peter turned back to Gwen, who had an amused look on her face. "So, that guy just walked right up to you, in school, in the principle's office, and he had no relationship to you?" She smiled as she continued to play along.
"Yeah he just," Peter waved his hand in mock-disbelief. "walked right in there. It's weird."
"Right, weird." She laughed and adjusted the bag over her shoulder. "So, you better, pick up your...sister's friend?"
"Uh, yeah yeah. Right." Peter shook his head. "It's weird. My dads are...friends? With her;s so I...it's weird. It's complicated." He huffed a pathetic laugh.
Gwen widened her eyes in mock understanding and laughed. "Okay."
"Okay."
She laughed again and pushed a strand of hair back from her face. "So...I'll see you around."
"Yeah!" Peter coughed before he looked too eager. "Yes. Hopefully."
Gwen shook her head but smiled at him gently. "Goodbye, Parker."
"You're an idiot for not asking her out." Amelia told him as they drove from the middle school back to the Tower. Peter told her the whole story of why it was him taking her home instead of Phillip. Including the Gwen part.
"I know." He sighed, glancing at the old train station. An idea popped into the brunette's head. "Hey, come with me, I have an idea." He grabbed the blondes arm and dragged her over to the station.
"OK, I'm sorry, but that last time I checked you could barely do a handstand." Amelia stood with her arms crossed, a slightly amazed look on her face as she watched Peter balance on his upright skateboard. By his hands.
"It's crazy right?" Peter jumped to his feet, landing perfectly. "You can't tell anyone though."
"What? You are like an effing spider. You're like, a 'spider dude.'"
"Hey, I'm a spider man."
Amelia rolled her eyes at the arrogant correction. "Yes, and how's that beard you're working on, Spider Man?" The two went back into the busy street. "But seriously Pete, maybe you could be like, a hero or whatever."
"Ha." Peter scoffed. "Yeah, I'll think about that when my parents let me step out of the house without asking me ten times where I was going."
"Why don't you just carry your own?" Amelia asked in mock confusion, whipping out a small knife from her backpack.
"Jesus, can you put that away!" Peter groaned and swatted her hand.
"Oh relax." She stuffed the weapon back into her bag. "I've been carrying this thing around for almost four years. Phillip's carrying around a gun."
"You're allowed to carry around a deadly weapon, but someone still has to walk you home from school? And how'd no one find out about that thing?"
"Hey, I'm thirteen. But your dads are barely even close to being as paranoid as mine."
"And Phillip carries one around too?"
"Yeah. How do you not know this?" She gave him a smirk and shrugged as the entered their home, heading for the elevator. She turned back to him at the last second, putting an arm between the closing doors. "But ask that Gwen girl out too."
Peter huffed a laugh. "Yeah, I'll get on that."
I should probably stop writing Amelia and start developing some other characters...
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