Story 2: Spider-Man/Iron Man: Passing Grade Part 1
Takes Place in between TASM S1 Episode 4 and Episode 5
Midtown High, One Afternoon
In History class, Peter Parker's taking a test as he sweated a little.
Peter: Tests. I did a lot of those lately… like this one. Question: What do you do when you get bit by a radioactive spider, gives you superpowers you are too lame and stupid to understand, and when you do, it's too late? Answer: You take all your losses and combine it with every detail you know and you become Spider-Man. My Grade: A-minus. Yeah, in most classes that begin or end in science and math? I can do, no problem. But anything else or life in general?
Mary Jane Watson, on her 3rd day of school, looked at him stressing out and smiled a little before focusing back on the test.
Peter: Yeah, it's not great. But I have had some help recently in terms of school matters. Maybe I need special coaching for my life section? Anyways, my history teacher, Mr. Grant, gave me a chance with a good tutor. Sort of. Mary Jane Watson. Yes THAT Mary Jane Watson. She joined our school a couple days ago and she's good at history, so, as the good friend she was, she wished to help me with history and in return, I helped her in science. We're the best team ever.
As the test was coming to a close, the school bell rings as Peter sighs in relief at his completed test.
Mr. Grant: All right, folks. Put your pens and pencils down. You'll know your results tomorrow.
Peter picks up his bag as both he and Mary Jane walk out of the class together.
Mary Jane: So? How did it go?
Peter: Well I mean.. I finished it for once.
Mary Jane: That's better than nothing.
The two walk out of the school as they head towards the city for a reward for their good work that day.
Mary Jane: I'm sure we both did great, Pete. After all, we're both the most amazing tutors to each other ever.
Peter: You're the world's greatest everything, MJ… No Pete… Keep it together. Stay Calm.
The two went to the Coffee Bean, the usual hang out for their little friend group with Gwen Stacy and Harry Osborn, as the two ordered some mochas and sat down.
Mary Jane: You know, I'm glad that test was over. It's almost summer.
Peter sips his mocha and looks at her.
Peter: Yeah, two months from now is Summer Vacation, but before that? The Summer Dance. I don't have anyone and I know MJ isn't serious with anyone… so it's okay to still ask her… right? Come on Pete, this is the real test. You can do it.
Peter: u-uh yeah, Summer Vacation. The Summer Dance is coming up too, and that's like… very dancey and stuff…
Mary Jane has a very confused look on her face.
Peter: Nope, I can't do it, I-
Peter's studders a bit before he feels a buzz in his head and looks around.
Peter: Ah! Spider-Sense, "great" timing as always.
Peter grabs his backpack and puts some change down before he starts heading out.
Mary Jane: Peter! Wait! What were you saying about the-?
Peter: Uhm, It's just.. Nothing. I just.. Sorry, I uh.. Have to go, Aunt May needs help with chores. See you tomorrow…?
Peter: Why did I say THAT like a question, but not the actual question I want? It's not that hard. "Do you want to go to the dance with me?" Ugh, who am I kidding? That IS hard. I definitely suck.
Mary Jane: Ok, well You're going to get an A, Pete. I know it!
Peter walks around the street corner and ran down an alleyway and goes behind a dumpster as he takes out a mask out of his backpack as he starts taking off his clothes, revealing the costume of Spider-Man underneath.
Peter: Question: How do you ask a girl out for a date? Answer: Uh.. uh… Grade: You suck.
Spider-Man pulls his mask over his face as he webs his backpack and crawls up a nearby wall.
Spider-Man: Why is everything so difficult? "Do you want to go to the dance with me?" I mean… It's easier in my head at least.
Spider-Man gets to the roof as he shoots a webline and starts swinging into a direction.
Spider-Man: Maybe I should say it out loud.
Spider-Man: Do you want to go to the dance with me?
Spider-Man: No, that sucked.
Spider-Man lands on the side of a skyscraper as he starts crawling upwards.
Spider-Man: Do YOU want to go to the dance with me?
Spider-Man: Uuugh… that was awful.
Spider-Man crawled up high enough as he saw a smashed window approaching.
Spider-Man: A break-in? Up here? Geez… what kind of building is this?
Spider-Man crawls through as he looks around as he seems to be in a high tech workshop of some kind with state of the art technology that even HE hasn't seen before.
Spider-Man: Wow! This is some expensive high tech equipment.
Spider-Man: Do you WANT to go to the dance with me?
An older voice calls out ahead.
?: I'll pass, thank you.
Spider-Man walks forward until he sees his old foe, The Vulture, standing there with a case that has the words "Stark Industries" labeled on it.
Spider-Man: Great. The Vulture. His name is Adrian Toomes. He used to work for Oscorp before he got fired by Norman Osborn, my best friend's dad, and tried to kill him before I stopped him. Last I remember, he was in prison. Wait… Is he stealing from Tony Stark himself? That's a crappy idea.. I've seen his armored bodyguard on TV and in the Bugle. You don't ever want to mess with him.
Spider-Man: Oh hey Adrian, How are ya? I didn't know you were out of prison.
Spider-Man dodges a thrown knife as he clings to the wall.
Vulture: Get out of my way, you young fool!
Spider-Man: Hey! Who are you calling young?
Vulture: You asked me to a pitiful school dance!
Spider-Man mentally facepalms himself.
Spider-Man: Doh!
Spider-Man: Uh, you see Toomes, I was asked to be a chaperone and I want to bring a friend. Thanks for being polite.
Spider-Man jumps and kicks Vulture in the face.
Spider-Man: Back on topic now: You know stealing is wrong. So, I say, Drop the Case, give up, and maybe you won't have a visit to a prison infirmary later.
The Vulture swings the case and whacks Spider-Man across the face, sending him back.
Vulture: The only one going to an infirmary is you!
Spider-Man: Question: Why do you underestimate your own enemies? Answer: No one even says that anymore. Grade: Meh.
Spider-Man tries to get back up, but he got slashed in the back when Vulture swung one of his wings.
Spider-Man: Hey! His wings got sharper than I remember!
The Vulture soon jumps and flies out through the window.
Vulture: Adios, fool!
Spider-Man gets up and rubs his back.
Spider-Man: You.. you are the fool…
Spider-Man: Really?
Soon, Spider-Man hears a door open as he hears a robotic male voice speak.
?: Stop right there!
Spider-Man turns around as his eyes widen behind the mask as he sees an armored man with red and gold armor plating and glowing blue eyes and a blue glowing core on the torso as the armored man aims his hand at him as it lights up.
?: Sorry Sorry. That was wayyy too simple. I meant Don't move a muscle. Yeah, that sounds right. Anyways, As much as I hate hearing Jameson's speeches and his articles in his toilet paper and as much as I hate agreeing with him, It seems.. YOU are a criminal, pal.
Next Time on SM: ATU: Part 2
