"Hey Peter, I wanted to let you know that I'll be gone for the next week or so," Wanda's voice came through the phone, filled with a mix of excitement and hesitation.
Peter's heart sank a little at the news, but he managed to respond, "Oh, okay, Wanda. Have a safe trip and enjoy your time with your dad."
Before he could say anything else, the line went silent as Wanda abruptly ended the call. Peter stared at his phone, feeling a slight pang of loneliness as the conversation came to an abrupt halt.
As he put the phone down, Peter couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. Wanda's sudden departure meant they wouldn't get to hang out or share their usual banter for the next week. He would miss her presence and their time together.
Feeling a mix of confusion and concern, Peter set his phone aside and decided to get some much-needed rest. He knew he couldn't stay up all night worrying about it. Within a short while, exhaustion took over, and he drifted off to sleep.
An hour or so later, the sound of a loud knocking on his bedroom door startled Peter awake. It was Uncle Ben, his voice filled with urgency and a touch of frustration.
"PETER, YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Uncle Ben's voice resonated through the door, his knocks growing louder and more insistent.
Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Peter quickly realised what was happening. He had overslept and was in danger of being late for something important. With a sense of urgency, he scrambled out of bed and rushed to the door, swinging it open to face Uncle Ben's worried expression.
"Sorry, Uncle Ben. I must have slept through my alarm," Peter mumbled, trying to gather his thoughts and get ready as quickly as possible.
Uncle Ben's stern gaze softened, understanding the groggy state his nephew was in. He placed a comforting hand on Peter's shoulder. "It happens, Peter. Just get yourself ready as fast as you can."
Grateful for Uncle Ben's understanding, Peter nodded and rushed to get dressed, his mind racing with thoughts of catching up and making up for a lost time.
As he hurriedly got ready, Peter reminded himself to set multiple alarms in the future, determined not to repeat this morning's mishap. He eventually got his shirt and bag on running out of the door.
"Wait, catch this!" May called out, tossing a breakfast bar towards Peter as he hurriedly made his way to the door.
Peter quickly reached out and caught the snack, flashing a grateful smile at May. "Thanks, May!" he exclaimed, feeling a surge of energy and determination.
With a quick wave goodbye, Peter darted out of the house, his backpack bouncing on his shoulders. He knew he had to catch the bus, and there was no time to waste. As he sprinted towards the bus stop just a few houses down the street, his heart pounded with the adrenaline of the chase.
Breathless, Peter arrived at the bus stop just as the familiar yellow vehicle pulled up. But to his dismay, as he reached out to open the door, the bus began to move, slowly gaining speed.
"No, wait! Stop!" Peter called out, his voice filled with desperation. He dashed forward, his legs pumping as he tried to close the distance between himself and the bus. Every stride he took was fueled by the determination not to miss this crucial ride to school.
But despite his best efforts, the bus continued to inch farther away, its doors closing shut. Peter's heart sank, his legs slowing to a stop as he watched the bus drive off.
Peter continued running, determined to find a shortcut that would help him reach school on time. As he navigated through the bustling streets, he suddenly found himself at the edge of a gathering crowd. Curiosity piqued, Peter looked up and his eyes widened in amazement.
Above him, soaring through the sky, were multiple heroes in vibrant costumes. The air crackled with excitement as the crowd cheered and pointed at their favourite champions. Peter's heart raced with a mix of awe and inspiration. It was a rare sight to witness so many heroes gathered in one place, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for their courage and dedication.
In the midst of the heroic assembly, Peter's eyes locked onto the figures he recognized. There was Captain America, once known as the Falcon, a symbol of unwavering courage and leadership. Beside him, the Wasp and Ant-Man stood united, harnessing their incredible ability to shrink and command insects. These two heroes were often the subject of speculation, as theories swirled about the origins of their powers, attributed to the enigmatic Pym Particles.
As the heroes fought valiantly against Abomination, Peter couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and inspiration. He knew he had to capture this extraordinary moment, both in his memory and in his notes. Hastily pulling out his notebook, he scribbled down every detail, focusing on the wasp's advanced technology and unique weapons.
"Oh, I remember the days when heroes were a rarity," a voice reminisced, catching Peter's attention.
Peter turned to the source of the voice, a man with a twinkle in his eye and a neatly twirled moustache. "What do you mean?" Peter asked.
The man chuckled warmly, adjusting his glasses as he spoke. "Well, back in my day, heroes were few and far between. Each one possessed something truly special, something that made them stand out and left an indelible mark in people's hearts."
Intrigued, Peter extended his hand towards the man. "I'm Peter," he introduced himself.
The man's eyes gleamed with recognition. "A pleasure to meet you, Peter. I'm Stan," he replied, clasping Peter's hand firmly. "You know, their extraordinary abilities didn't just define heroes, but also by the impact they had on others. They were larger-than-life characters who inspired us, taught us valuable lessons, and showed us what it truly meant to be courageous." Stan extended his hand giving Peter a card.
Peter's eyes widened in surprise as he examined the cream-coloured card in his hand. The black text spelt out the words, "Stan Lee's Comic Shop." Above the text, a small stand added a touch of whimsy to the design, while the phone number and address were neatly printed at the bottom.
"What's this?" Peter asked, his voice tinged with excitement, as he looked up at Stan.
Stan chuckled, his enthusiasm contagious. "Consider it an invitation, Peter. Come visit my comic shop whenever you have the chance. I've got all the latest books in stock, and I'm sure you'll find something that catches your eye."
A wide grin spread across Peter's face as he realized the incredible opportunity before him. Stan Lee, the legendary creator of so many beloved characters, was personally extending an invitation for him to explore the world of comics and immerse himself in the stories that had captivated readers for generations.
"Thank you, Stan," Peter exclaimed gratefully. "I'll definitely swing by your shop."
Stan beamed with delight. "I look forward to seeing you, Peter"
Peter sprinted away from the chaotic battle scene, his mind racing with the realisation that he was already running late for school. Determined to avoid any further delay, he quickly calculated a shortcut in his mind and veered off the main path.
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"ANT-MAN, GO BIG!" Captain America's voice echoed through the chaotic battlefield as he skillfully evaded Abomination's powerful strike.
Ant-Man swiftly acknowledged the command, his determination shining through. With a focused expression, he activated his shrinking suit's unique capabilities, triggering a rapid increase in his size. Gradually, he expanded, surpassing the height of a normal building, his towering presence commanding attention.
But as Ant-Man's colossal form loomed over the battleground, he quickly realized that it wasn't enough to restrain the mighty Abomination. Determined not to falter, he swiftly shifted his attention to his partner, the Wasp.
"I've got it!" the Wasp called out with unwavering confidence, her own suit adapting to her commands. In a remarkable display of power, she surged with energy, growing to twice the size of Ant-Man. With her newfound strength, she gracefully swooped down, her immense grasp closing around Abomination.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still as the Wasp's power temporarily subdued their formidable adversary. The crowd watched in awe.
Captain America, taking advantage of the opening, swiftly regrouped and readied himself for the next move. With a determined expression, he strategized the best course of action, orchestrating their coordinated efforts.
The battle raged on, but with Ant-Man's colossal stature and the Wasp's unyielding grip, the tide began to shift in their favour. Their teamwork and unwavering determination proved to be a formidable force against the villainous Abomination.
As the remnants of battle settled, and the promise of victory hung in the air, the Wasp couldn't help but seize the moment for herself. With a triumphant smile gracing her lips, she stepped forward and addressed the crowd with newfound confidence.
"Today marks the debut of my remarkable new form," the Wasp proclaimed, her voice carrying a blend of pride and charm. "Allow me to reintroduce myself: I am the Wasp, and it's truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She playfully winked at the awe-struck spectators, fully embracing the attention and the flurry of camera flashes that followed.
Meanwhile, Ant-Man couldn't help but roll his eyes, his voice barely audible as he muttered, "Of course, she's stealing the spotlight again." Despite his inner frustrations, he knew better than to dampen the moment and undermine their collective victory. Together, they gradually returned to their normal sizes, their suits reverting them back to their original forms.
As the crowd marvelled at the sight of the captured Abomination, bound tightly to restrict any further harm, the true significance of their combined efforts became apparent. While the Wasp basked in the limelight, Ant-Man silently acknowledged the collaborative nature of their triumph.
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"So, since you're all in your last year, it's time for you to think seriously about your futures. I'll pass out handouts for your future plans now, but you're all pretty much planning to go into the hero course, right?" the teacher lectured at the front as the class erupted into cheers.
The classroom door swung open with a loud crash, drawing the attention of both the teacher and the students. Peter stumbled into the room, gasping for breath, and quickly approached the teacher's desk.
"Sorry, sir," Peter managed between heavy breaths, his hands resting on his knees for support. "I missed the bus, and... I'm late."
The teacher glanced up from his papers, seemingly unfazed by Peter's tardiness. With a calm demeanour, he motioned toward an empty seat.
"It's alright, Peter," the teacher replied, his tone understanding. "Take a seat."
Relieved that he wouldn't face any harsh consequences for his late arrival, Peter nodded gratefully. As he settled into his seat, his breathing gradually returned to normal.
The teacher's voice carried on amidst the chaos, attempting to regain control of the class. "Where was I? Yes, yes, you all have wonderful Quirks!."
The students, fueled by excitement and enthusiasm, couldn't contain their powers any longer. Quirks of all kinds manifested throughout the classroom, creating a whirlwind of colourful displays and energetic outbursts. Objects levitated, flames flickered, and gusts of wind blew, all accompanied by a chorus of excited voices.
However, the teacher quickly intervened, realising the potential danger of uncontrolled Quirk usage within the school premises. Their voice rose above the commotion, stern and authoritative. "Calm down, everyone! Remember, using your powers at school is strictly against the rules!"
Gradually, the students began to heed the teacher's words, their powers diminishing as they settled back into their seats. The classroom atmosphere shifted from chaos to a more subdued state, with a sense of anticipation lingering in the air.
Flash interrupted the teacher's speech with a defiant tone, determined to assert his superiority. "Hey, teach! Don't lump us all in the same group. I'm not gonna be stuck at the bottom with the rest of these rejects."
The audacious remark hung in the air, causing a momentary silence as the students absorbed Flash's arrogant words. However, it didn't take long for a voice to rise from the crowd, challenging Flash's disrespectful behaviour.
A student, filled with a mixture of frustration and indignation, roared back at Flash, "That was uncalled for, Flash!"
"Oh, if I remember correctly, you want to go to Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, right, Flash?" The teacher retorted a hint of amusement in their voice.
The class erupted once again, a mixture of incredulity and scepticism colouring their voices. "What? Hasn't that place got, like, a 0.2% chance of acceptance? It's practically impossible!"
"Oh yeah, Peter wanted to go there, too, right?" The teacher responded.
The class fell into a momentary silence, processing Peter's unexpected declaration. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, laughter erupted throughout the room, drowning out any lingering doubts or insecurities.
"HA! YOUR QUIRKLESS! YOU'LL NEVER GET IN!" one particularly obnoxious student jeered, their voice dripping with mockery.
Flash clenched his fists, his anger bubbling to the surface. The taunting only fueled his frustration, and he was ready to snap back with a cutting remark of his own. But before he could unleash his retort, another voice chimed in, unexpectedly offering support.
"Hey, I'm applying for the support course!" Peter declared, his tone filled with determination.
As the day wore on, Flash's simmering anger towards Peter only intensified. He couldn't shake off the frustration that had built up within him, fueled by Peter's aspirations. With every passing hour, Flash's gaze bore into Peter, his eyes practically shooting daggers.
Finally, as the final bell rang, signalling the end of the school day, Flash seized the opportunity to confront Peter. He quickened his pace, catching up to him just as Peter reached his locker.
"Hey, Parker!" Flash barked, his tone laced with hostility.
Peter turned around, facing Flash with a mix of apprehension and determination. He knew this confrontation was inevitable, and he braced himself for whatever onslaught Flash had in store.
"Peter, you're gonna follow me and not say anything!" Flash demanded, his voice laced with authority. He stared at Peter, waiting for confirmation.
Reluctantly, Peter nodded, knowing that resisting would only lead to further trouble. Flash, accompanied by his cronies, led Peter to an empty room, isolating him from the rest of the school.
"What do you want, Flash?" Peter asked, his voice tinged with a nervous stutter.
"Well, well, well, what do you think?" one of Flash's friends chimed in, shoving Peter forcefully.
Flash grinned. "Why are you applying to Xavier's academy, Parker?" Flash asked with a pissed-off tone in his voice
Annoyance crept into Peter's voice as he pushed Flash's friend away. "Cut it out, Carl. You're acting like a douche," Peter retorted, his patience wearing thin. "And as for Xavier's Academy, Im applying to the support course anyway!"
"I know you're not Parker!" Flash spat angrily, his frustration boiling over as he delivered a punch to Peter's gut. "And if you even think about applying for the hero course, you'll just end up dead and make a mockery out of yourself."
Peter grunted, the impact of the blow taking him by surprise. But he refused to let Flash's words deter him. He struggled to his feet, determination gleaming in his eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about, Flash!" Peter retorted, his voice tinged with defiance. "I'm not trying to compete with you or anyone else. But... I won't know my limits unless I try."
Flash sneered, his anger barely contained. "What do you mean, unless you try?! Are you taking the test for fun? What the hell can you do? You're Quirkless!"
Peter took a deep breath, summoning the strength to stand his ground. "Being Quirkless doesn't define me, Flash," he declared, his voice steady and resolute.
Flash chuckled, his scepticism was evident. "Yeah, yeah, save the inspirational speeches for someone who cares," he retorted dismissively. "But you'll see, Parker. When the hero course crushes your dreams, don't come crying to me."
Flash's friends also started laughing, "Oh you're such a dork parker!" Carl laughed at him.
"So anyway, don't apply to U.A., nerd," Flash taunted, his words dripping with disdain.
Peter looked at Flash, a mix of annoyance and determination in his eyes. He took a deep breath, ready to respond, but Flash's friend chimed in, urging him to engage.
"Ah, come on, Parker. Can't you say something back?" Flash's friend taunted.
Peter remained composed, not letting their taunts rattle him. "You know, Flash, if being a hero means stooping down to your level, I think I'll pass," he retorted calmly.
Flash scoffed, his arrogance evident. "Oh, please, like you have what it takes to be a hero. You're nothing but a weakling. If you're so desperate to become a hero, here's a suggestion: Believe that you'll be born with a Quirk in your next life and take a last-chance dive off the roof!"
Peter's expression turned serious, a hint of sadness in his eyes. He didn't rise to the bait, realizing the futility of engaging with Flash's negativity. He simply stood there, waiting for them to grow bored and leave.
As Flash and his friend eventually departed, their interest waning, Peter took a moment to absorb everything that had transpired.
As Peter continued down the hallway, he caught sight of a room where several people were exiting. Amidst the commotion, one person rushed out and accidentally collided with Peter.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" the boy snapped, his frustration evident.
Peter reacted swiftly, not one to back down easily. "I could say the same to you! I wasn't the one running, was I?"
Another individual emerged from the room, noticing the altercation. "Apologies for his behaviour. He can be a bit impulsive at times. Harry, don't be rude."
Peter's eyes widened as he recognized the name being mentioned. "Harry Osborn?"
The boy turned around a curious expression on his face. "Yes?"
"It's me, Peter. Peter Parker," Peter revealed, a mix of surprise and nostalgia in his voice.
Harry responded excitedly, "Wait, Peter Benjamin Parker, son of Richard Parker!"
Peter grinned and replied, "And you're Harold Theopolis Osborn, son of Norman Virgil Osborn!" They both burst into laughter. "It's great to see you, Harry. Feels like forever. I had no idea you were attending this school!"
Harry nodded, his smile widening. "Yeah, I just started this year. Mary Jane has been showing me around and keeping me company."
Mary Jane interjected playfully, "I'm only in it for the money your dad is giving me." Harry's face reddened, and he looked at her with a slightly annoyed expression.
"I'm kidding," Mary Jane reassured, extending her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Peter."
Peter shook her hand with a friendly smile, feeling a sense of camaraderie forming between them.
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So that's the end of this chapter I powered through and I'll get to work on the next one Some things to talk about whilst the maximoff's are gone I wanted to introduce some of Pete's friends from the comic im really excited to have them in it as I know exactly what im doing with harry and his character so it'll be a lot of fun writing him some more
Thanks for all the support I hope you enjoyed this chapter get ready for the next one it'll be twice as long. I haven't named any chapters yet but if I were to give the next one a name it would be "GREAT POWER" so with that you can guess what will happen