Chapter 2
Evening everybody, hope you all enjoyed the previous chapter and will enjoy this one! Don't forget constructive crticism would be very much so appreciated, especially with fight scenes (These things take so long to write it's insane).
Opinions on the accents btw? I'm Trying to make some characters stand out compared to others but i'm not sure how well it's being executed.
In regards to the proposed story structure from the last AN, feedback would help a ton. I think doing it that way would be good as i'll be able to focus on giving the characters the amount of focus i feel they deserve. But am i just clutching at straws?
The alternative to having the two massive character perspective blocks up to one point would be doing say one Peter chapter, then the same chapter but from a different view, then a new peter chapter etc. which i feel would get boring reading something so similar so close together.
Please note though that if say, the Peter block was 40 chapters to get to the story point, it wouldn't take aslong for the other one. Instead it might only be 15/20, as they won't have to largely split themselves between them and Spider-man like Peter's would.
"Spectacular" = Speech
'Spectacular' = Thoughts
"What is a 'Hero' though?" = Speach with a quote
*BANG* = Important Noise?
-Flashback- = Flashback setting
"I love you" = Written words
{4:00am} = Important Time/ Date
Disclaimer: Spider-man, Marvel and related IP belong to their respective owners. The author of this story owns jack-shit and holds no fantasy that they ever will.
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The inhabitants of NYC would never forget that acursed scream, the scream which echoed throughtout the night remaniscent to laughter, laughter at the despair seeping into someone's bones as they gazed upon that putrid green explosion which could mark the end.
"BE CAREFUL YOU IDIOT! These things ain't freakin' toys!" A man could be heard roaring over the dissapating scream.
"S-sorry boss, was just curious about them ya' know?" Someone stammered from ontop of a nearby apartment building, clothes torn and eyes fixed in fright at the cloud of green smoke hanging over the nearby street as if it was a guillotine.
"Tough Mark, just be glad you threw it off the roof fast enough, 'cause I ain't hauling your ass to the emergency room till this payload's delivered an' we've met our deadline." The inital masculine voice heard replied, coming from a man carefully removing orange metal orbs from a watertower with one hand before putting them in a burlap sack held in the other.
"Now that's the right priority boss, remember that last group who missed a delivery for him? I'm still worried my kid will find one of their rings washed up on the beach" Another thug replied, pausing to shiver at some unseen memories as he tied closed another sack filled to the brim with the afformentioned metal orbs. Stopping abruptly to stare curiously at the sack by his feet.
"You know Mark you're a massive idiot, but you've actually got a point. How the hell did these things not get discovered after the Goblin blew himself up? Like didn't the police announce that all the water towers were checked and cleared out of these bloody things? The thug staring at the bag wondered incredulously.
"No Idea Billy, maybe they just missed this one? Maybe there's a crooked cop who wanted these for themself? Who knows?" Mark the thug responded, shrugging his shoulders as he began checking himself for injuries.
"Look Boys, shit like that doesn' really matter. Wha' does matter though is tha' this one malfunctioned and we go' a job to deliver it." The thug in charge sighed exasperatedly, wondering how else this night could go wrong "The rest can only keep the law distracted for so long until they start shoving their snouts this way, so hurry it up!"
"On it boss!" Two voices responded, both realising the no-nonsense tone and getting back to work.
"Billy, head on down to the truck with tha' sack an' get ready to bail. Shouldn't take me an' Mark too long to finish this one and we'll follow you down"
"Gotcha covered boss" Billy the thug responded as he hefted the sack filled with explosives gently into his arms, leaving his accomplices on the roof whilst he headed down to the escape vehicle.
"So why does the Bigman want these things anyway?" The thug called Mark inquirred after a few minutes, taking the half filled sack of orbs from his boss and pearing down at them.
"Don't know an' don't need ta' know, doubt even ar' contact knows really." The lead thug answered, passing down one orb at a time now that the sack was too heavy. "The Bigman want these things, so ta' Bigman gets 'em" He remarked casually, going to pass another orb only to find his hand and the orb stuck to the watertower.
"Why's it always 'the Bigman' and never 'the Smallman'? Or why not the Skinnyman?" A certain spider quipped from behind the thug beside the sack.
Spider-man once again found himself thankful for his personal cheat code, the spider sense, as the thug spun around with a flurry of punches and kicks. "Woah easy there Bruce Lee, I get it, I get it, you're a big fan of Kung Fu Panda."
Duck left, duck right, back up a step, swerve right. Geez it felt like he was playing dance dance revolution or something. Jumping back to avoid a leg-sweep and to try create some distance from the increasingly angry thug, Spider-man couldn't help but ask "You know usually you thugs aren't that skilled, should I clap?".
"Why can't ya' just shut up and die already!" The infuriated thug shouted as he blindly charged towards Spider-man, who'd shot a web at his chest hoping to pull him and offset his balance.
Normally this would've worked, but in his rush Spider-man forgot to account for one thing, the thugs clothes weren't exactly secure after nearly blowing himself up.
Such an oversight would cost him however, as instead of knocking the thug over, he found himself slammed against the wall of the roofs entrance by a now shirtless thug.
"So what happened to the whole, you guys all being scared of me now schtick? Not in season anymore?" Spider-man questioned quickly, out of breath from his recent introduction to the wall. "Anyone worth their salt knows to fear the Bigman more than they do you" The shirtless guy snarled as he wound back a fist.
"Well ain't that interesting" Spider-man replied as he swung himself down and through the mans legs, narrowly missing the fist aimed for his skull before webbing the thug to the wall he'd just vacated.
"So who's the Bigman this time then? You know at some point i've just gotta assume you're all calling these bosses that as a slight at their weight or something" Spider-man remarked to the struggling thug now webbed to the wall and unfortunatly forgetting about the other thug on the water tower, the one who'd just freed himself.
"Sorry Mark, it's only business!" A voice yelled behind Spider-man as his spider-sense blared to life, urging him to turn around or move. He'd almost wish he hadn't turned around though, only seeing one of those demented orbs fly towards him as it opened into an eerie pumpkin smile.
If you'd ask Spider-man why he'd paused in the face of this threat he'd simply say he was examining the best course of action, If you'd asked Peter though? ...Well, the terror in his eye's would answer that question for him.
As his spider-sense began to blare louder and louder in his head, echoing the rapid approach of the Goblin's iconic weapon, Spider-man finally managed to snap out of it. Swinging it a dozen or so feet above the apartments roof with his webs.
*BWWOOOOOOOOMMMM, AHHHHAHAHAH*
That horrid laugh echoed once again as the force from the explosion blew Spider-man back and into the roofs floor, nearly causing him to miss catching the thug now dangling from the watertower in a bundle of webs.
'Phew, atleast the sack of those things wasn't set off by that' Spider-man thought to himself, glancing over at the spilled out sack on the other side of the rooftop as he stood up, beginning to walk towards the dangling thug.
"Now, maybe you'll be a bit more understanding than your exhibitionist buddy over there" Spider-man cheekily asked the dangling thug, ears still ringing from the explosion, whilst throwing a thumb over his shoulder at the shirtless thug stuck to the wall. "Who's the new Bigman?"
"New? Hah! You really don't know shit about what goes on in this city kid and I ain't telling you squat" The thug laughed, seemingly finding Spider-mans question the funniest thing he'd heard in years.
"W-What? Expla-" A confused but anxious Spider-man asked, reaching forward to grab the dangling criminal only to be interrupted by a sudden spotlight, and the noise of a helicopter directly above his head.
"Step away from the suspect and put your hands on your head Spider-man!" A feminine voice roared from the helicopter above him, slightly distorted by the use of a megaphone.
Covering his eyes with his arm, Spider-man could finally make out something on the helicopter through the bright light which only confirmed his suspicions. "Wonderful, NOW the police show up" he muttered.
"We will not ask a second time Spider-Man, you have 10 seconds to compl- get back here!" Shouted the cop at the quickly fleeing arachnid.
'Sorry lady but getting arrested isn't on my list of plans for tonight' Thought the crimefighter as he quickly swung away from yet another crime-scene because of the police. Unaware to him and the angry police screaming at Spider-man to stop however, was the hum of a truck quietly leaving the scene from a nearby alleyway.
'Tch, why couldn't they have been a few minutes later? I was finally starting to get some actual information for once' Thought an irritated Spider-man as he swung throughout the city, having lost his only real lead on the 'new' but 'not new' Bigman of crime.
"Better go see if the other cops need a hand with whatever it was that had their attention before the bomb grabbed mine" Spider-man pondered to himself, angling himself to start heading towards where he'd heard the sirens earlier in the night.
'Atleast tonight wasn't 'Return of the Gobby', not sure if i would've been able to handle that one right now if i'm beng honest' Peter sighed to himself. 'Instead i've got a new mystery now if that thugs to be believed, just who IS in charge of crime in this city?'
The NYC skyline was notorious for the amount of buildings which rised high above the cities skyline and even above others of their own kind. Buildings which served as beacons for ideals and the home's of those few indviduals who largely believed themselves to have ascended beyond most of the people scurrying below, ants to the inhabitants of such towers.
Notable examples of such architectural marvels being The Empire State Building, The Baxter Building, Stark Tower and of course Oscorp Tower.
Yet, it was none of these buildings in which officer DeWolff could be found ascending at 2am however, pacing within an elegant elevator and jumping at the ding of each floor passed.
The dark skinned officers arms found themselves instinctively pinned to her sides as the elevator doors opened onto a lavish reception room, marble columns and a breathtaking view of the city below offered by the adjacent windows.
Perhaps she might've been in awe had she not become so accustomed to this very room, the one beyond and their implications.
The sweat on her brow and hurried breaths increasing with each step she made towards the door at the back of the room, the room which would decide her fate.
Upon reflection, DeWolf would hold no reservations in admitting to herself that it was only her years of experience as a police officer which allowed her to knock on the dark mahogny door infront of her that cold night.
*Knock, Knock...*
The silence which followed might aswell have been the answers to the questions resounding deep within her head, face growing more ashen by the passing second as her silent prayers grew quickly in fevour.
"Come in." A deep voice echoed firmly from behind the doors, finally breaking the moment of tense silence and replacing it with a now impending sense of doom.
Steeling her nerves once again as best she could, officer DeWolf steadly opened the door and quickly stepped in before it could crush her between its hulking frame. The doors closing behind her and trapping her within.
"Closer officer, I will not strain my voice for the likes of you." The deep voice stated simply from the front of the room, as if daring her to refute it.
Spurred on from the order, officer DeWolf quickly began scurrying towards the desk and the rooms only source of light that was perched upon it, barely illuminating the room from an oppresive darkness.
As DeWolf grew closer to the desk and the massive figure obscured by the shadows behind it, she couldn't help but glance at the dark marble floor and columns comprising the room, or the impossibly expensive antiques displayed in cases surrounding her path.
Such extravegant features reafirming the extent of oppulance in which the massive figure before her lived daily, as if money was simply a trivial matter that didn't concern them, something which she'd craved to experience since her time in the orphanage.
Standing infront of this desk and the initimidating prescence behind however was making her start to wonder if she was pursuing this goal in a smart or suicidal way.
Said figure finally began to shift, bringing one herculan hand into the light of the desks lamp, revealing nothing but their pale skin and seemingly pristine white suit.
DeWolf's attention however, was secured firmly on the standard cooking timer which was now sitting on the desk, counting down from five minutes.
"Now. Would you care to explain what happened tonight officer, or shall I have to ask someone else?" The figure inquired, voice eerily calm, as if mimicking the sea before a storm.
*Tick, Tick, Tick*
"N-no sir, I'll explain right away" Officer DeWolf stammered out and arms clasped to her sides as she addressed the man infront of her, realising this might be her only chance of escaping the situation, however slim.
"Half the men hired to remove and deliver the Goblin's pumpkin bombs found within the watertower of Drake Heights began their task at 8pm sharp, whilst the other half distracted any nearby police." DeWolf informed.
"Ah yes, you got quite the hefty bonus for marking that watertower as safe didn't you?" The man interrupted, casually discussing the illegal act as if it was the weather, and turning his attention back to the woman before him.
"So why is it that MY weapons are now in police custody hmm, you wouldn't be trying to pull a fast one on me now, would you officer?" The man's voice growing darker with each passing word, daring her to confirm his accusation as he rested both hands on the desk infront of him.
*Tick, Tick, Tick*
"I-I would never dare sir! According to the testimony of one 'Aiden Griswald', his accomplice 'Mark Smith' had accidently primed one of the bombs which led to the initial explosion" DeWolf quickly replied in terror, knowing that she'd be answering many similar questions to Captain Stacy in but a few hours.
Atleast with him she had a good chance of weaseling out of the situation, unlike now.
"Mark Smith eh?" And with that, his fate was sealed. DeWolf wouldn't be surprised if he was found hanging from his cell when she pulled into work later.
*Tick, Tick, Tick*
"Yes, it's believed that this explosion is what initially alerted S-Spider-man to the scene rather than the distraction taking place" DeWolf continued, nervous of even mentioning the wallcrawlers name in this mans presence, yet pushed through at the sight of the timer now reading three minutes .
"Following a brief conflict, Spider-man had apprehended the two men present on the rooftop and a bag filled with the Goblin's pumpkin bombs. I then arrived on the scene only for him to flee, leaving the sack and criminals in police custody." DeWolf finished.
"...Do you take me for a fool officer?" The man growled, anger seeping into his tone. "Those watertowers should hold enough to fill at the least ten full sacks, so why is it that nine are missing whilst the last still isn't in my hands!"
*Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick*
"T-The records say that there were suppossed to be three men on that roof, and after checking the nearby traffic cams I can confirm that a truck was seen pulling away from the area believed to hold the others" The officer now replied, regretting ever getting out of bed that morning.
"It looks like you finally decided that you want to live officer" The man snarked, twisting the dial of the timer back an additional 30 seconds. "A gift. You will not get another."
"Now, where is this fabled truck?"
*Tick, Tick, Tick*
"...That's the problem sir. Later footage shows the truck being ambushed on the way to the delivery poin-"
*Tic-Crash*
"SOMEONE WOULD DARE!?" The man roared into the nigh empty room, herculan fist now covered in the scrap metal that was once a timer, as if daring those who oppossed him to show themselves.
DeWolf was certain of one thing at that moment, nothing in her life had stopped her heart for as long as the fear she was currently experiencing had.
"Who. Who did this?" The man demanded, indignation replaced with a simmering anger that promised retrabution.
"I-i-i don't know sir. All I could see was both the truck and ambushers seemingly sinking slowly into a large black spot on the ground." DeWolf could still remember her disbelief even after rewatching the footage five times.
"This USB has a copy of the footage sir, but it's unlike anything i've ever seen before" The officer said, shakily stepping forward to place said USB on the desk before darting back.
"More of those superpowered wackjobs then? Tch, it's as if they're trying to turn my city into a damn circus." The man pondered to himself as he sat staring at the USB, thoughts running rampant.
"That's enough for today officer. Show yourself out and be thankful that you still have your uses alongside the evidence to support your claims, otherwise this might've ended much differently for you." He said, gesturing to the door with a hand still covered in scrap metal.
"I'll expect that sack in custody delivered by next week."
"T-thank you sir, of course sir!" DeWolf stuttered before fleeing the room as fast as possible, thankful that she'd managed to escape with her life.
"One interrogation down, one to go" She sighed in relief, beginning to prepare her answers for later as the elevator descended back onto the sodom below.
Back in the previous room however is a now vacated seat, the it's previous occupant now standing by and staring out a large window overlooking NYC.
"First Spider-man shows up, and now these other insects dare to raise a hand against me?" He muttered, gazing out at the bustling city and moonless night."Soon they'll all learn, nothing they do will save them from my wrath"
"No one escapes Kingpin."
_
"Get your hands off of me you bastards! Don't you know who I work for?" Screamed the man being dragged by two guards into a seemingly modern office, the logo of TriCorp sitting proudly on the wall.
"The fuck?" The man questioned, dumbfounded by the fireplace illuminating the room and throne like chair with spikes to frame one's head that was sitting behind the rooms desk.
"You'll find...Billy was it? That I really don't care who it is that you work for, what I do care about however are those infernal devices you had." A man standing by the window called out to the confused thug now kneeling on the floor, courtesy of the guards who dragged him in.
"Don't know what you're on about, those are just christmas tree decorations you know" The man stubbornly replied, feigning ignorance
Said ignorance however earned him a swift kick to the jaw courtesy of the man from the window.
"I wouldn't test me Billy, i'd recognise the handywork of my business rival anywhere, no matter how insane he was." The man said, grabbing Billy's head by the hair and looking him in the eyes.
"Business rival? Wait a minute, you're freaking Roder-" Bam, another kick delivered, another tooth lost, such a shame really.
"Now, Now. Lets not get off-topic here. Are there anymore of these?" The man said, pulling out a pumpkin bomb from his pocket as he stared down at the thug now spitting out teeth.
"G-Go, fuck yourself! I ain't betraying the big-man for some two bit hack who couldn't even measure up to the insane bastard that was Osborn! Anything you can do to me, he and the Big-man would do ten times worse." The thug replied, glaring with angry but fearful eyes.
"Fair enough." The man said, turning around to head towards his desk and gesturing to the guards. "Have him dealt with."
"Yes ."
"W-wait, what? Y-you can't do this to me! I have a family! I'll squeal just let me live!" The man pleaded in desperation, bravado vanishing and answer changing as he was dragged out by the guards who brought him in.
"Too little, too late for that. I'll make sure to send my regards" The now identifed Kingsley said, nonchalant to Billy's impending fate. Say what you want about the man, but whilst Kinglsey might not have been the most intelligent, he was certainly ruthless.
"Even in death, Osborn still manages to somehow outshine me in every conceivable way!" Screamed Kingsley as he sat upon the chair behind his desk. "Tch, no matter, I'll show him, I'll show the bloody world that I am the truly superior one!
"Just need to figure out how..." Kingsley muttered, abandoning his anger for the calculating gleam now reflecting off the pumpkin bomb in his hands, unaware of the pointy eared shadow being cast behind him whilst the fire crackled on.
{4:00am}
Oblivious to the actions happening elsewhere in the city, Peter Parker found himself snoring quietly but happily in bed as he finally gained some semblence of peace after such a hectic day.
"Pete, Pete, Petey you there?" A voice asked to the now stirring Peter, breaking the silence in his pitch black room.
"W-what, who's there?" Peter replied blearly attempting to open his eyes fully but unable to make out the owner of the voice due to his barely concious state as he gazed halfheartedly around a dark and empty room.
"Just an old friend popping in, after all it's only right, on such a night..." The voice trailed off as Peter's vision and head finally began to clear, catching a glimpse of something moving beside his bed as he turned to face it. 'Green? ...Harry?'
"That I bring the FRIGHT!" Cackled the Green Goblin, crazed eyes peering deep into his own, face now mere inches from Peter's.
In that moment Peter couldn't tell you which was louder, his terrified screaming or the Goblin's demented cackling.
*Gasp*
And it was with a desperate gasp for air that Peter found himself sitting upright in his bed, drenched in sweat, eyes frantically sweeping across his room and heart beating as loud as a drum in fear.
"N-n-no Gobby, again" Peter murmerred in quiet reluctance after a few more seconds of desperate searching, nothing standing out in the pitch black room aside from the meager contents on his bedside table.
"It was just another of those stupid night terrors Peter, get ahold of yourself!" He admonished himself angrily. "This is what, the 20th time? ...I'm pathetic, can't even beat a stinking nightmare" Peter sighed sadly, laying back on his bed and gazing at the ceiling in frustration.
Giving his empty room another quick half-hearted glance, Peter's attention was grabbed by the tinniest ray of moonlight illuminating something familiar on his bedside locker.
"...I may not be able to beat the nightmare alone...but, atleast with her I can" Peter whispered softly to himself, delicatly cradling a certain card close to his heart as he fell into a peaceful slumber.
A few days later, Friday morning
*Knock, Knock*
"Oh Peter, good morning! How are you feeling today?" Asked one Anna Watson to the smiling boy at her front door.
"Morning Mrs. Watson! I'm a bit tired, but nothing an invigorating day at school won't fix, right?" Peter joked to the caring woman who was trying to stiffle her chuckles at his poor attempt at humour.
"I'm sure calculus keeps everyone awake Peter" Anna Watson responded as her laughter lightly faded. "It's certainly keeping my Mary-Jane awake, poor girl's been pushing herself so hard to get that homework done "
Try as he might, Peter couldn't help but feel guilty knowing that he'd been indirectly responsible for hassling the sick MJ by delivering her homework each morning.
"I'm sorr-"
"Oh enough of that young man, it's not like you are the one perscribing the homework. It gives her something to do and we're both really thankful for your help Peter" Anna Watson reassured, having seen that guilty flash in Peter's eyes many times throughout her years.
"If you're sure..." Peter trailed off hesitantly, finding it difficult to believe her.
"That reminds me!" He suddenly exclaimed as he rememberd the inital reason for dropping by, whilst removing his backpack and beginning to rummage through it.
"Here's yesterday's homework, it's not too much thankfully and has already said he'd postpone the history exam so" Peter rambled, handing the list of homework and a worksheet or two to the bemused Anna Watson.
"That's wonderful, I'm sure Mary-Jane will be thrilled to hear the good news"
"How's she been doing? Feels like ages since i've last seen her." Peter asked quietly, worry seeping into his voice.
"Oh Peter you care so much for people, it's delightful" Anna Watson happily said, content that Mary-Jane was friends with such a considerate person. "She's feeling a bit better today actually, still mostly bed-ridden of course, but she's confident in being back by Monday"
"Phew, that's wonderful news !" Peter happily replied, thankful that his friend was improving.
"Indeed it is Peter, now don't dilly dally anymore, I do believe you have somewhere to be today?"
"Huh, wh-School! Oh god I'm- I mean gosh!" Peter exclaimed, sheepishly correcting his language infront of the woman as his handme down watch read 7:30am.
"Sorry, gotta Run! Tell MJ we all miss her please! Peter shouted towards the once again laughing woman as he jogged down the steps and off to school, hoping today wouldn't add another to his recent string of tardy's.
Had he been paying more attention however, he might've caught a certain Mary-Jane "MJ" Watson in her long sleeved pjamas and seeming perfect health, watching him run off in a hurry. The unreadable look in her eyes only adding to the mystery.
_Peter had to say, whilst the increasingly common morning race against the school bell sucked, it atleast gave him plenty of opportunities to practice and improve his swinging techniques.
'Man I've really got to figure out a few more ways to avoid things' Peter pondered to himself, having had to dodge a flock of pigeons by flinging himself over the lazy birds crowding the sky. 'Don't they know its rude to block the path as a group'.
Chuckling to himself and resolving to devise a few new techniques for avoiding things soon, maybe he could figure out how to do a barrell-roll?, Peter continued his journey, passing over a hotdog vendor as his thoughts turned towards the nearby Mid-Town 3.
"Wonder what the geniuses will think of today, spitballs or maybe dunking their lunch on me" Being bullied was one thing, but having to accept it when he could just avoid most attempts really sucked. "Ugh, speaking of Lunch..."
Lunch hadn't changed alot since Monday, much to his chagrin. Everytime he'd be the last to arrive at the table and have to suffer an hour or so of Harry ranting about Spider-man or occassionally Peter's association with the webhead.
Gwen had thankfully stepped in each time Harry had turned his focus towards Peter, yet this only seemed to anger him, ultimately leading the couple into multiple small arguements.
Sighing to himself Peter couldn't help but ask why things always had to be so difficult. "What ever happened to just discussing the newest Batman comic, or joking together about conspiracies like 'Pym-Particles'."
"Why did everything have to get so complicated?"
_Thankfully having made it before the bell, he could breathe a bit easier as he took out the books he needed for class from his locker.
"I'm telling you man this leg, will be healed up in no-time and boom, the prodigal son returns to the field!"
...Why could he never shut his mouth, tempting fate might aswell be on his resume at this point.
"Lets just hope you keep some of that bravado for the field Flash, Hobbie's got a mean throw too." Said Rand as the popular kids, now with the previously missing Flash, started walking up the hall in Peter's direction.
"Bah, dude's good but he's got nothing on me! Throwing things is in my blood!" Flash proudly responded, chest puffed out as he hobbled past Peter without a glance.
'Huh, maybe today won't be so bad afte-'
*Crash*
'Me and my big mouth' Peter grumbled, pulling himself out of the locker he'd been shoved in by the passing Kong, who was now laughing along with most of the popular crowd as they headed for class.
After shutting his locker and picking up his dropped textbooks, Peter began his own journey to class as the halls quickly began to empty, many students in similar fear of a late detention.
'Guess Harry kept Gwen at her locker, again' Peter thought upon seeing them rush into class just ahead of him.
Previously, it had been an unspoken agreement to meet at Peter's locker in the mornings, given that he usually arrived later due to living the furthest away from school.
Nowadays however, the two would almost always be found together at one or the others locker, rarely seeing Peter outside of class or lunch.
'And the day goes on...yippy' Peter thought as he stepped into the first class of the day.