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Peter Parker wakes. The same time, the alarm clock by his bedside rings throughout the room, loud and annoying.
On reflex, he extends an arm, almost knocking the clock onto the ground as he shuts it off.
He stretches lazily like a cat, a soft sleepy sigh leaves him as he stares at the ceiling for a moment. Peter feels his eyes dropping a second later, sleep tempting him once more but he forces himself to get up. He had school after all.
He stares at himself in the mirror before brushing his teeth, pretending he doesn't look like a practical zombie, regretting staying up so late texting Ned last night.
Huh. Well you look at that, it's the consequences of his own actions.
"Hey dude." May says in greeting as he walks into kitchen after dressing (no longer looking like zombie but an actual human being) in a pants with a simple grey t-shirt and a blue plaid jacket.
it was suppose to be green.
He takes a bowl and begins to prepare himsel cereal, "Morning," he replies and takes the carton of milk from the fridge and starts drinking it from the box.
May swats him in the stomach with a kitchen cloth that somehow materialized in her hand. "I raised you better than that, you hooligan."
He grins, wiping his mouth, "didn't I saw you drink the same way just yesterday?"
His Aunt sniffs as she places on her shoes for work, "that's different."
"I'm sure it is."
"Smell you later alligator," May says as she walks up to him and presses a kiss against the side of his temple.
"See ya."
"You're gonna eat that or..?" Peter blinks out from the daze he was in and focuses his attention on MJ — who claimed a seat for herself with him and Ned in the Cafeteria.
Peter pushes the box of fries in her direction wordlessly, resuming staring into nothingness with his hand supporting his chin.
He can't describes what he was feeling if anyone asks, he wasn't even sure if he was feeling anything to begin with. He can't be sick can he? He hasn't gotten sick since the spider bite.
He closes his eyes for a moment, feeling strangely out of place, the jumble of noise that was the Cafeteria was starting to become too much for him. He pushes the strange feeling down, willing it to go away.
He raised from his seat abruptly causing Ned to jump. "You okay man?—"
"Fine," he breathes out, he doesn't know why he was suddenly acting like this. "I'm — I'm gonna use the restroom, yeah."
He leaves from the table before his friends could say anything else.
The cold water feels good on his face, but unfortunately it wasn't helping whatever problem he was having. He feels strangely out of breath, he grips the sink tighter, hearing — feeling it break under his hand as he closes his eyes.
For a wild second, Peter fears he was becoming sick again when he first got the spider bite, he quickly stomps the fear that was beginning to suffice at the very thought.
Suddenly a hand was touching his shoulder, he quickly pushes the hand away, immediately backing away, almost tripping over his own two feet in the process as he feels his back presses against the cool wall of the restroom.
"Damn Parker! It's just me — it's just me."
Flash — Flash of all people who could see him like this; puts his hands up in a placating gesture, taking a slight step back as if he was a wild animal that he just approached.
Peter breathes out and blinks, he blinks again, he opens his mouth only for him to close it again as no words was coming out.
"Uh, you want me to get Leeds for you? — how about a teacher? yeah, a teacher sounds better."
"I'm fine." Peter bites out roughly without meaning too.
"I gotta go," he brushes past Flash in a hurry, leaving him standing in the restroom, alone, probably confused as fuck.
He stumbles his way onto the hallway, holding onto the lockers for support, there was low wrrr noise in his ears now.
It was embarrassingly easy to leave the school's ground, he probably gonna be in a lot of trouble when May and his teachers hears about this.
Speaking of his Aunt, Peter reaches down to his pocket, only to find it empty and the familiar weight on his shoulder wasn't present either.
He stops walking entirely, "fucking great."
His phone and backpack was still in the Cafeteria with Ned and MJ. He grits his teeth, he doesn't think he'll be able to sneak back in — frankly he doesn't think he has the energy to do that.
Even if he does go back now and someone takes notice there's something wrong with him; Peter realizes that May's in work, how fast can she truly get here? If she doesn't reach in time, they'll probably will want to take him to the hospital.
What if they do blood-tests or any type of test for that matter? What then?
He really hopes Ned took his stuff for him.
People brush past him, carrying on with with their day as he makes his way down the sidewalk, fighting the nerve to stop himself from laying right here on the ground.
Was laying on the ground of New York illegal? Peter doesn't know, would it be unsanitary? Absolutely.
He was swaying. He felt dizzy and the place was spinning, he blinks hard and stops at the mouth of a random alleyway. He places his hand on his knees, breathing hard as if he just ran a marathon.
leave, leave, leave now.
The hairs on his body stood on its end adruptly, he was too slow, too weak to react.
Hands snatches him from behind roughly and Peter was suddenly pulled into the darkness of the alleyway, his consciousness slipping from his grasp.
Peter Parker wakes. The same time, the alarm clock by his bedside rings throughout the room, loud and annoying.
On reflex, he extends an arm, almost knocking the clock onto the ground as he shuts it off.
He stretches lazily like a cat, a soft sleepy sigh leaves him as he stares at the ceiling for a moment. Peter feels his eyes dropping a second later, sleep tempting him once more but he forces himself to get up. He had school after all.
He stares at himself in the mirror before brushing his teeth, pretending he doesn't look like a practical zombie, regretting staying up so late texting MJ last night.
Huh. Well you look at that, it's the consequences of his own actions.
"Hey dude." May says in greeting as he walks into kitchen after dressing (no longer looking like zombie but an actual human being) in a pants with a simple grey t-shirt and a red plaid jacket.
Wasn't it blue?
He takes a bowl and begins to prepare himsel cereal, "Morning," he says, taking the carton of milk and drinking it from the box.
May swats him in the stomach with a kitchen cloth that somehow materialized in her hand. "I raised you better than that, you hooligan."
He grins, wiping his mouth, "didn't I saw you drink the same way just yesterday?"
His Aunt sniffs as she places on her shoes for work, "that's different."
"I'm sure it is."
"Smell you later alligator," May says as she walks up to him and presses a kiss against the side of his temple.
"See ya."
"You're gonna eat that or..?" Peter blinks out from the daze he was in and focuses his attention on MJ — who claimed a seat for herself with him and Ned in the Cafeteria.
Peter pushes the tray of onion rings in her direction wordlessly, resuming staring into nothingness with his hand supporting his chin.
He closes his eyes when he felt the ball of crumpled up paper hit him softly behind his head and the laughter that follows soon after. He presses his lips together and shifts his body slightly to see Flash and his minions snickering like little children by a nearby table and then to the ball of paper that now lays on the ground.
"Hand it over." Ned says and Peter raised a brow in surprise in his friend direction who just rose one back quietly.
Paper ball in his hand now, Ned stoods up and throws the paper at Flash's head at a surprising accuracy.
MJ snorts, a smile hinting at her lips, and Peter hides his surprised laugh, looking back at his friend who had smug smirk on his face.
It was odd, really. This was the first time, he thinks, Ned had retaliate against Flash.
The laughter ceased to a stop and Peter smile fades when Flash turns his body slowly to Peter and his table.
"Um." Ned says, smile slipping just like Peter's, "my hand slipped?"
Flash scowls, a deep frown appearing on his face as his goons starts to raise from their seat, attempting, what Peter thinks was to look intimidating. His mind briefly flashes back to those stereotypical shows where the bullies would be cracking their knuckles, ready to harass whoever their target was.
Flash raises from his seat and comes up towards them. Barely inches away from them and Peter thinks the other boy's eyes looked wrong, almost as if something was missing.
"Run you fat fuck."
Peter stills and so does Flash. His eyes drifts to a tall boy with dirty blonde hair, backpack handing loosely on his shoulder and dark eyes trained intensely on Ned who's expression was blank.
It only now registered that this was the new kid, Daniel, that joined Flash's gang only a month ago.
Flash never calls them names like these — never called Ned names like what this guy was doing now. Peter has always categorized Flash as the stereotypical bully that he always sees in movies, always calling them; 'loser, freak, dipshits,' but never this.
Flash was all bite no bark, Peter wasn't afraid of him— not afraid of Daniel — not when he fights criminals with knives and guns strapped to their waistband.
"The fuck did you just call him?" Peter hears himself asking, stepping forward to the guy who instantly snaps his attention towards him, their gaze meeting.
Peter doesn't get angry, no matter how many times Flash taunts him his class knows this. Spider-Man doesn't get angry, no matter how many times criminals shoots at him, New York knows this.
He doesnt know the extent of his powers, but he does know that he can seriously hurt someone if he wanted.
"Peter —"
He hears Ned calling him, he feels MJ standing up from behind him, they were other students watching them now. He forces himself to breathe his nose, counting in his head as he tries to calm down.
That's when he sees Daniel throwing his bag onto the ground, "I called him a fat fuck, what about it?"
God. People were so idiotic, weren't they?
He feels something hot wash over him, "think you could do something Parker—?"
Peter doesn't let him finish his sentence, he swings at Daniel's who stumbles back, blood coating his mouth now as he watches Peter in surprise as he touches his face.
Peter walks forward. Gripping Daniel's shirt who kicks at him in the stomach which really doesn't phases him that much.
Think of May, think of his friends, think of Spider-Man, what will happen if they find out his identity? Think of Mr. Stark who'll be so disappointed in him—
Peter senses the hands that were about to grab from behind before he feels it, probably the other students, probably Daniel's friends.
They hold him down, Peter allows it. Peter allows it when they knock him out cold, his consciousness slipping from his grasp.