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“There you are!” MJ exclaimed as Peter stepped onto the bus. “Here, I saved you a seat.”
Peter was quick to sit in the saved seat, second to the back.
He along with a small group of students from Midtown School of Science had been selected to go on an overnight field trip to Philadelphia where they would go to and learn more about places like the Liberty Bell, Independence hall, and Gettysburg.
He had been up late the night before patrolling and fighting a group of human traffickers and by the time he had gotten to bed it had been around three in the morning at the command of a not-so-happy Tony Stark, who had been notified by Friday of the teens activity at the early hour. Peter had crashed after that and completely forgotten to set his alarm, instead being woken up by several calls from MJ, telling him they were leaving in ten minutes. Peter had then finished packing and gotten ready in record time, just barely making it to the bus before it pulled out.
All the way to the bus he had a nagging feeling in the back of his head that he was forgetting something but he didn’t really have the time to sit and think on it. It was only when he sat down that he remembered.
He forgot to use the bathroom.
Of course he did.
His bladder sat uncomfortably inside him, more than empty, but not all the way full yet. He sighed and looked in the direction of the bathroom right across from him. The trip was funded by some government program so they were able to get a tour bus with enough room for each student to have two seats to themselves if they chose, which everyone did.
MJ, seated right behind him, immediately started interrogating him.
“What took you so long?”
He blushed a little, knowing she would probably use this against him for later teasing but answered anyway.
“I forgot to set my alarm.”
She pushed away from his seat, satisfied.
“Classic.”
Peter rolled his eyes at her playfully and turned to face forward, seeing as she had pulled her headphones back over her ears, he assumed she wasn’t really in the mood to talk.
Fine by him, he had more important things to focus on. As they rolled out of the city, Peter grabbed a book and a granola bar out of his backpack, figuring he should eat something since he also forgot to eat breakfast in his hurry out the door.
For the first hour or so, the ride went relatively smooth as Peter read and listened to music, but his bladder wasn’t very content with being held for so long after waking up. He had to wonder a little why he was this desperate so early in the morning but the answer came to him quickly.
He always kept well hydrated on patrols, both Tony and May made sure of that. It was never really a problem as he sweat most of it out while in action and usually expelled the rest right before sleeping, something he had failed to do last night as he had practically collapsed into bed and passed out.
He was regretting that greatly now.
Of course there was always the bathroom right across from him but the thought of getting up in front of everyone, especially MJ, and basically silently telling everyone in the bus that he could not hold his pee for even the two hours it would take to get there made him recoil and stay firmly placed in his seat. No one else was taking the measure of using the bus toilet, so neither would he. He wasn’t a baby.
But then again maybe he was because he was seriously doubting his ability to hold it as the minutes went by. Every single bump on the road only asserted how badly he needed to go as his bladder would seemingly slosh around inside him. He was trying to focus on his book, trying everything to ignore the uncomfortable ache of his bladder when his saving grace walked by.
Someone, a girl, a grade older than him, walked into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it.
Yes! Peter could use the bathroom now without being that kid who couldn’t hold it because someone else had already gone in before him.
The second the door opened again he wanted to jump up and rush in but he knew he wasn’t quite out of the woods yet. If he rushed in too quickly it would look like he was desperate which, granted, he was, but they didn’t need to know that. He opted to wait five minutes before getting up.
That however turned out to be a terrible plan as seemingly everyone on that bus decided they needed to use the bathroom, making Peter curse internally and reset the timer in his head every time someone else entered and exited the bathroom.
Peter’s desperation only grew as this vicious cycle went on for over half an hour. He could feel his bladder, now hard and heavy, digging into his jeans and he knew it was getting dire. The problem was that every time he was close to the one minute mark, someone else decided they needed the bathroom.
Noting this he changed his waiting frame to two and a half minutes after whoever had last used the bathroom but even that proved to be hard. At one point he had gotten to two minutes and twenty five seconds when someone got up and made their way to the back.
He wanted to scream.
Why was he even waiting? All these other people had no problem going within short time distances from one another, so why did he? With that thought he tried to and almost succeded in working himself up to stand before sitting back down firmly again as someone else stood up.
He cursed his anxiety internally.
Finally he had just about had enough. He had to pee so bad he thought he might throw up, that was, of course, if he didn’t wet himself first. He lost a few dribbles into his underwear before finally admitting defeat and standing up only a minute and a half after the last person left. He noted MJ and a few others giving him a quick glance before returning to what they had been doing, not giving him a second thought.
He took the two steps to the door, opening and closing it as casually as possible, but the second that door was closed, he gave in to that urge to squirm he had so desperately been repressing. He buried his hand in his crotch and locked the door as fast as humanly possible and within seconds he was in position to pee.
Only, he couldn’t, it wouldn’t come out.
“Nononononono come on.” He whispered under his breath, trying to coax his stream to start. He didn’t want to be in there too long for fear that people may get the wrong idea, but the constant bumps on the road were making it very hard to relax. He figured he had about two minutes before someone noticed how long he had been in there and started asking questions and he didn’t dare go back out without peeing because he just knew he would not be able to hold it until they got there.
He placed his hand on the wall and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down enough to let go. Finally after what felt like a millennia but couldn’t have been more than ten seconds, a small trickle started up, already decreasing the pressure in his bladder. That slow stream turned quickly into a roaring torrent and he worried for a second that everyone on the bus would hear him but the relief of releasing a night's worth of pee quickly clouded over his worries. He was able to finish up quickly after that, walking out and feeling about ten pounds lighter than before.
MJ smirked at him as he walked out, not in a teasing way, he hoped, but more of a friendly acknowledgement. He smiled shyly back at her and ducked his head, sitting back down in his seat, blissfully empty and ready for whatever the rest of the trip had in store for him.