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“I hate Wednesdays” Peter muttered, upset. He slammed his locker shut, sulking a bit.
“How much worse can it get” Ned replied.
Peter had been having a horrible day. He’s had his spidy sense going off since he set step into the school.
“Yea, I don’t think I can go though the rest of the day. This is giving me a headache. Ned it’s been ongoing since this morning!” Peter signed out, holding onto his temples.
“Maybe somethings going to happen! Like um- I can’t come up with anything.”
“Exactly! I don’t know what it is. I’ll just sleep it off during mister warrens”
“Well, I’ll see you later! Thankfully we have lunch after.”
“Yea and eat fish sticks? Yea no.”
Both nes and Peter laughed. Due to peters enhanced senses he can usually smell what’s for lunch. Fish sticks are by far the worst.
“Let’s go, bells about to ring” peter added.
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“Mj, it’s getting worse” Peter whimpered.
“Like your spidy tingle?” She replied.
“Yea, I don’t know what’s happening. It’s usually not this bad.”
“Ask to go to the bathroom”
“Peter, Micheal! Have anything to share to the class?” Mr. Warren questioned.
“Peter doesn’t feel well, can I take him to the nurse?” Mjs quick thinking helped them on the spot.
And truthfully, Peter did look ill. His skin was pale and his skin looked clammy.
“Go ahead, grab the hall-“ he was cut off by a loud bang, followed by a scream.
“Shit!” Peter yelled. Immediately he went to run out the door.
“Mr. Parker! I can’t let you go! You are my responsibility! It’s to dangerous” mr. Warren yelled, running towards Peter, pulling on his arm hoping he could get him to rethink.
“Someone might need help!” Peter yelled, yanking his arm back.
“And what will you do! Get shot and add one more body to the count! Get your ass In!” Flash yelled back.
“Someone has to help. I need to do this!” Peter finally got his arm away from mr warren. But only for a short period of time.
He was yanked away from the door by flash.
“Pen-Peter! We can’t have you die! For the love of everything get rid of that superiority complex!”
It was life or death for Peter. There was yelling, cries, and more shots being fired.
“Please let me go! I need to help, I have to!”
“Wait till Spider-Man or iron man comes here!” Eugene continued.
“Tony’s at a meeting! He can’t”
Peter seemed visibally disturbed. He quickly sent aunt may and Tony a message. The same message, just slightly notified for Tony.
To Tony
Peter- Tony, there’s a shooting at midtown. If I don’t survive, I love you so much. I saw you as a father, and you had to be one of the greatest thing to ever happen to me. Now, In order for me to help others. I need to reveal my identity to my class. Im so sorry
Peter took a deep breath. He’s really doing this.
“Let me go please!” He pleaded again.
“Are we still doing this! You can’t do anything! We have to wait for the cops or Spider-Man or iron man or the whole fucking avengers! You’re none of those!” Mr warren whisper yelled.
Peter breathes heavily. He glanced at MJ, before pressing a button on his watch, making the nano-suit appear.
Everyone was in awe.
“Let me go. Please. Don’t reveal my identity, I’ll answer questions another day”
Peter went to go open the door, and noticed the lock doesn’t work. He webbed the lock quickly before going out and finding the attacker.
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“Karen, where’s the shooter?”
“It seems that the intruder is on the first floor, by the cafeteria.”
He immediately dashed to where the intruder was.
“Incoming call, iron man, want me to answer?” Karen replied.
“Yes please!”
After a few seconds he heard a familiar voice.
“Kid? Pleas tell me you’re hiding safely?”
“I’m sorry, I’m not, I’m locating the shooter. I’m nearby I can tell”
“Kid, I need you to hide.”
“Dad, I can’t. I cant. Uncle Ben said with great power comes great responsibility. I need to help”
“Kid I’m almost there, please be careful”
“I will, I’ll we you soon tony”
With that the call ended. But the shooter happened to locate him.
“Spider-Man, Spider-Man, Great to see you!” It’s a familiar voice.
“Mike?” Peter whispered out.
“How do you know who I am? Tell me!” Mike grabbed the gun and angled it up to his temple.
“I go here! Put the gun down. Please.” Peter whimpered. This wasn’t Spider-Man at the moment. It was Peter. A scared teenage boy, fighting for his life.
“Tell me who you are! Tell me or I’ll shoot. And trust me I won’t hesitate. Look at the blood and body’s around this school”
“Fine, fine! Just put the gun down. It’s my only request. Please mike.” Peter pleaded.
Slowly mike lowered the gun, gesturing for Peter to remove his mask.
Peter grabbed the edge of his mask, and slowly lifted it up, but not enough for it to reveal his face. Quickly, he grabbed the barrel of the gun, and attempted to take it away. But as usual, Parker luck strikes again. One, two, and three shots later, Peter was able to get the gun away from mike. He got him down, gun was far away, and webbed to a wall. But, Peter was losing blood.
God, he was losing a lot of blood.
His vision got spotty, his hands and body felt clammy, and the headache he’s had since the beginning of the day returned.
“Can you tell me who you are?” Mike asked.
“You’re not gonna believe me” Peter wheezes out. The pain is finally setting in, hurting every part of his body.
“Please? Who can you be? Flash?” A
Small chuckle left the boy.
“I’m gonna web you. Got it?” Peter didn’t wait for any conformation before webbing mike down to the floor.
“can you tell me. Please? I need to know”
“No you don’t. Trust me. It’s better if you don’t.”
“Am I close to you?” Mike asked. He seemed genuine.
“We’re in a team together”
“Acadec huh?”
“Yup”
Peter was losing blood rapidly. His spidy senses hasn’t stopped the bleeding yet. Jesus. Why isn’t it working.
“Peter. I’m Peter” he added on.
“Shit. Shit shit shit. Oh my god. I, Jesus. I’m so sorry. I- oh my god” mike rambled.
“Don’t close your eyes! Please don’t. I’ll never forgive myself if you die.”
“Peter, Tony is in the school, upcoming call” Karen called out.
“Answer please” Peter cried out.
After a moment of silence be heard Tony’s voice.
“Kid, Jesus. Where are you?”
“By cafeteria. Got shooter.”
“Are you hurt?” Tony asked.
“Yes. Please hurry. I don’t want to die” Peter sounded so young at the moment.
“I’m on my way. Stay awake. Please.”
“Okay. If I die, please know that I love you. And may, and pepper”
“You won’t die. I’m almost there. Stay awake for me underroos.”
“Can’t. Hard”
“Karen, how’s his state”
“His physical health seems to be deteriorating”
“Peter stay awake. Help us coming soon”
Peter nodded. He tried his best. He really did. But slowly his eyes started closing.