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Every day was the same old.
Well, not until Peter received these weird powers. Suddenly he was fending off people off a train, his hand… sticks to everything. It was strange. Nothing ever happened before any of this, so why now?
The journey to Oscorps was beneficial in many senses as well. But he wouldn't expect to unlock 6 senses after that journey.
But you know… having skills like that, it can't go to an audience of none. People need to see it! Because egotistical teenagers with superpowers, am i rite?
He needs the perfect opportunity to arise though. You can't just do that in the middle of nowhere, it's less impactful that way.
He was minding his own business on the court, while on the other half, the basketball team was playing… well, basketball! And Flash had to be there, of course. A girl painting a banner… hey, she’s pretty good at it! He would sneak a few glances. Would be a shame if those efforts went to was-
PLONK!
Peter whips around, the fat can of blue paint splattered everywhere! Aw man, all that hard work.
The girl stands up in her brown spacebun glory.
“You did that on purpose, Flash!”
“No, but I should’ve. You better watch your back.” Flash says in his buzzcut bully glory.
Oh, Peter doesn't like that.
But you know… this is the perfect time to show his powers off!
Of course though, he gotta check on that girl.
He begins gently, walking over to meet her spacy stare.
“Hey. You alright?”
She didn't answer, and even if she did, he wouldn't acknowledge it. Leaning to one side to pick up the bucket, then his oh so super spidey senses come into play and grip at the ball! One hand on his camera and the other on a giant basketball that should be given to his mortal enemy… thats aura bruh
Well, I can't describe the girls hair. But i will call it spacebuns.
The girl is just as spacy as those space buns, because gaddamn!! Even some other dudes were checking that out under the bleacher. Gee, Peter might be making a name for his reflex already.
Not even a second to respond with nothing but a raise of his eyebrows until he hears the same snarky voice again. The squeeze of shoes approaching him… he knows it all too well.
“Give it up, Parker.”
Peter looked up to the point beyond his shoulder, Flash wiggling his fingers. He wants this over and done with. But Peter… Oh Peter… he ain’t done yet.
That ugly little face of Flash’s made his blood curdle.
He looks over nonchalantly, then back at the girl. She only peers at him from her glasses, not exactly impressed. What was him putting back a paint bucket gonna do for her when her work of art was ruined?
Peter breathes, shaking his head. “Oh- ah, one sec”
For emphasis, he shakes the camera in his hand to catch the girls' attention. Handing it to her, his occupied hand now holds the ball. This dude has his head so far up his ass.
Come on man. Says a tired dude from the team. They all wanna get done with this instead of dealing with the Peter Parker bullshit.
With a prideful leer at the team, he presses his balm against the ball and bounces it, walking through the court slowly but surely to piss them off.
“Why dontchya take it from me?”
Gosh, even Flash thinks hes a real loser. He lets ot a chuckle– more from second hand embarrassment.
They both square up to each other in the middle of the court. Peter greets Flash’s confident look with one of a pursed lip and beady eyes. Is this ragebait?? It is sure working.
Peter holds the ball outwards, an invitation for our dear Flash.
“Go ahead, take it.”
It would be a real shame if those powers didn't come to use now.
Swiftly, faster than peters spidey senses can come to, Flash actually takes the ball from Peter. That was so anticlimcatic!
The first thing Peter saw was seeing that ugly little chipmunk face contort into an evil smile. Not a good day for the amazing spiderman huh?
Flash gives a full hearty chuckle, and so do the people behind him with the unfamiliar greeting of whispers.
“Geez man, you got your head far up your ass.”
With the snickers of the goonies behind Flash and the snickers of the innocent bystanders in the bleachers, Peter's face only boiled down to an angry flush. Embarrassing…
He walks past the girl with the space buns who was holding in a laugh, her cheeks full.
Atleast Gwen didn't see that!
But then he sees a blonde girl in the corner of the court that suspiciously looks like Gwen.
Oh god.