MJ quirked an eyebrow at her cr- friend as he walked into the school. There was something about the way that he walked that wasn't quite right.

"What up dork," she said, voice emotionless, hiding the small panic rising in her.

"Not bad buuuuuut not the greatest either."

Now MJ was really worried.

Peter noticed the way her eyes widened with concern and sighed. "Where's Ned?"

"I'm here. What's up?"

Peter said nothing but dragged them to the bathroom.

"Uh Peter?" Ned said. "MJ's a girl."

"Like that bothers me. It's just a room. And besides, no one uses these ones." The girl pushed the door open, not caring as her friends blinked at her. "Ok, Pete, what's up?"

"Ok, so basically what's happening is that the avengers are after me and Ironman was there last night and I was talking to Black Widow when he shot me with a repulsor and it was higher that it was supposed to be and my super healing should've kicked in but that the strange thing: it hasn't and so I'm slightly concerned-"

"Where?"

"What?"

"Where did he hit you?"

"Stomach."

MJ pulled his shirt up and winced. "Yeah... that... that is bad." She dropped the fabric down and dropped her gaze as the boys stared at her. "What? I just wanted to make sure that he wasn't dying."

Peter chuckled slightly and winced. "The problem is that abs are used in almost everything. So everything hurts."

Ned sucked air between his teeth sharply. "Ouch. That is not fun. How high was it though? Cause for it to be that bad and not healing, it must be pretty high."

"Yeah, well that's the thing! He was so shocked afterwards, but I don't get why it was that high in the first place. It was almost as though he was going to use it that high anyway."

MJ nodded. "Well, the bell's gonna go so... let's go. Also Peter, did you get a new cologne?"

Peter flushed. "Uh, maybe."

"Hm. Not bad."

They walked out of the bathrooms, MJ ignoring the stares from students. They were passing by the lockers when Peter's neck buzzed.

"Sup Puny Parker!"

The brunette was roughly shoved into the lockers, wincing as his shoulder caught the impact.

"So, there's a big test today and I need your help." Flash grabbed Peter by the ear and yanked him closer. "You will sit next to me," he whispered, making Peter shiver as the bully's breath crept down his ear, "and you will write my name on the top of your test. You will then put in all of your effort, and I mean all-" he pulled Peter closer yet again- "and then when I am finished, we will switch and I will go up first and then you after a few minutes. Okay?"

Peter nodded, wincing as his ear was pulled brutally. Flash let go, pushing Peter back into the lockers. Eugene turned to leave as Peter straightened himself, then sent a hard jab to the nerd's stomach.

Peter doubled over in pain, his jaw clenched as Flash smirks.

"I didn't even punch you that hard, orphan." He spat the last word out, spinning on his heel and sauntering away.

If looks could kill, MJ would be in prison for life for slaughtering another human. She turned her glare away, focusing on her pained friend. "Let me see."

Peter turned to face the lockers and lifted up his shirt gingerly. The dry, blistered skin was cracked and raw, still not healing properly.

"Oh ow."

The teen dropped the fabric down, flinching as it brushed against the burn. "Let's get going. We don't want to be late."

His friends nodded and fell into step beside him, like guards walking besides their ruler.

Peter frowned at the exam. It was certainly more difficult than normal ones, that's for sure. He tapped the rubber end of his pencil lightly against the desk, tounging the air as it left his cheeks. Brown eyes turned to stare blankly at the doorway, the face a hilarious expression of concentration.
He jumped suddenly, startling Flash, who hissed at him, and scribbled furiously on the page. He was up to the last section.

What is your home situation?

Well, he probably couldn't write "I live with my aunt cause my parents are dead" so he waited till Eugene had finished up to the last page. Ensuring that the teacher wasn't looking, they switches papers and began writing.

As he got further down the page, the longer he took to answer. The questions had become oddly personal,  almost as though someone or someones were attempting to establish personality through a piece of paper.

Brown eyes traced the last question carefully.

What motivates you each day?

What does motivate me? He pondered. The teen sat back, eyes distant as he thought about the probing question.

What motivates you each day?

After several minutes, his pen made contact with the paper.

I don't really know. When I was little, my parents passed, which left me with my aunt and uncle, and he passed away fairly recently. He told me that "with great power comes great responsibilty" and I guess that's stuck. I want to make a change in the world, even if it's a small one. I want to help make the world a better place, even if it's just my world. We all have some power, so we have to be responsible and wise with how we use it. Like Shakespeare said; "Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown." He's basically saying that power always comes hand in hand with responsibility and accountability.
Sorry I sound like I'm writing an essay, oops.

Satisfied with his answer, he threw down his pen. He glanced over and Flash scribbling furiously with his pencil before standing up to hand in his exam. Something grabbed at his shirt and yanked him down before hissing furiously in his ear.

"I go up first you idiot!"

Peter bowed his head in apology and quietly doodled in the borders while he waited. By the time Flash had finished, the bell was about to ring and Peter was late to his next class.

If only he knew what the test had been for...