Peter Parker was fucking tired, and in pain, and he just wanted to go home and put on his hello kitty pajamas that Mr. Stark hadn't given him yet and just cuddle with his blankie that he didn't have yet at the compound and watch Star Wars.

The human mutate was very sleep deprived. He couldn't ‌sleep until two in the morning. And then, when he finally got some shuteye, he woke up at six because of a nightmare.

So here he was, running on absolutely nothing but that one sandwich he got from Delmar's and that one cup of coffee he had mixed red bull in.

"Peter!" Ned hissed at him. He looked back at his best friend. "The teacher just glared at you, you're going to get detention if you dose off again."

Sighing, Peter leaned back in his chair, blinking hard to ‌wake up his tired eyes.

He zoned out after six minutes.

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The acadec team and Mr. Harrington with Mr. Dell were all sitting in front of MJ, Ned and Peter. They were all clearly confused as to why they were sitting in an empty science lab after school times.

The time traveling teenagers had coaxed them all to come in here and hadn't spoken since.

"Umm, so, what's happening?" Sally asks.

Her only responses are, 'do we look like we know?' and, 'I don't know man,' and 'why don't we ask the people that brought us here?'

"We have to tell you something," Peter says, gulping.

After a moment of Peter struggling to get whatever he wanted to say out, Mr. Harrington spoke up. "Peter, maybe you'd feel more comfortable saying whatever you want to in private with the counselor? Or any of the teachers?"

"No, I- I have to say this to all of you."

"Take your time, Peter." Liz smiled encouragingly, even though there was a hint of impatience in her tone.

"Don't take your time. Just say it, man. I wanna go home." Flash yawned.

"Okay, so, I'm- There's no easy way to say this. But, I'm-"

"Spider-Man! He's- Spider-Man." Ned blurted out sooner than he could stop himself.

Okay, so there was an easy way.

"What, like... from YouTube?" Susan asks slowly.

"The guy in the pajamas who caught a car the other day?" Liz asked, looking like she doesn't believe any of this.

"There's no way you are Spider-Man," Flash snarled, a bit uncertain.

Ned and MJ looked at the mutate expectantly and he sighed.

Peter jumped, holding onto the ceiling with the tips of his fingers. He looked down at his peers' and teachers' ashtonished faces.

"Tada," he sung flatly, wanting to go to sleep already.

The room exploded with shocked exclamations.

Peter sighed tiredly, feeling a headache come on. Everything was so loud.

"What the- How- What the fuck!?"

"Mr. Thompson!"

"No! He just stuck to the ceiling, there's- that's fucking freaky!" Ah, a freak. One of the many things they called him after the big identity revelation.

"He'll crawl on the ceiling if you want." Ned suggested.

"He is here. And he doesn't want to."

"Yeah, no, I don't believe it." Charles said, leaning back and crossing his arms.

"How do you explain him sticking to the ceiling, then?" Sally asked, pinning him with a questioning look.

"I don't know? Some seriously strong glue?"

Peter sat down in front of them, rubbing his eyes frustratedly. Man, he really wanted to sleep.

"How did he so easily let go of the glue?"

"Shut up!" Peter yelled, and then immediately regretted it, because now everyone was staring at him. And he waited for them to whisper how his 'anger issues' may have been the reason he 'killed' Mysterio and about how they let him walk for some reason and about how he should be in the raft, chained up and about how—

Okay, not the time, so not the time.

The time-traveller gulped and walked over to a desk.

He planted his hands on the surface and lifted his legs off of the ground.

He removed one hand, balancing on only the other one.

Then he balanced on the tips of his fingers

And then his index and middle finger.

Then his pinky.

Then he finally let down. Planting on the floor with a little bounce

He turned to his peers and teachers. "Is that enough?"

"I—no!" Flash exclaimed and Peter groaned.

"Oh- What do you want me to do!? Go out there and- bench press a bus or something!?"

"...Can you?" Sally asked.

"No!" Mr. Harrington exclaimed, eyes wide with terror. "Nobody is bench pressing a bus!"

"I- I concur." Mr. Dell stammered, finally gaining enough sense in the midst of the panic.

"But it could prove that he's not trolling us!" Sally pushed.

"I am not letting a student under my care do something that could cause harm to them!" Mr. Harrington's voice was growing worryingly high.

"Yeah!" Mr. Dell echoed.

The students just looked to Peter, who sighed. He went and opened a window, climbing out of it, ignoring his teachers' protests.

He walked towards one of the old buses that had laid around for three years. The bus yard was mostly empty, not an unwanted soul in sight.

The acadec and teachers trailed behind him.

He stopped in front of a particularly big bus. He leaned down, hooking his fingers under the bus, and lifted.

Sounds of awe and suprise echoed behind him.

He put the bus down, then turned around, spreading his arms in a 'well?' gesture.

"What. The. Fuck."

They were back in the classroom. Everyone bar MJ and Ned sitting on the floor, crowding Peter with questions.

MJ leaned back on the board, arms crossed.

Ned sat on one of the tables, laptop on his lap, trying to figure out where they could find Doctor Strange.

"This doesn't make sense!" Sally exclaimed, and Peter groaned.

"How'd you even get these powers?!"

"Radioactive spider, field trip," Peter mumbled tiredly.

"You got bit by a radioactive spider and didn't think to inform your teachers?" Mr. Harrington asked, pushing through the turmoil in his mind.

"I thought it was just some dumb spider," Peter reasoned.

"So, how do you stick to the wall?" Susan asked in awe.

"There are like, these really tiny hairs on my body that help me stick to any surface, I guess?"

"So you can stick to the Hulk too?" Charles asks.

Peter chuckled, remembering the weeks when they were healing Wakanda. Peter's stickiness intrigued professor Hulk and he wondered if the mutate could stick to organic matters as well, leading to Peter walking around Wakanda sticking to everyone that was willing, that including the Professor himself.

"Yeah," he said, adding, "Maybe," as an afterthought.

"Okay, pause. Why are you telling us all of this?" Abe asked skeptically.

The trio looked at each other, having a silent conversation. Finally, Peter sighed and looked at them with a tense look.

"Okay, so here's what I'm hearing. You just, somehow know there's gonna be an explosion in Lagos, and the Avengers are going to be put under fire for it, which is going to trigger these 'Accords,' which is going to cause a divide in the team, which is gonna lead to them splitting up. Which is bad, because in twenty-eighteen there's gonna be another invasion which is going to end in half of the universe dying because the heroes coudn't stop this Thanos guy?" Charles sums up and the trio nods. "And you're here to stop it because you're from the future?" The trio nods again.

The entire room just stares at them. The teachers are pale and look like they don't get paid enough for this shit. The acadec looks like they're torn between not believing them and wanting to deck them.

"Yeah... I don't believe it."

Before Peter could groan and launch into another explanation. A familiar crackle sounded, a few sparks spiraling into a circle following it.

The occupants looked at the pair standing at the other end.

Peter smiled at the sight of Dr. Strange and The Ancient One.