Parker Luck

What to Expect:
—Milo Murphy's Law SPOILERS
—Kinda OOC
—Probably very OOC
—AGAIN SPOILERS ⚠️⚠️⚠️
—Also I have little to no experience writing first person POV so this was kinda just for practice? It isn't very good but yeet.
—You all should watch Milo Murphy's Law if you can. It's by the same people who made Phineas and Ferb(another great show)
—Fun Fact: My family was watching MML while I wrote this. In another room, but yeah.

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SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT

This wasn't good. Not good. Bad. No. Very bad. Shit. More 'shit's than can be counted.

I CAN NOT be late for the first day of school! Hell, my Mom's gonna kill me!

FIRE??? WHY IS THERE FIRE!?!

I'm already dead. I can see a light. Ahhhhgggg...

I guess I can explain, since I'll already be late.

It all started this morning...

*flashback*

"First day at a new school, huh?" Tony flashed a smile and I gave him one in return. "Excited, nervous? Both?"

"Both."

"You're going to do great." Pepper set her hand on my shoulder and I could feel her lips on my forehead. "If you get there on time. You should be going."

My eyes flashed to the clock above the kitchen counter. "Shit!" I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder.

"Watch your language Harley!" Tony called, "And enjoy your first day of school!"

"Thanks Dad!" Reaching the elevator out of breath, I asked FRIDAY to take me to the first floor. I took in a deep breath got into a running position, and as soon as the doors opened on the first floor I started running for the bus stop.

A group of kids were already there, chatting together. "Hi!" I called. I raised my hand to wave, and one of them waved back. Then his eyes widened and he backed away, soon followed by the other kids.

"Get over here!" One of the kids whisper-yelled, "you don't wanna be around him!"

What?

I don't know what I was expecting, but this wasn't it. This kid, he didn't seem threatening in the least. His hair was brown and well kept, though his clothes had some tears. He seemed thin and his lanky arms hung at his sides.

"Er, hi?" he said. Shit, I must have been staring. "Name's Peter."

"Harley." I tried to give a smile, but the other kids were putting me off. I can't pull 'casual', I honestly don't know why I tried, but at the time I had an awkward silence to fill.

"Er, what's all, um, this?" I gestured to the other kids and kinda hoped he understood what I meant.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Oh!" He exclaimed, "you mean that. Yeah, I have a bit of a reputation."

What?

W H A T ?

"So what are you? A tough guy?" I looked him over again, but he didn't seem as though he could hurt anyone. "I can't believe that."

"No! I would never hurt anyone!" Peter put his hands up in front of him. "I just have my Parker Luck." he gave a short laugh. "But you know what they say: sticks and stones can damage your vital organs, so always wear body armor!" He tapped his chest and it vibrated like a fucking bell.

He's wearing what????

"No one says tha-"

"Hey Loser."

Peter smiled at the girl who had just walked up next to him. "Hi MJ!"

MJ looked up, tilted her head, and took a few steps backwards. "Imma stand over here."

Peter sent MJ some finger guns. "Good call. Oh! I got a new scar this weekend, wanna see?"

"Whatever."

Peter pulled out his phone and lifted his shirt up to reveal a thin scar and HOLY HELL HES HOT. How is he that muscled? Peter took a photo of the scar and then MJ's phone dinged.

"Stop getting hurt."

Peter gave a thin laugh. "Sorry."

"Seriously, what the fuck?" I looked around, because what? This has got to be a joke. I turned back to Peter. "What's Parker Luck?"

Peter's face fell. "Well, it's—"

I jumped as the sound of metal clanged near my feet. After a second of calming my poor heart I picked up the object that had been flung in my direction.

"Huh," I lifted the object up for a closer inspection, "it's one of those heavy duty bungee-cords they use to tie stuff down at construction sites... what the fuck."

Peter clicked the straps of a bike helmet into place under his chin before slam-dunking another helmet onto my head. "Time to go!" He shouted, pulling me along after him.

"Why are we running?!"

"Because of that!" Peter pointed behind us and I saw a giant metal pipe rolling down the street behind us.

What!?? Fuck fuck fuck...

Peter gripped my wrist tighter. Sweat ran down my face. How can I be this tired? Am I that out of shape?

Focus on running! Scream? Scream is good. I glanced over at Peter. Hold up, why isn't he screaming!? He should be screaming. I'm screaming.

"Stop screaming! I find it doesn't help," Peter said, voice raised but CALM? HOW!????

"Here," Peter said, slipping off his backpack, "hand me that bungee and hold this."

Bungee? IM STILL HOLDING IT!?? I shoved the thing into Peter's hands and grabbed his backpack.

And then we were somehow standing on the pipe. I don't—I don't UNDERSTAND???

Rolling rolling roLLING THATS A CLIFF—

Shit shit SHIT! The pipe rolled off the cliff and we were falling. Wind. Falling. Shit. I'm gonna be late for school. Falling. Shit.

And then blood. Thick blood. Rushing, pounding, swirling all around us and in my head and—mud. It's mud. Not blood, mud. I glanced over at Peter. "This 'Parker Luck'," I said, quoting the word, "doesn't happen to be bad luck, does it?"

Peter let out a dry laugh. "Sorry."

*insert theme song*

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*end opening theme*

I could feel my soul leaving my body. "Shiiiitttt..."

Peter laughed. "Don't worry! As my aunt always says, what doesn't kill you only makes you late for school!"

"How are we going to get there?! We've definitely missed the bus by now!"

"I remember the way!" Peter stood up and held out his hand for me. "This has happened before!"

"This? This exact thing? Has happened BEFORE!?"

Peter grabbed my wrist and pulled me along after him. "We can take a shortcut through the rock quarry!" He paused, slowing down. "Or not..."

Deep breath. "Is that the rock quarry?"

Peter stares over at the pit in the ground that is currently spitting hellfire into the sky.

Aaaaand that's where we are now.

"Heh... I guess we'll be taking the long way around."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock."

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(A/N)
Word Count: 1053
Written: November 29th, 2019

Uhh yeah so Milo Murphy's Law thing. If you've seen the show you'll know who's who and yeet skeet.

Hope you enjoyed. Obviously, I didn't make MML. That honor goes to Dan Povenmire and Jeff Marsh. Fantastic show btw.

Have a nice day and these MML videos

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^ Season 1, Episode 1 ^

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^ Theme song Takeover ^
(I love Doof)

Oop have a nice day!

(Edit - December 23rd, 2019)

Me, 10:00 at night: Fudge cakes it's Monday isn't it?
Me: *scrambles to wattpad, which I haven't checked yet today*
Me: *sees 18 notifs*
Me: *slowly backs away*

In other words, my apologies for updating so late in the day. ESPECIALLY after I said something about this chapter in the A/Ns

Uh quick question for y'all

Should I do a 'boy in the bubble' sonfic for Peter? I haven't seen it done yet but I think it would fit him? Idk give me your opinionss

Okay NOW have a nice day. Bai~