"bad" language (I spell it with different symbols if u were wondering) but nothing worse than a$$.

Peter was late to school as always. He ran through the classroom door just as the bell rang and the class laughed.

Now at this point, you'd probably assume they are laughing at Peter, when they are in fact laughing with him. Not everyone despises Peter like you've been led on to believe. Sure, he may not be the most popular person in school, but everyone in his Health class were also nerds.

So Peter smiled at the class who were cheering him on for a total of ten seconds before getting shushed by the teacher.

"Mr. Parker. I would love to know your excuse this time."

"I don't need an excuse Mrs. Asa." Peter high fives the rows of kids sitting on the isle as he passed them before finishing. "I'm not late."

Mrs. Asa grumbled, before turning to the white board where she instructed everyone to copy down the homework.

Now, before you continue reading assuming Mrs. Asa hates her students for literally no reason, I'm going to explain. See, Luthy Asa was never late to anything, ever since the day she skipped class. Why? Well, that was the period when her father was dieing in a hospital bed, but she was no where to be found to say goodbye.

Ever since that day, she developed an anxiety for tardiness, whether it was for herself or her students.

Now onto the Peter Parker situation.

See, you know that Peter is late to everything, and that bothers Luthy a lot. She doesn't hate Peter because of it though, she just tries to teach the important stuff early so he misses it, in an effort to get him to class on time.

Back to the story at hand.

Everyone was copying down their homework as Peter dished out fist bumps and high fives. He paused however, when he got to the back of the room and found a new guy in his seat.

"Uh, dude. That's my seat."

Peter looked at the kid who turned his head up from the spiral not book he was jotting down notes in. Peter was taken back, since the kid looked like Peter. Not like him, but like the other Peter he and Shuri had met (check out science buddies).

"Now I feel like you're the new kid," the brunette looked Peter square in the eyes, "there are no assigned seats."

"It's his seat!" Everyone else in the classroom, including Mrs. Asa, exclaimed.

The kid looked taken back.

"Whatever dude, find a different place to sit."

"Johnny, go find a different seat. Peter sits there for a reason," Mrs. Asa spoke.

"Fine."

The kid stood up, standing slightly taller than Peter and glared at him. He grabbed a red backpack that was once a much brighter red, but now diluted by dirt, and walked towards the front of the classroom. Peter took his seat, jotted down his homework in a spiderman-themed planner Tony bought him, and went into a vivid day dream.

He was just about to find out what the secret formula really was when Mrs. Asa snapped him out of his trance.

"Mr. Parker."

"Yes."

"Done daydreaming about your special someone?"

It was no secret that Peter was bi, the entire school knew. Just like everyone knew about a third of the school being pan, gay, bi or non-bionary. It was a unique experience that only Midtown could offer.

"Yes ma'm."

"Good. Now would you mind explaining to me how tumors are formed?"

Peter's hearing picked up on two snickers, one from Luka, the smart girl who sat in the front of the class, and the other from Johnny. He assumed the snicker from Luka was from knowing the joke that would form, and the one from Johnny would be about him getting 'busted'.

"Not at all. So it's basically a collection of dead cells that clump together to form a nice, firm ball in one's body. Infact, cancer cells grow the same way. Here, lemme quote this google search I memorized for literaly no reason." 

Peter coughed, and Luka stood up and rapped a red strip of cloth over Peter's eyes so he couldn't see, before holding up her phone with the result for How Tumors Form.

"It develops when cells in the body divide and grow at an excessive rate. dot dot dot. In the case of in bold tumors, dead cells remain and form a growth known as a in bold tumor. Cancer cells grow in the same manner. However, unlike the cells in benign in bold tumors, cancerous cells can invade nearby tissue and spread to other parts of the body. Should I continue with the rest of the article? It was quite fascinating really. Here, let me continue. So you click the link https://www.healthline.com/health/benign and that brings you to a page where it says, What Are Bengin Tumors? Then, it says-"

"Okay Peter, I think we get it."

"Alright Mrs. Asa."

Peter pulled off his blindfold to see the entire class with smirks on their faces except for Johnny. He was frowning a staring at Peter. He glanced around the teen before turning back to the front of the room.

This new kid was setting off alarms in Peter's head, not just because he's a jerk, but also because of his strange demenour. Peter shrugged it off, until Johnny appeared in his Shop class, and in his Spanish class. Not to mention his sudden appearence in PE, where the teen was stuck now.

"Oi!" Peter groaned and stopped his situps, turning to look at Flash.

"What do you want Flash?"

"Johnny says you were dissing him in your Health class this morning. Mrs. As$ was even on your side. I'm impressed really, I didn't think your walnut sized brain would be able to convince the stupidest teacher that you, Puny Parker, were actually a good kid! I mean, let's face it. You ditch the most popular kid in the entire school on Homecoming, not to mention the same day her dad turns out to be a physcopath, and then come walzing back into school the next day, ditching hald the school day! I bet you're parents scolded you when you got home. Oh wait! They had to kill themselves just to get away from you! So let's see who's left to scold you? Mom, dead. Dad, dead. Uncle, dead. The only person left spends most of her time away from you. I wonder how many people she's slept with just to spend a night away from you!"

"That's it Flash!" Peter jumped off the ground and stood face to face with Flash. Johnny was standing behind him, his face one of pain and anger. "I don't know who decided to make you think you can walk all over me 'cause I am sick of it alright! You can call me anything you'd like, I don't care, but the second you go disrespecting my family, that's where I draw the line."

Peter's face was red with anger, and Flash's was too. Peter felt Ned's hand on his shoulder and Peter turned around, letting Ned guide him back to his mat.

"What's the trouble over there boys?" Coach Wilson called from his position in the doorway of the boy's locker room. He had just left after finishing up the last batch of laundry.

"Nothing Sir!" Flash chirped like an angle. "Come on Johnny." The new kid followed after Flash as if in a daze. He didn't seem to notice that he began doing situps right next the Peter, who was angrily holding down Ned's feet as he struggled to do his situps.

"Please Flash, I'm not in the mood."

"I don't care," He hissed under his breath, "I hate that you are disrespecting me like this. It's quite rude frankly, considering I help protect you nerds from forgein threats."

Johnny, Peter and Ned all shared the same confused and skeptical looks, Johnny and Ned stopping their situps to look at Flash.

"What?" Peter questioned.

"You heard be right. I am part of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics division aka SHIELD."

Peter's face went pale, before a smirk passed over his lips. Ned soon started giggling, and then the duo burst into full on laughs. They were laying on the ground wheezing, followed with half of the class that had joined in for literally no reason. Flash's face was red, and soon turned redder when he realized Johnny was laughing too.

"What the |-|3ll! You are all laughing at some one who saves your lives when you don't even know they're in danger! I should just let you all die!"

No one stopped laughing, and the ones who were laughing early on were just having wheezing fits that weren't even laughs.

"I am practically a super hero!"

At this point, even Coach Wilson was chuckling in the corner.

"This is so not fair!"

Peter had recovered enough to reply to Flash's pouting.

"You know what isn't fair? Being told every day that you are worthless. Having one person constantly trying to convince you that you are stupid and pathetic, to the point that your own brain tells you to go and die. You know what else isn't fair? Having to spend everyday in misery and in constant fear, not knowing when everything could come crashing down around you."

"You know what isn't fair? Experiments gone wrong, ending the death of everyone you care about, and being tormented by everyone because you aren't good enough?" Peter turned to look at Johnny who was fumming at Flash. His brown eyes seemed to turn a reddish brown as he went on. "You know what isn't fair? Being forced to balance dozens of lives on your own, since everyone abandoned you. Being incapable of caring for yourself because you are a teenager who can't spend their few five minutes of down time a day getting pocket money. Ya you got it real bad."

"...Are you okay guys?"

A special thanks to @lunaspirit62 for the inspiration!

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