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1 : Aunt May.
May Parker knocked on the gymnasium doorframe, hand on her hip.
“Wh- may, what are you doing here?” Peter excused himself from the last-minute flashcards and scurried over to his aunt.
“Well someone seems to be having issues with getting back home in a timely manner. I’m here to pick you up, though I would like an explanation.”
Peter froze. He’d been going out as Spider-man after school, but it’s not like he could tell may that. And he was a terrible liar.
“We’ve been having more study-nights at Abe’s place since we have a competition coming up soon!” Peter could almost weep with relief at Cindy’s voice piping up, giving a (fairly solid) explanation.
“oh, Alright then. Make sure to let me known next time, Wouldn’t want your dinner getting cold again.”
2 : Injury.
“Flash, I need you to fight me.”
Flash lifted his head off the desk, giving Peter a tired squint.
“Penis, what the FUCK. I’m TIRED. WHY.”
“I got in a-” Peter paused to make his signature ‘thwip thwip’ hands before continuing. “-fight on the way to school, and there’s no way I’ll be able to play dodgeball today- I need to have a damn reason for that!”
Flash shoved himself off of his desk and stood up. “uhg, FINE, but I’m going to really fucking hit you, Parker.”
Peter gave a wearily grateful smile before standing up as well “fine by me.”
One trip to the nurse’s office later, and Peter was on the bleachers, laughing at his classmates and taking “moments before disaster” photos for MJ’S crisis book.
3 : Detention
Peter stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the sounds in the near-empty classroom.
‘tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock’
‘a breath in, a breath out. A breath in, a breath out. A breath in, a breath ou-‘
BANG!
Peter turned his head to the window, squinting at the pieces of rock falling onto the windowsill. Peter looked outside, seeing Flash pointing out to the city. Great, green goblin was causing chaos again.
Unfortunately, Peter had detention. So he would just have to wait until someone made an excuse for him to leave.
‘knock knock knock’
the door swung open, Mr. Harrington standing in the doorway.
“Hey, Mrs. Kellin. Mind if I borrow Peter for a bit?”
The English teacher looked up from her laptop, giving a hum and nod.
Peter jumped up, grabbing his bag and jogging out the classroom after Mr. Harrington.
“Oh my Thor, thanks Mr. Harrington!”
“Peter, more pressing things, go change and get going” the man says, patting Peter’s shoulder before the boy ducks into a bathroom.
4 : Field trip
The downtown library was so cool. It had so many books about everything!
Unfortunately, Parker luck strikes again and there’s a hostage situation a block away.
Peter pulls Ned towards the bathroom, changing and climbing out the window while Ned sets his laptop up.
Back in the main lounge, the class was sitting around with their books. Tour lady glanced around, looked again, head count.
“where did the other two boys go?”
The AcaDec team glanced between themselves, Abe speaking up.
“Peter had to go to the restroom”
5 : The Principal
“Peter, I simply cannot excuse this number of tardies and absences.”
Peter stared at the man, deer in headlights.
“Uhm, they should be excused, though.” Peter said, adding confusion to his tone.
The man looked equally confused, and Peter could tell he didn’t believe the story.
“Uh- Call Mr. Harrington, he should be able to clear it up”
“Alright then” Mr. Morita picked up his phone (ancient things, school phones were).
Peter could hear Mr. Harrington on the other side of it, but pretended to be listening raptly to whatever he should be able to hear from the principal.
“Ah, I see. Of course, Yes, that makes sense.”
The man put the phone down, looking at Peter again.
“It seems you are excused, Mr. Parker.”
Peter let out a relieved smile and sigh, standing up. “Thanks for letting me clear this up, Mr. Morita!” Peter says, rushing to get back to class.
+1 Kidnapping
Peter should really stop going on field trips.
The Academic Decathlon team was on a hiking trip, since they were focusing on nature science this fortnight.
And of course, because why the hell not, they stumbled across a HYDRA base, and were promptly kidnapped.
Peter shifted, eyes blinking open. A quick, subtle glance around told him that he was the only one awake (no surprise with his metabolism), and the Avengers were in opposite and separate cells. Great.
Peter waited until he saw one of the Avengers shift, Captain America, closing his eyes again and focusing on his other senses while waiting for everyone in his own cell to wake up. People were gradually waking up, the avengers and Mr. Harrington the fastest, as the doses were much more against all of the teenagers’ bodies. Peter could hear the teacher sigh wearily, the man really needs a break.
After a couple more acadec team members awoke, peter deemed it safe to ‘wake up’ himself.
Sitting up, Peter took a proper look around.
Flash, Abe, and Sally were awake. Tony Stark was awake, no armor. Steve Rogers was awake, Vibranium cuffs. Same with Bruce Banner. Natasha Romanov was awake, also cuffed, but with regular steel. Clint Barton was awake, no hearing aids. None had weapons or tools.
Reinforced metal and glass, nobody normal could break it. Fancy locks, cameras. Peter stared closer at them out of the corner of his eye and listened. No microphones.
The Avengers were already trying to talk to each other, so Peter listened in.
“-And there’s kids here, KIDS!”
“Tony, we’ll figure out how to get them out of here.”
“Clint, do you have your hearing aids?”
“…….”
“I’ll take that as a no, then.”
“This cell is to small for me to safely hulk out, guys.”
“Got it, probably best not to with the civilians here anyways.”
Peter glanced at the other team members waking up, helping shake some awake as he continued to survey and collect as much information as possible.
Once they were all awake, Flash spoke up, turning to Mr. Harrington and Peter, sitting right next to each other.
“So, any ideas?”
Rogers noticed the conscious children, yelling out an attempt to speak to them.
“HEY! ARE YOU GUYS ALRIGHT? ANY OF YOU HURT?”
It was quiet for most of them, of course, but peter relayed the words, giving a thumbs up, smile, and thumbs down.
“I could break through the glass or vent, though I’d want the cameras disabled. Ned, do you have your secret phone?”
“Yup!” Ned replied patting his jacket.
“Okay, that’s good. My web shooters were in my bag, but I don’t think they’d have gone through it.”
It didn’t matter either way if he had them, his natural webs worked fine, and they weren’t in a city, no need for them to dissolve.
Ned and a few others had made a little huddle, hiding under the guise of conversation as Ned pulled the phone out.
Peter glanced at the Avengers. He really didn’t want them to know who he was, but it was clear there wasn’t a high chance of them getting out.
The boy sighed, slipping his shoes off. It’s been a lifesaver since he started wearing aerial boots instead of socks.
Ned gave him a wave, and Peter waited for his spider-sense to tell him when it’s safe to act.
Buzz, buzz, quiet.
Peter kicked the door out, watching as the Avengers’ heads snapped over. It’s a good thing this room was soundproof. People couldn’t hear out- or in.
Peter made quick work of all the doors, signing a quick explanation at Barton before pulling his hair up into a short ponytail, slipping a crumpled disposable mask over his lower face.
Peter pressed his ear to the door, listening for the sound of heartbeats, breathing, or movement.
It sounded like 4 HYDRA agents in direct proximity to the door. Likely more close by.
Peter gave a nod to Mr. Harrington, who was standing at the front of the AcaDec team, gave a look to the Avengers, one of those “don’t even think about this, just follow along” looks, and kicked the door down.
It crashed against one of the men, knocking him out.
Lucky Peter.
Everyone jumped into action, Peter leaping around the room and bouncing off of walls as more HYDRA agents flowed in. The Avengers were doing well, of course, but Peter definitely had more of the element of surprise.
After clearing out the area, Peter jumped up to the ceiling, running on all fours along it to scout his way. The others followed suit, and soon enough Peter could hear the mechanical hum of different electronics. Hearing aids, armor, widow bites, guns, his web shooters, and the team’s electronics.
Peter shot off in the direction, quickly passing everything out before listening for the sounds of nature.
Door was to the left.
After peter finished webbing up all the entrances and guards he could find, he rejoined the others.
And the Avengers, who were very clearly so, so confused.
This was going to be a long day.