this is the skin of a killer bella
Being part human part arachnid was something Peter had gotten used to. He learned to live with the in as even at buzz of his spidey sense and blessed his super hearing when someone walk spilling tea and he just had to know.
That being said, it seemed that his steadily growing mutation loved to throw curveballs around him every once in a while. Totally fun and not stressful. Yippee for spider DNA!
He had been having these weird toothaches for days, but he also ate and drank a readable amount of sugar and forget to floss 9 times out of 10, so he was probably just gonna get scolded by his dentist for cavities or something. Of course, when he informed Bed of this fact, he immediately jumped to spider-related conclusions.
“Dude what if your growing fangs - or your spit becomes like, venomous! That would be so totally awesome! Maybe we should put some in a vat and test it!” Peter had damn near fell out of his chair at the other’s antics, frantically shushing him and glancing a round to see an amused MJ in the corner smirking with her sketchbook in hand.
Peter had never listened to Ned’s random and weird theories before, especially those regarding him and eggs for some god awful reason, so he hadn’t paid this any mind. It was a toothache. Totally normal and totally fixable.
And on Thursday when the ache had stopped, he didn’t pay it any mind either and went on about his day happily.
He had actually remembered to complete some missing History assignments, and successfully went to bed early and woke up without being in a frenzy of lateness. So yea, pretty good day if you asked him. It was only a huge plus he was going to the labs today too, having not seen Mr. Stark in a week after he got flown out to D.C for some “political bullshit - don’t worry that little brain of yours about kid. I’ll be back before you know it.” In Mr. Starks words, not his - he actually thought politics were very important.
The moment he sat down in Period 6 - Mr. Harrington a class, he was impatiently anticipating the ring of the bell. The class went by in a flash of catching up on homework, until finally the bell rung and he practically bolted out of the room, giving Ned a quick goodbye and promising to call him later in the night.
He practically spindled towards Happy’s car and jumped inside, pushing his backpack onto the floor and greeting the man who idly nodded in turn.
He pulled out his homework and continued working as he chattered on about his day, scribbling down equations and quickly plugging things into his calculator. “And Mrs. Cartelli was totally death glaring me the whole time - she absolutely hates my guts after I scratched her floor with my heelys even though I got down on my knees and scrubbed at it for like 10 minutes. It’s okay though, because she’s been pregnant for like a year now and she’ll go on leave and hopefully forget about that -“
“Peter! It’s great that you think I care about Mrs. Cartelli this much but we’ve been sitting out front for 10 minutes and Tony will have my head if you’re late. Chop chop, let’s go.” He quickly stumbled out and said goodbye, finally stepping into the tower and passing through security with a breeze.
He felt like he was going to explode standing in the elevator as it zoomed up, rolling on his heels as he anticipated lab day. Finally, it dinged and he steeped out, glancing around.
“Oh hey Mr. Stark! It’s so good to see you again - I know it’s only been a. week but literally so much has happened and I need to tell you all about it-“ Tony turned to him with a grin, which was quickly replaced with a look of shock. “…Mr. Stark? What’s up?”
“Kid, I was gone a week and you grew goddamn FANGS! What. the. fuck!?” Tony leaned into his face, raring at his teeth as Peter stood in shock trying to decide whether this was a badly labeled joke of some sort.
“Uhhh Mr. Stark I do not have fangs - I think I’d know if I did dude?” Peter stood, still dumbfounded as Tony grabbed a piece of scrap metal off his desk and shoved it into Peter face.
“HOLY SHIT - NED WAS RIGHT I DID GROW FANGS OH FUCK WHATDOIDO-“ He dropped his backpack, immediately putting his hands onto his head and consecutively freaking out. “Underoos let’s just… calm down alright? I’m sure we can figure this out. I call ol’ Brucey up and we can figure this out, maybe predict any more spider-ey features that may pop up in the future. Sound good?”
“I get to meet Bruce Banner…?”
Being a genetically modified part human part spider vigilante apparently does pay off, especially since he gets to meet his childhood science hero - no offense, Mr. Stark - IronMan was his favorite SUPER hero.
And, even more so, he got to make a bunch of cryptic ass twilight references after learning that Mr. Stark hadn’t ever seen them, and thus had zero do the context that made Peter’s references so much better.
(“You’re telling me you’ve never even seen the masterpiece that created ‘Bella, where have you located?!”)