“...and that is how to calculate the normal component of the force. Mr Parker, if the window is so interesting to you, I'll assume you’ll be able to answer question 16 of the textbook?” Mr Harrington was saying.
“Yes,” Peter said, reading the question quickly.
It was supposed to be a completely normal day, but his entire spine was tingling, and his spidey sense was going haywire
“In this case” he begun “We only have the speed at which the body is moving, so by derivating through time…” his senses screamed ‘DUCK’
He bent down, immediately after there was the sound of a window breaking and someone screaming.
“I’ll finish answering from here if you don’t mind,” Peter raised his voice to say. With one hand he moved Droney to tranquilize whatever idiot was trying to kill him today, and he kept answering the question.
“So, basically, deriving through time we’ll be able to see how the curve is moving, and by taking an estimated guess, we’re able to find out when the time of velocity equals zero is” he said, and Droney took off. Some of his classmates saw it, as he had it jump through the window, but otherwise his plan went perfectly: the drone shot a web and went to the roof in front of his school. Through the drone camera he saw none other than Clint ready to shoot him with a bow and arrow. A vacant expression on his face.
“Of course unless there’s an inflection point, in that case” Droney shot a tranquilizer at Clint, and the man went down like a sack of potatoes. Peter smiled and got up, sitting back down on his chair: the arrow Clint had shot him was ledged on the wall right near his head
“..We’re supposed to derive a second time to see if and which is the inflection of the curve”
His sense screamed something at him again and Peter tensed.
Daredevil burst through the door, and for a second no one talked. Peter relaxed slightly: this was Matt, he was okay.
“D, thank god you’re here! Clint just tried to shoot me…” Peter trailed off, noticing the same hollow expression on Matt that he had noticed on Clint. Matt seemed to be listening to him, so Peter sighed
“You’re going to try to kill me too, aren’t you?” he asked, rhetorically.
In that moment Matt jumped forward, and Peter slid under one of his classmates’ desks, breaking one of the legs while doing so.
The clang of one of Matt’s batons on said desk confirmed to him that something was off: DD would never fuck up a throw, not if he was in prime fighting shape.
Peter broke another leg of a neighboring desk, and stood back up
“Let’s finish this quickly, alright? I have a physics lesson to listen to” Peter’s makeshift batons and Matt’s sophisticated ones met in the middle with a clank.
His classmates flinched back
“He’s not after you, he’s after me, so sit down and don’t run. If you have to run I’ll yell at you. Pretend it’s a school shooting!” Peter said to his classmates, all while fighting against Matt.
They matched each other blow for blow, courtesy of many hours spent training together. But Peter knew he couldn’t do this forever, and he hoped that, if Matt was still in there somehow he’d forgive him.
He jumped on the wall and used one of the lag-desk/batons, to kick him on the temple.
Matt passed out immediately, and his senses quietened.
No one said anything: there was an arrow in the wall, a Defender passed out on the ground, and Peter Parker still perched on the wall, makeshift batons in hand.
“So the answer is 37 miles per hour squared of acceleration?” He said, with an embarrassed expression.
Mr Harrington and the whole class stared at him.
Peter knew Mr Harrington was telling him something, but Peter’s senses flashed again
“Mr Harrington call for a school shooting alert” he said
“Mr Parker, I can’t do that, I need proof that…” Peter jumped away from the wall, using his webs to carry away Matt and several of his classmates from the wall.
Which imploded.
Only a glowing fist where Peter was supposed to be
“Danny, Danny let’s talk about this” Peter was saying
“Ned grab a chair, and block all calls to the police.” he whispered to his friend, then he shot a web to his backpack and grabbed his earpiece and his holo-bracelet, a gift from Tony
“Danny, you’re the human embodiment of a golden retriever I don’t want to hurt you” Peter was saying, but Danny jumped through the wall and tried to strike him. Peter just tipped a desk in between them, and the desk broke.
Peter made eye contact with Mr Harrington
“That’s when you denounce a school shooting situation, sir” Peter said, and the poor man nodded frantically.
“Ok dude, I’m ready” Ned was saying in the earpiece.
“Block all calls to the police, and any post on social media. My physics class already knows I’m Spidey. I can't have the rest of the world too, Ned” he said, breaking a chair on Danny’s fist. Which gave him an idea.
“Don’t get out of here, I’ll do my best to help. If I die, don’t run, hide. These are Vigilantes, not avengers. You’ll be safe. '' Then he took a chair and jumped through the hole in the wall, sticking to the ceiling.
When Danny followed him he slammed the chair on Danny’s head, and webbed him to the ground. He shot a couple of webs to pin Matt too, just for good measure.
“Okay, this is very freaky,” Peter said, looking at his class.
Then his senses flared up again, and he turned around in time to see Jessica Jones about to spartan kick him. There wasn’t time to dodge, so he could only say “Oh fuck” and he went flying.
Jessica has always been strong, and Peter, due to the spider bite, has always been very light. This combination of things cause him to go flying straight into the gym doors, at the end of the hallway.
He coughed once “Son of a bitch” he said from the ground.
“Ned, I need five canisters of that stuff to make superhumans pass out, how do I do that?” he asked, and Ned answered in the earpiece
“MJ has chemistry we can ask her to make some”
“That’s a great idea, let’s do that” Peter was saying.
The class which had gym was looking at him like he was a madman. Considering that there was a school shooting alert, they probably thought he was the shooter.
Before he had the chance to reassure them or think of a funny quip, his senses warned him. But there was no one around which left only one possibility
“Shit, Hi Sue!” he said, dodging a punch from her, retaliating with a punch of his own. He aimed at her chest, so she took it and went flying against the wall. He webbed her there to ensure she didn’t fall. A second later she shimmered back into existence.
Despite his classmates’ gasps of surprise, he instinctively turned around and shot a web to the floor, pinning Mr Fantastic’s feet to the ground.
“Hey Reed” he sighed tiredly “Can we not do this, please?” he asked, but Reed didn’t listen, and he elongated his body towards Peter.
Peter sighed again, and started to run towards the swedish square
“Mr Parker, Don’t” was saying coach Wilson. Peter jumped to the third square, and looked at him
“I know I pretend to be shit in PE, sir. But I’m quite obviously Spiderman, and I reckon I’m good at what I do”
Reed tried to follow Peter but he just jumped through the square underneath it. Then begun a game of “How can Peter knot Reed to the Swedish Square, without dying”
“See Reed, this is why you don’t even remember the 600th digit of pi!” Peter said. It was meant to be an insult, or a sarcastic comment. But Reed stopped nonetheless.
Peter webbed him to the Square and smiled
“Well that was an interesting reaction” he said, still unnaturally hanging from the wooden structure.
His Tingle yelled, and Peter webbed the far door of the gym shut. A second later they rattled, and Peter whispered
“Fuck”
Reed in the brief time Peter was distracted had apparently gotten to the 600th digit of pi, and was ready to attack him again, but Peter knew what to do this time:
“Come oon Reeeeeed! He said in a sing song voice, while jumping from one square to another
“Do you know my webs’ chemical composition?” Peter asked and Reed stilled: that’s when Peter made his move: he webbed Reed’s elongated body in several spots, to ensure that in no way shape or form he could get out.
Peter jumped down from the contraption with a victorious “Yes!”
Unfortunately without a moment to catch his breath, Jessica made her entrance from the same doors she kicked him through.
This time around Peter was ready
“Jess, we said we didn’t want to know who’s the strongest between us, come on” Peter said, while dodging a punch which would surely have knocked him out cold.
“Jess, come on” she tried to punch him in the gut, but he caught her fist “You’re being mind-controlled, Jess” she hesitated “Yes, yes, just like with Killgrave, you’re not yourself. We’re friends Jessica, I know you don’t want to hurt me” he said, and silently let some web fluid come out of the shooters and into his hands.
Like he had predicted, Jessica wasn’t distracted for long, but he had the time to glue her fist with his webs: he then moved her arm, with almost as much strength he had used to lift that warehouse off his back. He webbed her arm to her back, then kicked her in the backside, which made her fall on her head, and pass out.
“This is Really not a good day” Peter complained
“Could be worse” said Ned in his earpiece
“Like what? And is MJ done with the canisters?”
“You could have english lit. and she’s almost done” answered Ned
“Parker what the shit is going on?” Flash finally asked, only to be startled by the doors at the other side of the gym to implode in
Peter waited the next attacker exactly where he was
“The defenders and the Fantastic Four have been mind controlled, and they’re attacking me. I need to get to incapacitate them, then I’ll leave I don’t want them hurting anyone” he said answering to Flash
“Yes, but why…” and whatever Flash was going to say was drowned out by the sound of The Thing running against Peter.
But Peter to the astonishment of his classmates didn’t move, ot until the last second when he flipped over the Thing, and avoided the blow.
Peter himself only had few precious seconds when he realized he fucked up: some members of both the New York vigilantes and of the fantastic four weren’t accounted for. One in particular.
Peter only had the time to stand up when a sniper gun was heard through the school. The bullet’s trajectory going straight for Peter’s head. But he stood up, so it lodged itself in his thigh.
“Did you just get shot?” Ned was asking him in his earpiece
“FUCK” Peter screamed in pain. His senses flared up again, and he shot a web at the Punisher who was perched up on one of the gym’s nooks.
He simultaneously propelled himself upwards and pulled the punisher down. A fall which left the ex-military without breath nor consciousness.
“Son of a bitch” Peter said. He didn’t spit at the older man, but it was a close thing.
“Your leg…” was saying Cindy
“Gee, Cindy I hadn’t noticed” Peter said, sarcastically, watching as both Luke Cage and Ben Grimm were advancing towards him.
“Alright I’m going to need those canisters now Ned”
“Mrs Warren won’t let MJ get out!” the boy answered, his tone slightly panicked
“Then we’re going to her. Come on big guys!” Peter said, shooting a web to the ceiling and using it to swing.
“Let’s find out if I survive the brute strength of both teams” he used the momentum to kick Luke in the face. With both feet.
“Come on you both!” he said, and swung towards the chemistry classroom , trying not to think of the blood coming out of his thighs.
The journey to the classroom had never felt so long.
When he finally crashed through the door, he felt like he could sleep forever.
He barreled in and asked “Please tell me you have them!” he said, and MJ smirked and nodded from where she had been obviously arguing with Mrs Warren.
She tossed him the canisters, and Peter immediately stabbed one with a pen that was on the desk near him, and he tossed it seemingly at no one.
That was when Ben walked through the door, and Peter webbed the canister to his face. After a couple of steps the Thing passed out on the floor.
There was silence for a couple of seconds, and Mrs Warren seemed to have had enough
“Mr Parker, what exactly is going on?” But before she could finish the sentence, Peter repeated the steps from earlier, and made Luke Cage pass out right on top of Ben.
“The Defenders and the Fantastic Four are trying to kill me for some reason” he said, propping himself onto a table, and ripping his pant leg open, trying to get a look at the bullet wound. The bullet was still inside, and Peter knew he’d have to dig it out.
“You need a hand with that?” asked MJ, trying so seem nonchalant, but at the same time obviously worried.
“No it’s okay, I’m fine, this is fine” Peter said. His claim was immediately refuted when he grunted in pain: the bullet had, luckily stayed in one piece, and Peter dug it out pretty easily, shooting webs inside of the wound itself to keep it from bleeding out. The webs would dissolve in a couple of hours, and his body would have begun the process of healing, so he’d be fine.
“Alright what happened then?” MJ was asking, handing him a bottle of gatorade
“Thanks, and I don’t know! Clint shot at me in the middle of physics, Matt attacked me, then Danny did. The whole Vigilantes and Fantastic Four are attacking me, and I don’t understand why! None of them will even talk to me, or explain anything. They’re also all off their game. Matt bounced a baton on the desk, which I have never seen him do because it messes with his earing. It’s all so much. Too much. I haven’t fought this many superheroes since Germany”
MJ was running a soothing hand on his back
“It’ll be okay, tiger. You got this, deep breaths and a lot of courage”
Peter smiled at her “Thanks em” she smiled back
“I swear if you two don’t get together soon I’m going to fucking flip” Ned said in the earpiece.
Peter snorted “I’ll let you know as soon as I do…that…” he trailed off
His senses flared up all of a sudden, and he knew he had to protect his classmates, MJ especially
“MJ, duck now” he whispered, and the girl, thankfully listened, because an electric bolt shot towards her. Peter flipped one of the desks in the way of the bolt, but the goddamn desk broke.
“That was a Widow Bite” Peter muttered in astonishment.
His brain was working overtime, and he felt like crying. “The Avengers are coming. And they will try to kill me” he said in the most dejected tone anyone had ever hear from him
Black Widow herself walked through the doors.
Peter didn’t even stand up
“Tasha, Yelena is dead” he said, knowing full well that she wasn’t and that it would give him precious time.
Natasha, arms raised in attack position, stilled in her tracks
“She’s not, don’t worry” Peter explained, before using a web to slam her on the wall, and then keeping her in place.
After a generous amount of webbing, he felt like the widow was secure enough, he spoke to Ned
“Dude, I know you heard me, and I need to ask you something we promised we wouldn’t do again” Peter told hi Guy in the Chair
“Peter no”
“You need to hack the Iron Man suit. Again. I’m sorry, but Tony’s the only one I can’t defeat on my own, he has too much firepower, please”
“Tony said he’d sue me if I did it again”
“I know what he said, but when they all go back to normal, and They will, what will he say when he learns you let his brainwashed self kill me? Because I won’t hurt him. I refuse. He’s my…doesn’t matter. Point is, he will try to kill me and I will let him, Ned I can’t fight him. Or Rhodey. Please” Peter waited for Ned in baited breath until his friend sighed
“Alright fine. I’m going to hack Tony Stark again”
“Thanks Ned, you’re the best”
“Yeah, yeah. Think of the other avengers”
“But you forget, my dear Ned that I beat them once before, I can do it again. Plus now I know their routines because I trained with them”
“And what is it?” asked Betty from the back of the classroom
“Well. Spies first” he said pointing at Natasha “They get the target, bring them to a bigger space. There Falcon with Red Wing disorient them. I’d usually be in this spot too. Then we have the big guns. And I mean physically speaking. So in order Bucky, Hulk and Cap. Usually the last hit is given by Tony, who disables any tech, and shoots targets if necessary. Now if there is some worse threat Wanda is usually there with Mr Stark to incapacitate the target on a mental level. That is probably not the order in which I’ll defeat all of them, but I should go the nearest open space to at least get Sammy dearest out of the way” he explained to his classmate. Everyone stared at him with wide eyes, and shocked expressions.
He sighed and stood up “I’m going to go. Don’t touch Black Widow, she might get free, so please don’t give her reasons to attack you. If she asks where I went point her to the gym. Bye”
Peter then hurriedly made his way back to the gym, knowing that he had to disable both Sam and Bucky as soon as possible, because he would never be able to take on cap and the winter soldier together.
When he got back into the gym all his classmates were cowering in a corner while Jessica thrashed on the ground, yelling and cursing.
Peter hit her in the head to make her pass out.
“And now we wait” he said with a sigh
“Wait for what?” Flash asked, vaguely terrified.
Suddenly the sound of electricity filled his ears. “That” he said, pointing to the open gym window.
“Ned what’s the progress with the suits?” Peter asked, as he shot a web to break Red Wing. he’d have to remake it. Again.
“Friday’s helping me. Tony isn’t talking, like at all, but he’s using all other commands correctly, so Friday agrees with me that something’s wrong, but she also can’t go against his direct orders. So I’m hacking friday with her help. I’m almost in, i just need a couple of passwords and I’ve got it” Ned answered, and Peter looked up to the sky, partially praying that everything’d be alright.
Falcon and the Winter soldier were suddenly on his radar, and he attacked both of them at the same time: he shot two webs at them and then smashed them together.
“This feels like a deja vu” Peter said, making his way towards them.
“I thought you two had had enough in Germany” he said, webbing Sam to the ground, as secure as he could.
Bucky had gotten up, and tried to punch him with his vibranium arm.
Peter blocked him with one hand and said “I always say this, but this arm is so cool” then Peter headbutted Bucky, and the White Wolf was suddenly passed out on the ground.
His classmates were looking at him in terror.
“What? It’s not the first time I’ve done this!” Peter exclaimed.
Then Ned’s voice spoke up in his ear “Incoming!”
Peter sighed heavily “Please tell me it’s Cap. Please tell me it’s cap” he told his friend
“Yeah it’s cap. I almost got to tony, I disabled all rockets and any other possible offence. But we managed to fully stop Rhodey.”
“Ok, great. Tell me when you manage to fully stop Mr Stark. I’m going to deal with Cap as soon as he gets here”
“Parker why the fuck would you rather fight Captain America than Iron Man?” Charles asked “Because this is the most fucked up version of would you rather that I’ve ever played.”
Peter laughed bitterly, the pain in his leg suddenly spiking back up “Because Captain America, without Steve’s brains is just a pack of muscle, which is something I can deal with”
“Parker stop shitting yourself, you can’t win against Captain America!” Flash screeched.
Peter’s Tingle warned him, and Peter acted without thinking: he took the ring out of the tranquilizing canister, and threw it blindly behind his back.
It hit Scarlet Witch right in the face, and she inhaled enough that she passed out
“Dude, come on! Just because he managed to trick me once it doesn’t mean he will manage to again! Have a little faith in me! Plus last time I honestly didn’t know my strength and I tell you I definitively could have thrown that airplane off my back”
Flesh let out a strangled “What?”
“And now they’re obviously under some type of spell, which means that they’re not in their right mind…wait a spell!” Peter exclaimed, he had an eureka moment, and he was extremely happy about it “Ned! Contact Strange! Tell him what’s happening. This has all the characteristics of a magic…something. Either that or it’s alien, but I don’t want to call Fury just yet”
And before anyone could answer Peter had to duck out of the precise trajectory of the shield.
“Hi cap” Peter said.
The man had walked in from the changing room entrance.
Peter felt the whistle of the magnets recalling the shield back to Steve.
So he jumped and shot a web at it. Using its own strength, Peter twisted on himself, and gave it a rotational movement, then he used the flat part of the shield to smash Captain America in the face.
The man went down like a sack of potatoes.
“Bye cap” Peter finished.
Of course it wasn’t over, because Peter could hear the sound of Tony’s repulsors coming from outside, but mostly he could hear the ragged breath of someone with stage four cancer.
Peter looked around the gym frantically
“Fuck!” he cursed, and the teacher didn’t really have the heart to chastise him.
When Deadpool ran at him from the bleachers, Peter cut his head clean off with Captain America’s shield.
No one said anything.
Only Ned in his earpiece was calling out to him
“I just beheaded Deadpool” Peter said, shocked at his own reactions.
Without thinking really he went to Wade, and reconnected his head and his body. He’d have a killer neck pain, but he’d be alright.
“YOU JUST KILLED SOMEONE!!” Sally screamed, and Peter shook his head, trying to placate his classmates
“No I didn’t!”
“Parker you cut his head off”
“Yeah but it’s Wade! He’ll stitch himself up”
“Mr Parker this is not a videogame” Peter was about to defend himself against his teacher’s accusatory words, when the roof suddenly had a new sun window, thanks to Iron Man’s spectacular entrance.
But Peter was tired. He had gotten shot, he had been outed as spiderman, ha had to kill one of his dearest friends. Sure he’d come back, but he would never forget the way his neck separated from his head
“Mr Stark” Peter said, begging his mentor to hear him “Mr Stark, please I can’t…”
Friday’s mechanical voice spoke then “Rockets, armed”
“Mr Stark please snap out of it” Peter begged, because he’d been in this situation once before, and it had been Tony himself that protected him. But now it was Tony pointing a suit at him. And now what?
“Mr Stark I won’t fight you” Peter said, honestly “you’re….” he hesitated. He had never wanted to say it, but if he was going to die today he wanted Tony to know “You’re like a dad to me, Tony” Peter said
“Please Mr Stark, don’t make me”
Then Friday said “Rockets Deployed”
And Peter braced himself for an impact that never came.
Because Ned had disabled all offensive measures, so Peter was never in any real danger, not from Tony.
Peter webbed his father figure to the ground.
“So where are on that disabling Iron Man, ned?”
“Almost done”
“Dude you’ve been almost done for forty minutes”
“Baby boy?” Wade moaned, and Peter felt like he could cry of relief
“WADE!” he screamed, running towards his friend
“What happened? Why am I webbed up? And why does my neck hurt?”
“I’m sorry Wade, I’m so so so sorry! I had to decapitate you, it was the quickest way to take you out, I’m so fucking sorry”
“Oh don’t worry about that, I always come back. Mostly I don’t know what happened, because I was with Dopinder, right? And then there was a flash of light, and now I don’t have any chimichangas”
At that Peter burst out laughing. Because of course. Of course Wade would manage to make him laugh, even in this situation. He was his usual dumb self, and that was the biggest gift he could give to Peter.
Then a very distinctive sound took Peter’s attention
“Everything alright baby boy?” Wade asked
“No. that’s the human torch” he said, just before Johnny storm flew through the roof
He immediately yelled “I NEED TO TALK TO…” then he seemed to take in the scene around him: The Winter soldier, The Falcon, Captain America, Iron Man The Punisher, Jessica Jones and Deadpool were all webbed to the ground. Sue Storm was webbed to a wall while Reed Richards was tangled in a Swedish Square
“What the fuck, Spidey?”
Peter laughed again, and then shot him with a little web ball
“Hello to you too. Do you happen to know why I’ve been attacked by the defenders, the avengers and three fourths of the fantastic four?”
“And me!” came from Wade, so peter amended
“And Deadpool”
Johnny seemed at a loss for words “I…”
Peter sighed and heavily sat down
“If you want to fight me too, would you mind avoiding the leg? Frank shot me, and it’s not feeling good”
“You’re…You’re the biggest threat?”Johnny asked, and Peter rolled his eyes so hard that he was afraid they’d get stuck
“I don’t know what you’re talking about”
“Yesterday we went to Kamar Taj”
“I knew it was sorcerer shit!” Peter cheered
“Yeah well. What happened is that some idiot opened a cage thing that was supposed to hold a powerful entity. And this thing dominates over the planets by invading the first 20 most powerful life forms on the planet, and then destroying all the other ones. In rising order.”
Peter looked at Johnny with an eyebrow raised “So I’m the most powerful one after all of them?”
Johnny nodded “Or at least they consider you to be”
“Great! Ned tell me that you managed to contact Dr Strange”
While Johnny asked “Who’s Ned?”
Ned was already telling him that yes he had, and he’d be here soon.
“Ok great! I’m going to pass out now, so tell my dad I’m fine” Peter said, and the human torch went up in flames in his panic
“SHIT! Spidey?!”
And that was the last thing Peter knew before he passed out.
The next time Peter opened his eyes he was in the med bay.
May was sleeping in a chair next to him, while Tony was drinking a cup of coffee
“Mr Stark?” he asked
“Hey kid” Tony said, more tender than Peter ever remembered him being
“What happened?” Peter asked, and Tony cupped his cheeks with his hands
“You won kid. You fought three teams of superheroes and won. All on your own”
Peter, who was still a little out of it, grunted
“Your classmates knew who you are, but the Wizard fixed it. I don’t know how, but no one will remember what happened. They will only have a vague feeling. They said that they fucked up, so they’d fix it”
Peter nodded “i’m tired, dad”
And it may have been the medicines, but it looked like Tony had tears in his eyes “Then sleep. We’ll be here when you wake up”