the dysfunctional thots [on hiatus]

2:45 PM JUNE 20TH 2019

MIDTOWN

After a long and slightly infuriating day (seriously, Flash couldn’t shut the fuck up), Peter finally heard the bell ring and practically jumped out his seat. Ned was out sick and he was stuck with MJ (that wasn’t bad though, obviously), Betty (Ned’s girlfriend but she cares for Peter too), and Flash (fuck). MJ took his wrist and dragged him outside. Betty followed close behind and, ironically, Flash did too.

“Penis, where’s your girlfriend taking you to? And why is Brant following?” Flash sneered.

Peter rolled his eyes in such a dramatic fashion that even MJ noticed.

“You don’t have to follow. Also, I don’t know. Fuck off.” Peter flipped Flash off (showed him the middle finger), but it didn’t have an effect. Flash kept on following.

When the kids got outside (technically they were at the back of the school since MJ did not want the Avengers to attract attention), MJ halted.

Nobody moved.

MJ took out her phone and dialed Steve’s number.

Steve’s number.

Wouldn’t this be great?

“Hey, where the fuck are you? We’re running low on time.” MJ whispered into the phone.

After a little bit, MJ groaned. She put the phone back into her pocket.

“Fucking hung up on me. Little bitch.”

Peter didn’t know why Flash followed them. It seemed to be once in a lifetime. Peter was expected to get beat up like he usually does (he has two badass girls with him though..) and to pretend to be weak.

Then, a large car approached the teens.

Then stepped out,

Steve.

Bucky.

Tony.

Clint.

Sam.

Rhodey.

Natasha.

Flash’s eyes widened and he ran up to them.

Steve noticed him first.

When Flash came up to him, he didn’t bat an eye or move a muscle.

MJ stood silently, not surprised.

Peter’s eyes widened, like usual.

Betty didn’t have any words, she just stood, watching the Avengers giving Flash the death stare.

Shit!