Marvel One-Shots and Imagines [Reader-Inserts]

You sat at the table, looking over the math homework that was in front of you. You weren't sure what you were doing. It was useless anyway; it wasn't like you were going to be a math major in college. You didn't even know if you were planning on going to college. That remained a mystery to you.All you needed to focus on at the moment was your S.H.I.E.L.D. training. Yet, you were still forced to go to school with the others. You hated it since you weren't the best at paying attention. Your mind liked to wonder when you were supposed to be paying attention.

You groaned, flopping your head down on the table as if it would help. Why couldn't you do this?! Everyone else seemed to be able to do this stuff except you. You wanted to take a break from this education that felt like it was frying your brain. You pushed the books away from you, your homework floating to the ground slowly. If only it could stay there and get ruined. Someone walked inside the room and bent down, picking it up. He looked it over, confused before he noticed you. 

"What's this?" Peter asked, walking over toward you.

"My math homework." You took the paper from him and sat back up. You slapped the paper onto the table, angry at it. You didn't want to do this anymore. You just wanted to drop out of this stupid math class. The teacher always seemed to pick on you because he knew that you didn't understand it. You hated him, but you never said anything to him. You just tried your best to give him a moderately good answer, though it was always wrong. It made you want to cry whenever you were in this class.

"Oh." Peter sat down beside you, resting her arms out in front of him. He stretched, trying to get the tension out from his shoulders. He had just finished training with Danny, which always gave him some trouble. Both of them were tired after. 

"I hate this. I want to burn it." You grip your hands into a fist, anger bubbling inside of you. You knew that you couldn't because you were still worried about your grades.  You hated to get bad grades, even though you weren't good at school. You tried your hardest, but it never seemed to work out in your favor. 

"Want help?" Peter offered. You gladly accepted the help. Peter always tried to help you whenever you didn't understand something.  He was a genius and you were envious of him. You loved him, he was one of your best friends. That still didn't mean that you weren't envious of him. You wished that your brain was like his. His brain was like a spider web that trapped any knowledge that may get trapped inside. Peter always told you that you were smart, but your memory wasn't the best. That was true, you knew it. Yet, when the grades you got were supposed to reflect you, your self-esteem couldn't help be low. 

"This is too stressful..." You groaned, resting your head on your arms. Everything was just too much for you. You felt small tears in the corner of your eyes as the stress began to get to you once again.

"Well, I think I can help with that."Peter offered, pulling pieces of paper out of his jacket.

"How?" You asked. 

"With this." He held the paper out to you so you could take it. Once you did, you slowly looked over the pieces of paper. They were small and the paper was thin. You held them close to your face before squealing in delight. They were tickets to see the new Star Wars movie.

"Peter~! How did you get these?" You almost jumped on him to give him a hug. He laughed and wrapped his own arms around you. 

"Don't worry about that. I need to keep some of my secrets to myself. Just you wait until the two of us go. We can get the best-buttered popcorn and put some candy in it." He looked down at you.

You felt tears in your eyes as you realized that Peter was worried about your stress level. He was trying to make your life better by doing simple things. You held onto him tighter as you quietly spoke.

"Thank you."