School
It was a normal day for Peter really. He had gone to all of his morning classes, got homework from all of them (great...), and was now headed to lunch with Ned.
It was a normal day when he sat down with his gray lunch tray and his heavy backpack made a thud on the dirty cafeteria floor next to Ned’s.
It was a normal day when MJ joined them, they all ate and talked about their weekend plans (Peter and Ned were going to build Ned’s new LEGO Death Star! Yay!).
It was a normal day as the trio watched Flash and his friends be there usual selves and bump into kids making them almost drop their lunch trays.
It was a normal day. Really, it was.
Until it wasn’t.
Peter instantly dropped his fork as the back of his neck started tingling, his spidey-sense alerting him of danger.
Ned and MJ didn’t seem to notice Peter suddenly tense up though, as they continued on with their conversation.
Peter couldn’t hear what they were saying though.
It was all a blur.
All he could focus on was how all of the hairs on his arms stood up. How the tingling-now pounding in his head sounded like thunder. How he felt deep fear coursing throughout him.
Something was going to happen. Something bad.
“-ter? Earth to Peter?” Ned looked at Peter with a raised eyebrow.
“Peter what’s wrong with you man? You were totally out of it. MJ and I were wondering if y-“
Before Ned could finish, Peter raised his hand to his face, mouthing a quick “shh”.
MJ spoke next.
“Peter, what the he-“
Peter raised his eyebrows in urgency, silently begging her to be quiet.
They sat for a minute in silence.
MJ looked to Ned and looked very confused. Ned shrugged and made the same face.
At the same time, Peter desperately listened with his heightened senses for any information about the danger he was feeling. His eyes darted across the room looking for something, anything.
A moment later, he heard it. A distinct whoosh sound. The sound of something being fired.
If it had been a moment earlier, Peter would’ve caught the dart in time before it hit his neck.
What a difference a moment can make.
MJs POV
I took my tray of spaghetti to my usual spot in the cafeteria. Peter and Ned were already there.
“Hey guys.” I said as I sat across from Peter.
“Hey.” Ned replied before taking a bite of his garlic bread.
“We should totally do something this weekend. Maybe like a movie marathon or something.”
“Ooh, like a Star Wars movie marathon!!” Peter said excitedly.
“Losers.” I muttered.
“Hey!” Ned replied. You hang out with us, so that means if we’re losers you are too!”
“Whatever.” I laughed.
We continued our conversation until we noticed that Peter sat with his untouched tray staring wide-eyed into space.
“Peter?” I asked quietly. I snapped my fingers in front of his face.
He didn’t even flinch.
“Peter, hey Earth to Peter!” Ned said pretty loudly, earning us strange glances from the table on our right.
Finally, Peter looked up and raised an eyebrows as if to say, “what I’m fine.”
“What’s wrong with you man, you were completely out of it. MJ and I were wondering if y-“
And before Ned could finish, Peter shushed us.
“What the he-“ I asked but I stopped when I saw Peter’s face. His entire body was tense, and his chocolate brown eyes darted all around the room.
He looked terrified.
I looked to Ned, but he looked just as confused as I did.
When I looked back to Peter, I was terrified, but it wasn’t the face that Peter was making, no. It was what’s behind Peter that scared me.
A figure dressed in all black stood at the entrance of the cafeteria directly behind Peter.
The figure was tall and muscular.
On the front of it’s eerie black coat was a strange looking octopus. (an: oh yes, we all definitely recognize that octopus *enters evil laugh*)
And suddenly within a moment of seeing the man, Peter’s once tense body violently slammed into the table, sending his full tray flying across the room, and his limp body fell to the hard an unforgiving floor.
I heard a loud screaming noise. It took me a moment to realize that it was coming from me.
Peter- her Peter (in like a friend way)- her dorky Peter- her Star Wars loving, lego loving, loser Peter was now unconscious on the floor with a black dart the size of her thumb sticking out of his neck.
And to make matters worse (an: oh you’ll see it’ll get soo much worse) the creepy dark figure was advancing forward. Quickly. Straight towards an unconscious Peter Parker.