Peter Parker One Shots

MJ wishes people would just listen to her

Tadaaaaaaaa! I have like five drafts already done because instead of study I h for the five tests i had to take, I wrote. To be fair tho, I'm back in the stage of school where im so stressed my hair is falling out everywhere, so oh well. Also, because I can, Я сделано с все и каждый. That's all, thank you and have a good day.

Um, not super proofread, big apologies. This and the next shot Im gonna post shortly after this one were so fun to write! Thank you for the requests, @cbehrka!
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Peter was tired of field trips. He'd been on enough to last a lifetime, and pretty much all of them sucked. I mean, who likes getting bit by a radioactive spider on a field trip, or getting embarrassed by Flash in front of dressed up business people? In fact, Peter was so tired of field trips that he had written a whole ass essay (anonymously, of course) to the office, explaining why field trips should be killed and buried.

But noooooo, the office had just thrown the letter away. So now, here Peter is, on the same generic, yellow bus that he'd gotten on for all of his field trips, watching the trees go by out the window. 

The trip was a surprise for the students in his science class, and while the parents knew where they were going, none of the kids had a clue. Peter, of course, knew they would either end up at Stark Industries or somewhere else where he would be embarrassed and...Flash would be yelled at. He sat up a little straighter in his seat, now looking forward to a show.

He slumped back down in his seat when he saw the building they were driving up to.

Kill me now.

He never thought he would, but right then, Peter decided he would rather be dropped in a lake again rather than go in the new museum that Queens had set up for alien artifacts. Turned out they had a lot of material to display. God, if Ned hadn’t been out with family, he would have been jumping all over the bus by now. MJ, who was here, was rolling her eyes and taking out her phone, opening it to some sort of social media where a debate was happening.

Peter sighed, sliding down in his seat. Maybe, he thought, if I get under the seats, they’ll go in without me.

MJ elbowed him, moving her head in a get up motion. He sighed and righted himself, mumbling under his breath about how he wasn’t going to listen to MJ anymore.

The bus pulled to a stop, and the teacher stood up, smiling at the class. Peter usually loved Mr. Harrington, but right now, Mr. Harrignton was victim to one of the best death glares he had ever seen. Harrington took a deep breath before speaking.

“Alright class! Now, I doubt I have to go over the field trip rules, but I’ll summarize them anyways. Don’t be demons, no touchie-touchie, and someone needs to put on deodorant. I know you think you don’t need it, but you do. Alright, everyone ready? Let’s go!”

The class shuffled off the bus, Peter only getting out of his seat when everyone was off and Mr. Harrington threatened to drag him off if he had to.

Once outside, he was lined up with the rest of the ‘heathens’ in his class and pushed in the doors. Everyone's heads were suddenly swiveling around, taking in the whole room. 

Peter only had to look at one up front exhibit, a chitauri weapon that he was very familiar with, to feel sick. He stared at his feet, determined to keep his stomach and brain in line. It couldn’t be that hard, he reasoned. After all, the field trip was just for an hour, hour and a half. He’d be fiiiiiine.