Peter Parker One-Shots & Drabbles

Imagine being stuck in detention with Peter Parker

Black girls are the purest form of art. These were the words written on your t-shirt that you proudly wore to school today. Unfortunately, it had attracted some unwanted attention from a white female classmate who found your shirt offensive and decided to voice their unsolicited opinion to you. And how did you respond?

"Okay, I mean this in the meanest way possible. Please, shut the fuck up and mind the business that pays you." You said.

And so here you were, sitting by yourself in detention, during Black History Month. What a great way to celebrate it. As luck would have it, you would have another classmate that would join you in your misery.

"Got another student for ya."

You turned around in your chair to see a teacher bring another student into the classroom. It was none other than your classmate and friend Peter Parker looking completely guilt-stricken. You couldn't help but wonder what Peter could've possibly done to wind up in detention. So, being the nosey student and friend that you were, you asked him.

"Peter, what're you in for?" you whispered.

"I really don't wanna talk about it, (Name)," Peter grumbled under his breath.

"Aw, come on. Please?" you begged. "If you tell me, I'll tell you what I did."

Peter looked up to see that their teacher at the front was reading a book at their desk while wearing some earbuds. He sighed in defeat before he mumbled a reply.

"I hit Flash," Peter confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You did what?" you gawked at Peter.

The Peter you knew wouldn't hurt a fly. Not on purpose anyway. He was crazy smart, cute, occasionally a huge dork, but never violent.

"What the hell did Flash do to you to make you hit him?" You questioned, eager to hear the whole story.

"It was an accident." Peter pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Oh now, this I gotta hear." You turned your seat so you faced Peter.

[-]

Peter stood in the lunch line with the rest of his classmates, each waiting their turn to being served a helping of mediocre cafeteria food. Peter grabbed a tray and groaned in annoyance when he realized the tray was still wet.

"I hate it when the trays are all wet," Peter said with a frown.

"Ditto." Ned chimed in. "Just shake the water off, dude."

Peter nodded before he started to shake the water off his tray. What he didn't count on was the tray being so wet that he would lose his grip on the tray and smack Flash right in the face with it.

"Oh shit!" Ned and Peter cried in unison.

[-]

"And that's what happened." Peter looked down at his desk in shame before he looked at you.

You were biting your lip with tears in your eyes, trying to do your best to hold in your laughter from the ridiculousness of what Peter had done to Flash. The imagery alone was enough to make you wanna fall out of your chair and laugh until your sides hurt. Since you were in detention, you settled for holding a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing too loudly.

"I... can't breathe." You heaved, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"It wasn't that funny you know," Peter grumbled, ignoring the hot blush that rose to his cheeks.

"Like hell, it isn't. That's the funniest shit I've heard all day."

As embarrassed as Peter was for getting detention the way he did, he was glad he could see you smile and laugh, even if it was at his expense. As much as Peter enjoyed those things, the last thing he wanted was to get you in further trouble. So, he changed the subject.

"Okay, so now you know what happened," Peter whispered. "What did you do to get detention?"

"Oh, that." You rolled your eyes as you thought back to what happened earlier that morning. "It's not half as interesting or funny as what you did. I cussed a white girl out for not minding her own business. She said my shirt was offensive so I told her to shut the fuck up and my homeroom teacher overheard me say it."

Peter looked down at your shirt before he looked back at you, raising an eyebrow. "She said she was offended by your shirt? There's nothing wrong with it."

"I know! Make it make sense! Glad to know somebody is on my side."

"You know I'll always be on your side."

You looked at Peter slightly taken aback by his words, suddenly feeling your face grow warm from his kind words. "As much as I hate being stuck in detention, I'm glad I'm stuck here with you, Peter. I definitely needed that story after what happened today." You said with a small smile.

"Me too." Peter smiled back at you. "Hey, why don't we go to Delmar's and grab a sandwich after this?" Peter suggested.

"Sure, just as long as you promise not to hit me in the face with a wet tray." You smirked.

"It was an accident!" Peter said louder than he meant to.

"Quiet back there!" your teacher said, shooting a warning glare at you and Peter.