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Internship Tests

Can we just appreciate Jeremy and Tom's answers-

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No ones POV

 Peter was sitting in his chemistry class, thinking about what BullsEye said the other night.

 What did he mean he was worried for peter for telling Nat not to murder someone?

 Maybe they were just being protective. They couldn't have been murderers, Peter would have caught on a little. Plus, he only said that because Mr. Hacker exposed Flash. It's not that big of a deal. Right?

"Mr. Parker? Are you paying attention?" Mrs. Lilgly must have noticed Peter in his daze. Shit. "Yes ma'am.." "What's the answer to the question on the board?" All eyes were on Peter. It was an easy question really, "*insert some hard high-school chemistry stuff because im not in Peters grade*" Peter had to hold in a small giggle. How did no one else get this? "The answer is *more chemistry stuff because i don't take chemistry either*,Mrs." Mrs. Lilgly smiled and nodded, and continued to teach her class. Flash looked like he was about to explode. I mean, how could Penis Parker get a question like that correct? Without even pausing to think, nonetheless. He isn't that smart.

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 At the end of class, Mrs. Lilgly said she had an announcement. "Class, before you go for the day, I have some exciting news to share with you!" Peter was sure he saw Ned frown, and he couldn't blame him. Usually when Mrs. Lilgly shares news, it ends up being about a festival or competition that Peter can't even do. Peter was known as Penis Parker, a Wimp, and weak. He can't just all of a sudden be a sports player, even though he can definitely do it with ease. It would ruin his "reputation." No body wants to be the next Flash Thompson.

"Since we are a school of science, we have been given the chance to take Stark Internship Tests!" This got Peter's attention. "The tests will be looked over by the Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, and they will pick two students. Those two students will then go to Avengers Tower the day after the test are handed out. More information will be given to the last two students." Peter couldn't decide if he should panic or not. What if they find out I'm Spider-Man? What if i get fired? What if- "Peter? Peeeeeterrr. Earth to Parker." Peter looked up to see Ned snapping his fingers in front of his face. "Oh good, you're not dying." Ned started laughing as Peter turned red from embarrassment (yeah no, they're buddies not lovers.) "Ha ha, very funny." Peter replied sarcastically as he got his stuff. They exited the room and walked to their lockers, talking about the internship and how Peter should actually put effort.

 "Come on Peter! You're better at chemistry than the chemistry teacher! Why won't you apply?" Peter sighed, he wanted to do the internship, but he was scared. Scared that if they learn his identity, they'll fire him. "Ned, you know why." "Is it because of the thing?" Peter nodded and Ned just frowned. "You're going to do the internship. I promise you they won't find out. And if they do, you always have your Guy in the Chair!" Peter chuckled at his friends antics. "All right all right! I'll do it, just not so loud!" "sorry."

 The duo walked outside to meet up with their friends, who were sitting on the benches. They continued to talk for about an hour while doing their homework, when Peter spotted Flash and his "friends" inside by his locker, waiting for him. Peter sighed, and got up. "Guys, i think we should start going home. Our parents will get worried." Ned, Harley, and Mj glanced at each other, than at Peter. "Darling, if Flash is still bothering you, you can tell us." Harley was oblivious to the fact that Flash was still bullying Peter, and he wanted to keep it that way. The first time he found out, he beat the living day light out of him. Since then, Peter made Mj and Ned swear that they won't tell Harley, and Flash was always cautious when he was around.