It Was Only Supposed to be an Online Class...

Many, Many (many) Vines

MJ sat silently, watching Flash with binoculars from the other side of the street. Ned was beside her, looking around anxiously.

"Should we really be doing this?" he whispered loudly. She glared at him. "Be quiet, and probably not but who cares."

"I care!"

"Shush."

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Ned
HELP

Peter
What?

Ned
MJ KIDNAPPED ME

Peter
What?!

Ned
SHE'S USING ME TO HELP HER SPY ON FLASH

Peter
WHAT?!

Ned
HELP 

SHE'S ABOUT TO TAKE MY PHONE

Peter
I'M COMING

Ned
SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEE

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MJ snatched the phone out of Ned's hand. "Stop! We're doing this for Peter." she rolled her eyes and looked back through her binoculars. "He's gone now!"

Ned breathed a sigh of relief. MJ shoved the phone back into his hands and stalked off. 

"Wait! How am I supposed to get back home?!"

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Ned
SHE LEFT ME

Peter
I'll get Aunt May to come pick you up

Ned
Oh thank god

-~-~-~-~-~-

"Thanks May," Ned said as he climbed out of the car. "No problem honey," she smiled before driving away.

Ned looked at his house and breathed a sigh of relief. MJ really needed to stop watching so much Dateline.

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Peter
Why did you leave Ned stranded?!

MJ
We walked over there. 

I walked back.

He could've walked back too.

Peter
*facepalm*

You need to stop watching so much Dateline

MJ
No.

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Peter was sitting in the living room working on his science project. He paused and stared longingly at his cast. Aunt May, who was working on her laptop, glanced over at him and gave him a sympathetic smile. "Tomorrow."

"I don't know if I can wait that long," he groaned.

She laughed and tossed him the bag of goldfish. "I think you'll survive.

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Right-Hand Dork
HOW DID YOU TAKE DOWN CAPTAIN AMERICA

Punchable Bird
We shot him in the legs

F-Plums
Because his shield is the size of a dinner plate