IronDad/SpiderSon One-shots

Retake

Third Person POV:
Word Count: 4,808
A/n: Me? Posting again? What is going on?

The final bell rang out in the small classroom, the sound bouncing off the walls. "Now, don't forget to do your reading this weekend. We'll be going over the materials on Monday and it is crucial that everyone knows what we're talking about," Peter's physics teacher, Mr. Wemer, yelled out. Most of the kids were hardly listening, already packing up their bags and heading for the door. He sighed in defeat and shook his head. "Have a good weekend," he said before walking towards the chalkboard, starting to erase it.

Peter and Ned were the last ones in the classroom, packing their bags as they talked. "I mean—don't get me wrong. I love the original trilogy with all my heart. I just don't think that I could sit there and watch it twelve times in a row." They had been playing a game of Would You Rather throughout the entire day. They picked it up the second the bell rang, Ned asking Peter if he would rather watch the original trilogy of Star Wars twelve times in a row or listen to the Spider-Man theme song someone created on Youtube for twelve hours.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Ned pulled his backpack on. "But you'd rather listen to your own theme song for twelve hours? Nothing against it. I just really thought you'd pick Star Wars." Ned adjusted his straps and watched Peter put his binder into his backpack and zip it up. Peter put his own backpack on his own shoulders. "Okay, it's your turn."

Thinking for a moment, Peter paused his movements. He waited till he had his question before walking towards the door. "Would you rather be in a room with Iron Man for a day or Captain America for a day?" He knew that this one would stump Ned. His adoration for Iron Man was there, don't get him wrong, but he also had quite the passion for the Captain. Peter's choice was obvious, but for Ned it was harder.

"Oh, don't do that to me," Ned playfully shoved Peter's shoulder as they walked out the door of the classroom. "How am I possibly supposed to-"

"Mr. Parker." Both Ned and Peter paused, turning around to see Mr. Wemer peeking out the door. "Mind if I talk to you for a second," he asked. He asked it as a question, but all of them knew there wasn't really a choice. When a teacher asks to talk to you, you have to. It was the unwritten rules of school or whatever.

Feeling a wave of anxiety wash over him, Peter nodded. "Yeah, just a second," he said. He turned to Ned, trying to mask the anxiety he was feeling. "I'll catch up with you in a few minutes, okay?" He watched as Ned nodded, clearly worried for his friend. It wasn't often that Peter got asked to stay behind and talk to teachers. Most times, it was for good reason. They wanted to congratulate him on a good test or they wanted to talk to him about a homework assignment he had gone above and beyond for. This time it didn't seem like that. Maybe it was the way that Mr. Wemer asked, but the two of them could tell this wasn't about to be a praise talk.

Peter waited for Ned to walk away before turning back to Mr. Wemer. He didn't even get the chance to ask what was up before Mr. Wemer walked back into his classroom. Peter followed, sensing that he wanted to talk to Peter in private. Peter watched Mr. Wemer open the top drawer of his desk, pulling out a piece of paper. Upon further inspection, Peter could see it was the quiz they had taken on Wednesday. And it had a blaring red F at the top.

"This is not a conversation I thought I'd be having with you," Mr. Wemer said as he handed the quiz to Peter. There were red marks scattered across the paper and beside the F at the top of the page was a red 43% circled and underlined. "I've never seen you score below a 95% on a quiz in any class—let alone my own." Mr. Wemer watched Peter's face, seeing the confusion and frown that crossed it the longer he stared at it.

All Peter could do was stare at the paper. He knew that he hadn't done the best job on it. His confidence was gone by the time he had finished the test, but he didn't think he had done this bad. Mr. Wemer was right. The lowest he had scored on a quiz was when he was in 10th grade. He scored 89% on a Spanish quiz. That was right after his huge fight with The Vulture. He hadn't had any recent incidents and he scored so low. "I mean, I knew I was going to do bad, but-" Peter cut himself off, just staring at the paper. He was so confused.