Due to the downgrade of his physical state of health, Peter Parker finds himself perfectly on time for Dr Connor’s class, which actually allows for him to catch up on that paper of his.
It may not be ideal, sitting in these uncomfortable wooden seats plastered into the ground, wincing when he moves just so in a way it sends a jolt of pain in all polar directions, starting from his bruised side. But it’s mostly alright as he brainstorms what the next paragraph will look like and makes sure to do his research as Dr Connor said, since him and Otto are pals.
Considering he’s only in class, he tries not to make much of a scene or be too obvious with how when he positions his arm, which unfortunately is the one with his dominant hand, it hurts his shoulder a little. Thankfully his shoulder is nothing more than extremely sore, that’s the extent of it, but any movement of the torso brings another story.
It’s a shame, he’d manage to escape with another day to see and an interruption of criminal activity. However, he didn’t really get much of a lead on the advanced weapons other than the fact that there’s a lot of people involved, it seems
Which is a problem.
So, maybe it’s that, maybe he’s too busy worrying about the problem of this new and large group of crooks that are buying some weapons. Or maybe it’s the pain, or maybe he’s just out of his head, because when he hears Dr Connor call his name and looks up, apparently it’s the third time he’s been called. Which is unfortunate and maybe a little bit embarrassing, so he quickly ruffles down his shirt and practically climbs out of his chair to meet Dr Conner at the front where he resides by his desk.
When he reaches the man, Dr Conner is marking something down on a paper, scribbling a date down and momentarily looking up at Peter.
“You know, Otto called me,” He says and Peter stills, trying to think of a response, and ends up awkwardly breathing out a very unconvincing laugh.
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah,” his professor tells him, then goes back to looking at his paper and smiles just barely. “He said you got to see what he’s working on, I’m assuming you were very impressed? His work is marvelous.”
“Uh,” Peter stalls, and his big nerdy brain tries not to get so excited and nervous at the fact that the Doctor Otto Octavious mentioned him to somebody. But, yet, at his big grown up age, he can’t help it, and smiles, a little sheepish but more something like honored. “Oh, wow. Yeah-yes. It was incredible.”
Dr Conner nods, humming lightly and tapping the desk with his pen. “It is. He is. Also, I’m guessing it’s alright to assume you’ve gotten work done on your paper considering you’ve met with the man? It might count as up and close research, yes?”
“Oh, yeah. Totally,” Peter says, which is mainly the truth. He’s gotten a good portion of it. Maybe not as much as the average student in this class, but he’s also been busy trying to find answers to this new weapon seller whose products have just come to his attention. “Getting to talk with him really inspired a boost of productivity, so.”
“That’s great to here, Peter,” Dr Conners comments, then blinks up at him. “I’m glad you could make it to a class, by the way.”
Peter tries to remember not to curl in on himself, because it makes him realize just how much he misses coming to this class, how many times he hasn’t showed up because he’s too busy swinging around, stopping crimes, or throwing punches- or even taking them. Dr Conners doesn’t know he’s Spider-Man, of course. Nobody does and nobody should. So there isn’t any sort of extension he gets on his assignments for being busy with other responsibilities.
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