Through the Universe (Various! x Reader)

Peter Parker (Tutor)

LOTS OF THANKS TO JAR246 

Written by  IAmSoDoneWithEarth 

I'm sorry that I'm overly obsessed with the piano.

"Maybe you can do better next time," I read, making no effort to disguise the anger that was coursing through my blood, like salt. "Well, maybe you should write a ten-page test on Grade 10 Physics and then we'll see who's complaining."

Physics was horrible. It was the one subject that I couldn't seem to understand. English was fine, because that's my first language. Maths was okay, I used to have tuition. Geography was pretty much common sense. But Physics, no, physics was horrible.

I crumpled my test paper and chucked into the bin on my way out the class. No use for that disaster, I thought.

"Hey, Y/n!"

My view twisted around and I saw a familiar brunet approaching from down the hall. He exerted an aura of anxiety, yet he seemed happy.

"Peter." I gave a nod towards his direction.

"You seemed pretty upset after the results. Are you okay?" He asked, while twiddling his thumbs and looking away.

"Oh no I'm fine, except for the fact that I suck at physics," I groaned.

Peter opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"I-I can... uh... tutor you, if you want?" His cheeks were tinted pink and he seemed to struggle getting the words out.

I stared at him, confused. Why would he want to tutor me? Peter Parker wanted to tutor me, Y/n L/n, the freak show who always sat at the back of the class.

"That'd be great, thank you Peter." A smile crept to my lips, and I couldn't stop it.

"Uh... where should... where must I tutor you?" He asked, clearly nervous.

"I'm fine anywhere, really."

-

Peter was a nice boy. We talked often, but not often enough. Peter and I shared most lessons. He, unfortunately, sat nowhere near to my seat; I was never seen sitting anywhere but the back, and Peter was always sitting in the middle or the nearer to the front.

Truth be told, I liked Peter. He seemed like a nice guy, considering that there weren't many at our school. Although, I doubted that Peter would ever like me back, considering that he always seemed to like Liz.

-

So, there we were, in Peter's room. He was teaching me physics and going over the test.

"The average velocity is change in displacement divided by total time," Peter explained.

"The average what is change in difference divided by total time?"

Peter shook his and repeated what he said. Once he thought I understood, Peter scribbled down questions and handed the piece of paper towards me.

"You can... uh... do these questions." Peter was sat next to me and was staring at me intently, making me slightly uncomfortable.

Seven questions were scattered on the page. They each gradually got harder and started involving some sort of common sense – which I lacked. The questions ranged from '... disregarding air resistance...' to '... air resistance is a thing...'.

My brain was fried by the time Peter took the piece of paper back. His eyes darted back and forth on the page, checking my untidy answers. When he was done explaining how I went wrong, he provided me with study notes and homework.