And Then I Wrote Marvel

Tracker (brother!Peter Parker x Reader)

I just realized that this is one-shot number FIFTY! Also I edited it on August 22 so I can fit it to a multi-part storyline.

"(Y/N), where's Peter today?" Ms. Warren questioned, used to the fact that your brother rarely bothered to show up for class.

"I actually have no idea," you replied honestly. "He may just be running a bit late, given that his locker and his previous class are both clear on the other side of the school. I'll text him and find out."

"Don't take too long," she said, then began her lecture for the day.

Dude where are you? I told her that you're probably just running a little late because your locker's so far away

Yeah sorry I was almost to class when I realized that I grabbed my math binder instead of physics. They're the same color

Super believable, P. If you don't show up in the next few minutes I'm telling Tony you took the tracker out of your suit

Please don't I promise I'm just rounding the corner to the science hall

Boy you had better be

Thankfully, he walked in just moments later, his face bright pink. "Grabbed the wrong binder," he explained, then took his seat next to you. Looking closely, you caught a glimpse of red under his collar.

"Make sure it doesn't happen again, Mr. Parker," Ms. Warren warned him, knowing fully well that this wouldn't be the last time. She turned her attention back to the class.

"Nice try, Spider-Boy," you whispered.

He lowered his head in embarrassment. "Sp-Spider-Man."

"Don't you dare try to correct me, not right now," you seethed. "You either invite me on your little adventures or you don't go on them."
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He didn't show up for Spanish after lunch, either.

"I'm going to shoot him, Ned," you expressed.

"Don't shoot him, that would kill him," he pointed out casually.

"Not necessarily," you shrugged. "If I shoot him in the foot, he won't die, and then he won't have any excuse to miss class."

"No wonder you're more popular as a superhero than Spider-Man. You're a lot scarier than Peter is. I bet that Mr. Stark is going to make you an actual Avenger in no time."

"As little as I doubt that, would you stop talking about this in public?"

"Sorry."

Your phone buzzed on your desk, so you glanced down to look at who was texting you. As soon as you saw the name, you hastily grabbed your phone and took a look at the text. Even though it strictly wasn't Ned's business, you caught him looking at your phone, his eyes wide and his jaw slack with wonder.

"Why is Tony Stark texting you?" he whispered.

"He wants to know where Peter is," you answered.

Is your brother in class with you by any chance?

No, why?