The Unassigned Mission

Attention

Peter Parker is known as Spider-Man, only to Tony Stark, his best friend Ned, his ex-crush's father, and just recently, his Aunt May.

The responsibilities that he must take on since becoming this masked hero have been a bit much for a regular fifteen year old to handle. Except Peter had just recently turned sixteen so he believes he had matured a lot. He had definitely gained knowledge when it has come to his powers but it's still all so new.

Becoming Spider-Man has brought out his inner kindness, compassion and urge to better mankind. He performs simple, daily tasks for his borough in NYC and although he could technically be out fighting larger crimes, he enjoys the feeling of being needed.

Peter feels the best missions with the biggest reward at the end, are the ones that find him first.

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Peter slammed his locker shut and turned to face Ned, who was standing a bit too close for comfort.

"Wow, I will never get over your exquisite spidey senses. I didn't even breathe loud enough to tip you off. I would know because I held my breath the whole time down the hallway so you really wouldn't hear me."

Peter laughed at his friend's bewilderment and started walking down the hall to third period,

"I guess you're just going to have to step up your game, man."

Ned nodded in agreement with a smile plastered on his face. The pair strolled down the luminescent lit linoleum floor, their sneakers echoing along with the chorus of students walking all around them like, well schools of fish.
Peter listened to Ned ramble about their next LEGO conquest this weekend as he gazed at the blurry passing faces. His eyes jumped around as he visually followed each student in his path; absentmindedly making sure everything was well in this crowded hall.

His eyes landed on Michelle, or MJ as she dubbed herself as, and they shared a smile, only to have her playfully shove him so hard he bumped into Ned as they passed.

"I think she likes you," Ned whispered as they were out of her earshot.

Peter rubbed his arm while shrugging, "sure has a funny way of showing it."

Ned made a sound of  agreement as they reached the the doorway of their next class. Before Peter beelined it to his desk, he glanced over to a girl standing by the lockers across from the classroom. She was with a teacher and student but didn't seem to be making much conversation with the two. He has never seen her before, not that he's expected to recognize every single face in this high school. She just momentarily mesmerized him which made Peter interested in that seemingly unimportant meeting. Who is she? What were they talking about?

"Why does it matter to you?"

Peter whipped his head around to see Ned standing in front of the row of desks, he was watching Peter loom in the doorway.

"Did you hear me," Peter asked nervously and quickly caught up to Ned.

"Yeah, and you unfortunately sounded like a total creep."

Peter chuckled as he sat down, placing his backpack on his desk and pulling out his notebook. Ned sat behind him while poking his shoulder blade with the end of his pencil,
"I didn't think Spider-Man yearned after girls. Shouldn't it be the other way round? They adore your heroism like saving their hamster from a burning building, and then you confess your true identity, and then they have to decide if they love you or just the idea of-"

Peter looked at Ned incredulously, motioning for him to shut up, "I told you to stop mentioning that in school. Also, what were you trying to get at with that statement?"

Ned shrugged but began to explain his ramblings before being spoken over by the teacher beginning class.

"Sorry," Ned mumbled to Peter as he slumped back in his chair. Peter shook his head to signify it was okay between the two of them before losing attention at the beginning of the lesson. His focus shifted to the visible hallway through the cracked open door...empty.