Wild Cat •Peter Parker•

five

From the moment Peter arrived at school the next day Blake knew something was off. First, his natural sent smelled weird.  She told him off for coming that day, as he should've been at home, resting. He had insisted that he was completely fine, and waved her off carelessly. She noticed that he still wore the band aid on his neck, and how he couldn't walk in a straight line.

Grabbing his arm, she had told him to go home. He just sighed and shook his head, staggering off. At lunch, he sat by himself at the corner table, and she knew he wouldn't want her company, but she wanted to know why. He stared at his plate with wide eyes, and she couldn't help but watch from a distance. She needed an excuse to go over there, and when she saw Flash get up and walk over, she had one. She stood up and jogged after.

"Did your pathetic group of friends dump you Parker?" Flash taunted, reaching down to ruffle Peter's hair. The boy clenched his fists. "C'mon Puny Pete, don't give me the silent treatment.

Then Flash decided that he wanted more of a reaction, so he shoved Peter off the seat. Peter fell to the ground, his lunch falling on top of him. Flash laughed and kicked Peter in the stomach, causing him to curl up in pain, a grimace on his face. Blake's jaw hardened and she grabbed Flash's arm. He looked down at her, and she glared at him.

"What did I tell you the other day? If you touch Parker, you'd have to deal with me."

Flash chuckled at her in a teasing fashion. "You're all talk Adams. You're too much of a pussy to do anything."

"Oh really?" With that, she used a little of her super strength, and punched him square in the face, and his head snapped back. A satisfying crunch echoed through the cafeteria and lingered in the air. Gasps were heard as the room went silent. Flash slowly brought his head up, his nose bleeding and the area around his eyes already going purple.

Everyone stared at her in shock, but she paid no mind. She was staring Flash strait in the eyes. Flash's lip curled and he clenched his fist. "You bitch"

"Teaches you to listen, doesn't it?" She challenged with a raised eyebrow. He pulled his hand back to hit her, but she just stared at it. "Do it. I dare you."

It was clear Flash was caught in a predicament. He would either hit her and feel either satisfied or guilty. He would also be known as the guy who was a huge dick and hit a pretty girl. With a sigh, Flash dropped his fist, and Blake tilted her head. "Now what did we learn from this?"

Flash growled and angrily raised and swung his fist, but was shocked when she easily caught it. She took a step forward so that she was close enough to feel his quick breath.

Staring straight into Flash's eyes, she smirked watching as the subtle fear appeared on his face.She leaned forward, her mouth next to his ear and whispered, "Mess with him, you mess with me."

Then she backed away and let go of his fist, which hung in the air for a second before it fell to his side. Blake kept his stare for a moment before she turned and held her hand out towards Peter. He had wide eyes, put grabbed it anyway. She pulled him up, him swaying a little, feeling sick, and she pulled his arm over her shoulder so she could steady him.

"Hey Flash?!" She called out, looking over at he bully, who was walking away. His shoulders tensed and he turned to look at her. "Better get some ice for that!"

He scowled and turned around. Someone cleared their throat behind Blake, making her look back. She turned around, Peter moving with her. The cafeteria was still deathly quiet, watching the interaction. Blake quickly plastered an innocent smile on her face when she met the snake-like eyes of the deputy principal, Mrs. Linn. "Adams, Parker, I want you in the principal's office. Where's Thompson?"