Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

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Your head hit the desk you sat at and you shot up from your seat, seeing everyone else in the room's eyes on you, including the teacher. Seeing an equation on the board, you scrambled to think of an answer that would probably satisfy the teacher's expectant look.

"65!" You shouted. A few kids snickered as the teacher shook their head.

"I didn't ask a question. You fell asleep during class," the rolling of their eyes made you flush in embarrassment, and you put your face in your hands.

"Sorry," you said, your voice very muffled. The teacher chuckled and went back to the lesson, completely brushing off the disturbance. That was what you loved about being a senior: the teachers weren't as stern, and falling asleep in class wasn't a rare occurrence among all the students.

Last year in high school meant thoughts on college and wondering what it would offer. You didn't necessarily care to pursue a relationship right now, especially because college was around the corner, but there was someone you found yourself interested in.

Peter was the boy, someone one who took advantage of being able to sleep through the classes. You didn't even know why you fancied him, it was just one of those crushes that you were like 'Welp, I like them. Great.'

Speaking of him, he was sat beside you, his head on his notebook for the current class you were both in. You had a feeling the part of his cheek pressed against the wire binding the notebook was going to leave an imprint.

The bell rang and you rose from your seat, pushed your chair in, and nudged the boy. He snoozed on and you sighed, poking his cheek. Nothing. Grabbing his notebook and the textbook under it, you whipped it out from under him like you were performing the trick with the tablecloth and dishesーthe one where you have to pull the tablecloth out at just the right speed so the dishes and glasses don't move from their place.

A loud thunk of his head landing on the table sounded around the room and he shot up. "56!" He held a finger up in the air, reminding you of what you had done less than 10 minutes ago.

"Close," you teased, patting his back. He rolled his eyes when he saw everyone else had left the room and the teacher was sitting behind their desk, eating an apple.

"You could've just shook me awake," he grumbled as he took his stuff from you and you both left the room. "I've probably got a bruise there now."

"You didn't hit your head hard eno- wait, you do!" Your eyes widened, and he would've thought you were joking except for you clearly weren't. It was swollen purple and dark blue around the edges. "How...?" In order to get that bruise he had, he would've had to break the table with his face. Peter remembered the sucker-punch the criminal he fought last night gave him, and with-held a smile.

"Ouch." He thought he had been doing a good job of hiding it today, but at least now he had a valid excuse for why it was there you could back up.

"I'm so sorry!" You placed a hand over your mouth as your other delicately touched his cheek. He winced and you retracted immediately. "Sorry, sorry."

"I'll be fine," he shifted his stuff to one hand and input the combo to his locker while you stood there with a concerned expression.

"Are you sure?" You eyed the mark, wondering how on Earth you could've done such a thing to him, before returning your eyes to his.

"Yeah," he shut the locker and sent you a smile, which calmed you some.

"Guys!" Ned's voice came from behind you, and you turned while Peter peered over your headーhe had grown since sophomore year and was now taller than you, much to your dismay. "Guys! There's-" A loud boom cut the chubby boy off and sent you into a locker as your balance was thrown offーwhich was more fortunate than some people, who fell on the floor.