Survivor

29. Smarter

"...smarter than you think..."

Peter's next class was chemistry, his favorite class for several reasons. First of all, he had this class with his best friend.

"Hey Ned!" Peter greeted, sliding into his seat. Ned grinned at him. "You actually made it! I didn't think you were going to stay true to your promise!"

"We'll see what happens at lunch." Peter joked, but he still was not going to miss the last day of school. He was so close. After school him and Aunt May were going to have a family dinner before she left on Saturday. Then on Sunday, he was going to the compound.

He was majorly excited.

Peter actually managed to pay attention in class, his phone remaining blisfully silent as the teacher went over some of the final things to note before summer break. Peter had homework from this class and all his others since he missed so many days, but he would probably have time to work on those at the compound. Peter stood to leave, when suddenly his spidey sense went off loudly. Loud enough that he dropped back into his chair just as a spitball whizzed above him where his head had been.

Peter spun around to see Flash quickly stash a paper straw in his bag, but merely rolled his eyes. So not worth it.

oOo

He had been watching the boy with interest. It had not been wrong, but it never was. And so he now had the task to protect him, along with the rest of New York and the universe. Not hard at all.

oOo

At lunch, Peter sat with Ned, and MJ not far from them. She took a bite of her sandwich and squinted at Peter. "You're actually here today." She scoffed, and Peter smirked. "I only missed, like, three weeks and you all act as if I missed the entire year." MJ shrugged and Ned shoved him, laughing.

Peter had missed the easy interactions between him and his friends. Of course, it was interrupted by his phone buzzing. Are you serious? He pulled it out, to find it was Happy. That was even more surprising than the Avengers!

Happy: "Where do you go to school again?"

"Uh... Midtown High?"

Happy: "And what time do you get out?"

"2: 55... why?"

Peter waited but got no response. Now that was typical. He put his phone back in his pocket and turned back to his lunch.

"I'm going to the library." MJ announced when she finished her food, standing and collecting her stack of books. "Hold up, I have some trigonometry, I'll join you." Ned called, turning to Peter. "Wanna come?"

"Totally. I'll grab some homework from my locker and meet you there." Peter said around a moutful of May's macaroni. Ned sent him a thumbs up and dashed out. Peter slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked to his locker. He paused when he passed a hallway, however, and saw some familiar faces.

You have got to be kidding me. He backstepped and turned down the hallway where he had seen none other than Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton wandering to the office. He ran down the hall, turning to see the two just about to walk into the main office.