Washed the Spider Out

The Itsy Bitsy Spider

Aunt May was out of town for the week; she was visiting some old friends out in Arizona. Compared to New York City, the desert sounded like pure paradise....
But school was school; crime was crime. Two things, that poor Peter Parker could not vacate from, no matter how much he wanted to. Every little detail demanded his attention, and with his guardian across the country, this was both a good thing and a bad thing.
A good thing, since he would not need to make any excuses to go out late on patrol as Spider-Man. The house was his domain for the time being. He could crawl up the walls as much as he pleased without having to hold his breath.
A bad thing, since he would miss and worry about her. The high schooler always thought up the worst possible situations. What if she got lost? What if she hugged a cactus by mistake? (Hey, you never know.) To add on, Peter didn't know how to cook, and had gone on a hiatus from the Daily Bugle, which meant he couldn't go buy his own food with his own budget.

May had left some money behind, but Peter always felt bad using her cash. She deserved every penny and more. Happy never responded to his texts. And Peter hasn't been on the "Stark Internship" for a while.
All in all, this week was going to be one big mess. The temperatures were expected to plummet....
This catastrophe started Monday morning.
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Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep-
"Mmmmm...." The teen hero mumbled, hitting the snooze button on his alarm a little too hard. When he opened his eyes, the top of the clock was damaged.
Peter was about to doze off again, before he realized the date. His eyes popped open, and he jolted to a sitting position. He had slept the previous night in only his underwear.
His now broken clock read the time 7:08 am. Upon seeing that, he let out a yelp of surprise, scrambling to get dressed. "Crap...crap...crap!" The student repeated to himself, grabbing his backpack, (Thank god he packed it last night) and rushing to the door of the apartment. There was no time for food; and there was no time to get there by foot...nor by subway. However....there was always another possibility-
Peter swallowed a lump in his unusually sore throat, changing into his suit as fast as possible. "Please let me get there on time.." the student breathed, jumping off his balcony and swinging across town at full speed.

The skies were especially gloomy today, reflecting onto the Manhattan citizens. Spidey had a few seconds to hear complaints from the people below.
"Get off our streets, you freak-show!"
"Go home, vigilante!"
Ignoring some curses, Peter swung into the back alley behind his school, changing back into his school outfit in 30 degree weather. He ran into the building shivering, yet sweating at the same time.
His watch read 7:18. He had two minutes....
Unfortunately, his school was massive. Time was not on his side.
The Parker boy ran as fast as his legs could take him, bursting into the classroom just as the bell rung. Michelle turned her head and gave a curious, yet mocking look, while Flash snorted. The teacher, Mr. Connolly, raised his eyebrow at the fact that his prized student was just about to be late.

The teenager felt the urge to sneeze, but pushed it down. "I'm sorry, Mr. Connolly ...I overslept and-"

"Don't worry about it, Mister Parker. I've never seen this happen to you before, and you're a good kid. I'll mark you as present." The teacher nodded his head towards his ace student's seat; the front window desk.
The class groaned in annoyance. Mr. Connolly was the kind of professor who never gave anyone a free pass, no matter how real or dire the situation was. However, in Peter's case? The science instructor had a soft spot for him, knowing how hard he worked. It was a kind gesture, but it gave most of the school more of a reason to hate him.
Peter tried to avoid contact with his classmates as he shuffled towards his seat, putting his backpack down and plopping down into his chair. He suddenly couldn't hold back a coughing fit, making the teen put his sleeve to his mouth.
Mr. Connolly hummed, his eyes darting to Peter for a moment. He then returned to the front of the classroom, commencing his lesson.

Peter hung his head, taking notes. What had come over him?