Marvel Oneshots

Ao3 | Peter Parker is a Dork

Honestly just a cute Peter Parker oneshot
Fluff

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2.32p.m.

The only sound that echoes around the white-washed box room is the obnoxiously noisy ticking clock. Swinging his legs back and forth, Peter continues his staring contest with the unflatteringly patterned carpet below.

"This is stupid, why am I even –"

"Mr. Parker!" A female voice cuts short his mini rant, and he looks around as if there might be someone else with his surname.

Deciding to humour the nurse and head into the room after her, he still doesn't waste time in lecturing her. "You know, this is all just a waste of time! I'm actually –" she put a thermometer in his mouth, causing him to pause momentarily. "Fine!" Peter finalises.

"Mr. Parker, would you sit still?" She asks impatiently, and he looks down at his swinging legs, then back up to the unamused nurse.

A few moments later, the thermometer beeps and causes him to jump a little. "So, can I go now...?" He questions, as she squints at the reading for far too long in his opinion.

"Yes, you can go," Peter jumps up immediately, and heads to the door. "Home." The woman adds.

Spinning on his heels, he gets dizzy from doing so at such a quick pace. "What?! Why?" Peter demands, 'casually' leaning up against the doorframe for support.

"103.64, that's why. Mr. Parker, I'm going to let your teacher know you won't be attending last period." She informs him, wandering over to the phone attached onto the wall close by.

Trying his best to argue, he starts walking over to her. "Maybe it's broken!" He suggests.

"Please, leave."

"Maybe... you're not a real nurse," Peter whispers.

Losing her patience, the nurse puts the phone down, and physically leads him out by the arm. Leaving him standing there, she shuts the door behind her.

"Rude," he huffs, heading out of the waiting room.

Deciding to himself that missing Math isn't actually that much of a big deal, Peter takes his time in getting back to the apartment. He checks the door handle first – it's unlocked. This of course means that his Aunt is home, so he has to be quiet.

Sneaking inside, he closes the door without barely making a noise. He tip-toes to his bedroom, and makes it all the way to his door. And, then he sneezes.

Story 1. Peter Parker is a Dork.

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2.32p.m.

The only sound that echoes around the white-washed box room is the obnoxiously noisy ticking clock. Swinging his legs back and forth, Peter continues his staring contest with the unflatteringly patterned carpet below.

"This is stupid, why am I even –"

"Mr. Parker!" A female voice cuts short his mini rant, and he looks around as if there might be someone else with his surname.

Deciding to humour the nurse and head into the room after her, he still doesn't waste time in lecturing her. "You know, this is all just a waste of time! I'm actually –" she put a thermometer in his mouth, causing him to pause momentarily. "Fine!" Peter finalises.