•• "You can't be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man without the neighborhood." ••
(#1 in SpidermanxOC)
*New chapter every weekend-ish*
(NOTE):
Liz Allen didn't go to Homecoming with Peter in this story! She went with her friends, he went with his. L...
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••••• Midtown High 12:21pm
"Alright, next question guys, keep it up."
Michelle Jones stands in the front of the group of Academic Decathlon members all sitting in a row of chairs with bells on top. The sixteen year old paces around, all eyes on her as she reads off a math question from her stack of cards.
Everyone breaks a sweat as they try and complete the speed test of questions they're given. Every member had to answer each one correctly in under two seconds or they'd fail. For Flash, he had answered everything in record speed but got most questions wrong in doing so.
It was an exercise to train their minds to think under pressure—something Mr. Harrington urged MJ to do. As the team's newest team captain, she took on the responsibility at hand.
Abraham and Ned were neck-and-neck but Cindy had already given up and started talking with other members on the side.
For Peter, he sat in the far back, his eyelids threatening to close as he tries to focus on the next question. He had got barely enough sleep after Madeline had her nightmare at four in the morning. She had gone to the rooftop after she calmed down to try and start controlling her powers again. Peter had tried to assist the best for as long as he could but school, for May, was a priority.
The teen called and texted her throughout the day, asking if she was okay or made any progress. The regular 'I'm fine, and 'not yet's' was all she replied back with. Peter hoped she wasn't still up there, draining herself out all day and at least took breaks.
He couldn't stop her from trying to control her abilities. Last night proved that they couldn't mess around anymore. It was a week since she arrived at his apartment and ever since then, all she felt was pain.
Peter said he would try to get the only person who could help them to reply, but the voicemail system and unread messages were all he received.
"Mr. Stark, I really need your help with something. I-It's super important and I won't ask anything from you again. Remember my-uh. . .friend I told you about? She needs all the help she can get right now. It's urgent and kinda hard to explain over voicemail so can you please pick up? Or answer texts? O-Okay, bye.'
He left similar messages to Happy as well, hoping if he could get Tony to answer him. But so far, nothing.
"Psst. Penis Parker," Flash whispers from behind.
Peter snaps out of his dazed state and his eyes advert down to his scratch piece of paper with barely any work on it. Abe next to him barely listens to Flash's antagonizing—focused on the speed quiz against Ned.
But Peter suddenly gets a small shock of adrenaline from behind and the sharp prick in the back of his neck. He shoots a hand around his neck just as he sees an uncapped pen hit the floor.
