Ultimate Spider-Man One-shots

Bullying

Hi there guys, this is my first fan-fic so it will probably be terrible. If you notice any mistakes please tell me so that I can correct them, or if you have any story ideas please tell me and I will try to make it into an actual story for you.

This book is based primarily off of the cartoon: Ultimate Spider-Man (and it's sequel series) Don't like don't read

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this, that right goes to Marvel

*This one-shot is set near the start of the show and only includes Spider-Mans original team.*

It was a terrible day for Peter Parker; the skies were grey and stormy, he had a mountain of homework assigned in class and he was trying to function on less than an hour of sleep because he had stayed up late fighting super-villains as Spider-Man the night before. Not to mention it was still only Tuesday, he still had three more days of school before the weekend. However, one thing was seemingly going well. That one thing was that Peter had not seen Flash, yet.

It was just after Peter had left his last class of the day and had opened his locker to collect his things when the big, blundering jock, Flash, swaggered down the hall, cracking his knuckles and announcing that it was 'locker knocker time'. Peter barely had time to resign himself to his terrible day getting even worse before he was punched in the face and forcefully shoved into his locker by Flash.

Peter had to sit, squashed in his locker, for several minutes, waiting while his friends unlocked it from the outside. By the time Peter's team had finally released him from his locker (which felt like an eternity to him) he was thoroughly hating the day. This feeling was only amplified when he saw the looks on his teams faces. They were not impressed in the slightest. Peter sighed.

This was the worst day ever.

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Not long later, stood on a roof, Peter, as Spider-Man, had his back tuned to his team when they came to get answers from him, answers that he didn't want to give them. The arachnid remained with his back turned and waited for them to ask the questions that he knew they wanted the answers to.  There was a minute of silence before the interrogation began.

It was Nova who spoke up first, "Web-head, mind telling us what happened back there?"

Spider-Man didn't respond.

"Dude, just tell us what happened," Power-Man was next.

Still no response from Spider-Man

"Please let us help you, friend," now Iron Fist.

Spider-Man didn't want his teams help, he wanted them to leave him alone, opting not to reply he kept his back turned to his team.

"Just tell us, Web-head," that was White Tiger.

Sighing, knowing that it was impossible to avoid the upcoming conversation, Spider-Man turned around to face his team, "Didn't you guys see what happened? Why do you need me to tell you what you already know?" Sensing that it may take a while the spider sat down. Cue the barrage of pointless reasons as to why he should tell his team about his private problems, his day was just getting better and better. Spider-Man was becoming highly annoyed by his team when he snapped, "How is it any of your business?" Regret instantly washed over him due to the harshness of his tone but he didn't have time to apologise before Nova was up in his face, pulling him up by the front of his suit, stopping when the teen hero's toes were almost an inch above the roof top.

"We care about you, Web-head! We're your friends! We deserve to know why!" Nova ranted, but he wasn't done yet though, dropping the spider and allowing him to fall to the ground where the arachnid promptly fell to his knees. Nova, clearly agitated, continued, "That kid hit you and shoved you into your locker! Again!" The clouds decided that now was the appropriate time to release their load and it started raining heavily as Nova finished his speech, "We want to help you!"