Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

Ball Is Life

Get ready for a whole lotta oof cuz this one isn't great.

You were practicing your 3-pointers when the coach pulled you aside. You spun the basketball on your finger as the coach did his best to lay the news on you nicely, but how do you tell someone their grades are so bad they need to improve them asap or they're getting kicked from the team? The ball fell off your finger as you gaped at him.

"Are you serious?"

"I'm sorry (Y/N)," the coach apologized. Education was more important than sports, or at least that's what the school thought.

"I'm the best player. I'm the only thing keeping this team together."

"I know that." The coach held up his hands like he thought you might hit him. "That's why I'm giving you until winter break to improve your grades."

"That's bullsh-"

"Hey." Coach shot you a look. "That's the best I can offer you."

"Fine," you spat.

"I would get a tutor. I know a kid that might be able to help you-"

"Yeah, whatever, do what you have to do." You picked the basketball off the ground and ran towards the hoop to continue practicing.

After practice, you were talking with some of your teammates when you noticed your coach call after a boy passing by the gymnasium doors. Coach ran over to him and they exchanged a few words before Coach pointed back at the group of girls. You squinted trying to get a better look at who it was, but then Coach sent him on his way.

As the other girls left to go shower up before school, your coach approached you. "That was the boy that's going to tutor you after school."

"After school?" your eyes widened.

"Do you need me to tell your parents so they can come pick you up after?" he asked.

"No!" you shouted immediately. " Please don't."

"Ok...Well his name is Peter; you two can meet up in the library after school."

"Alright." You tossed the basketball you never seemed to be without into the basket of balls and jogged off to the locker room.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, you headed out to your locker. The boy Coach talked toーPeterーwas waiting at your locker, and upon seeing you, waved. You pushed past him to input the combination, and as he got over the shock of being ignored, you glanced at him. He was small, weak, clearly a nerd.

"You're (Y/N), right?" he asked timidly. Yeah, definitely a wimp. You grunted in response. "I'm Peter Parker." No response. "Um, did your coach tell you-"

"You're going to tutor me?" you snapped, scaring the guy. "I'm well aware." You slammed your locker shut. He quickly followed as you headed to your first class.

"Great. I'll see you after school then?"

"Sure."

"Meet me at the library, ok?"

"Don't you have someone else to annoy," you grumbled under your breath. "Fine, now go away." Thankfully, he turned around and left, much to your relief. You found your classroom and collapsed into a seat.

You stared off into space as you tried to recall the last time you checked your grades. Weren't they somewhere in the C range? If you didn't get them up soon your parents would find out. You felt a shiver travel up your spine. There was no way you could bring your grades up before winter break; the only reason you came to school was because of basketball, but if you got kicked off the team...