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The Revenge

"Class, if you could open your books to page 307, we will be doing a prac today."

Mr Harrington stood at the front of the class and was setting up an array of glass beakers with different steaming chemicals, that looked decidedly dangerous to Peter. Peter was doodling pictures of Deadpool (he would deny it later) when his phone buzzed. It wasn't just his though, because most people in the class were reaching into their bags to pull out their phones. Hr Harrington paused his preparation to pull his phone out from his back pocket. Peter looked at his phone.

Oh shit.

It was a video.

"Oh my god, this is hilarious," MJ said behind Peter.

Peter whipped his head around.

Welp.

It seemed everyone got the video.

Peter tried to keep a straight face as his insides cringed down to the middle of the Earth.

His pressed play.

Peter cocked his head. It seemed to be a compilation... of Spiderman? The music was an upbeat song. Peter strained his memory... he smiled. Blitzkrieg Bop, by Ramones. Peter turned his attention back to the video.

Peter choked.

Kill

me

now.

the video played all of Spiderman's worst 'fails'.

There was the time he dropped the bag of money he had taken back from some thieves into the dumpster and ha to get it back... The time he fell off the rooftop when Wade had snuck up behind him, and the time he had miscalculated the amount of webbing he had left and fell into the tree, and the time, no, six times he had overshot and crashed into a building.

How did-

There was a crash from outside the classroom, in the hallway, that was loud enough to be heard over the cackles of Peter's classmates.

"Sweet muthafucka!" More swearing came from outside. "Hey you," The voice said, "If anyone asks, it was the janitor who knocked down the trophy cabinet!"

Oh shit. Peter knew who that was.

Deadpool, in his full suit, bearing his katanas, came crashing through the classroom door.

Literally. The door came off the hinges, and there were cracks in the plaster where they were attached.

Mr Harrington gawked at the intruder.

"Oh hey, Mr teacher-dude!" Wade sing-songed. "I remember you!"

Mr Harrington continued to stare.

Wade sighed and he rested one of his katanas on his shoulder.

"I'll be needing to borrow Pete-boy for a bit, k?"

Wade began to walk towards Peter through the isle. Mr Harrington only gawked, and the

class was silent as Wade grabbed Peter's wrist.

Peter pulled away.

"I can't go now! I gotta get... homework..."

Wade snorted.

"Petey, that didn't work on Iron-dude, and it ain't gonna work on me."

Peter huffed.

"Please?" Wade pleaded, cocking his head to the side as he finally sheathed his katanas and made a love heart with his hands.

"FIIIIIIIIIINNNNEEE!" Peter gave in, and he put all of his books in his bag.