You Can Just Call Me Spidey

Tired Spider

Peter probably shouldn't have stayed up so late last night doing homework. He had checked it over five times, and he honestly didn't even know why. He knew he got every problem correct, he just did it anyways. 

Then he had gone on patrol for too long. He had helped five people find their ways around Queens, stopped a couple of amateur robberies, (Mr. Stark wanted him to call the police on the big ones) and gotten many cats out of trees. Usually this was only shown in movies to show how kind a hero was, but Peter was surprised that this was not just a plot device or an excuse to make him look adorably sweet and innocent, but it was a large problem that plagued many people- and their cats.

So when Peter got to school the next day and Flash threw a crumpled paper ball at him in class, Peter's Spider-sense went off and for once he didn't ignore it, catching it instead without looking. Flash crumpled another paper and threw it again and Peter, without registering it, caught it and threw it back. Lightly of course, but enough to annoy Flash. Flash teared a page out of his notebook, determined to hit the boy. He threw it at his head with great force.

The paper was not crumpled enough though, and it fell just short of his desk. Flash decided it wasn't worth it and kicked the paper ball, but Peter's Spider-sense picked up on it and his leg shot out to kick it away. 

It hit another kids foot and they picked it up, throwing it back. Apparently the teacher hadn't noticed, instead reading a book on her phone while the kids were supposed to be writing a paragraph about God-knows what. 

Flash smiled at the kid and they both started crumpling papers and throwing it at Peter. Soon it was a class-wide game of 'How-many-paper-balls-does-it-take-to-get-the-teacher-to-notice-we're-not-doing-class-work.' Peter, eyes drooping and half asleep, subconsciously swatted the paper balls away. 

Until one hit him. And then another, and then another. Peter had fallen asleep. The kid in front of him threw a large piece of paper right in his face, and he woke up. Some kids giggled, and the teacher finally looked up from her book. 

She frowned at the scene of her students trying to wake up Peter without getting him in trouble by getting her attention. Angels, they were, for subtly helping Peter out of trouble. Unfortunately for him it hadn't worked, Peter's teacher thought. She picked up a piece of paper and nailed Peter in the gut, lightly, chuckling to herself as Peter startled awake. 

Peter looked at the floor covered in white, asked if it was snowing, and fell asleep. 

"Peter!" The teacher's sharp voice pierced his skull as Peter looked up, eyes wide. 

"Tell me, please, what has made you so tired that you cannot stay awake in my class?"

Peter, being tired, with no filter, broke down.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Smith, but I haven't slept in days, and I've just been so busy with Spider-Man, trying to save Queens everyday-- not that it needs 'saving,' but someone's gotta look out for the little guy, as Mr. Stark put it... And I was given this suit back only recently, and I don't want to make Mr. Stark think I'm not grateful for it, 'cause he wanted me to stay close to the ground and I passed his test and I've been staying close to the ground but sometimes I just really want to take on one of the big guys, you know? But May was scared I'd get shot and my web-shooters haven't been working," Peter continued talking as he took out his web-shooters. "See? They keep malfunctioning," Peter tried to get the web-shooters to work, but they only webbed him in the face. "And I'm still getting used to the new suit, I mean I ran the refresher course a couple times and I don't know I feel like I could be doing more to help Mr. Stark..." Peter trailed off and shook his head, finally fully awake. 

"Shit."

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