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❛ don't set your self on fire to keep others warm. ❜
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Peter didn't know why Tony was acting so stressed and nervous lately, he had gotten really curious about it, and it wasn't helping that nor FRIDAY or happy, or anyone else would tell him. They would reply with 'you will meet them soon' or 'you have met them before', which continued to annoy him and make him even more curious.
He was currently in chemistry when Tony had texted him, but he didn't know what it was about, since answering a text or a call was prohibited, and even worse, a teacher would reply for you, just for embarrassment.
Peter was lucky that chemistry was going to end in a few minutes, meaning he could actually check the text, and hopefully it would be about why Tony was so different lately. But, to actually check the text, who would have to run out of the classroom when they are dismissed, and away from Flash, who had promised a 'good beating' for him after school.
Peter didn't want to go home covered in bruises and scars, mainly because he didn't want tony to kill or hurt Flash in some way, and because tony finding out about it meant a big lecture about bullying, which definitely didn't sound like him, it would sound like one of Captain America's edgy PSAs about bullying. Another reason was because he didn't want Tony to be more stressed then he already was about these guests coming over, and him adding on to the stress about a few bruises and scars isn't needed.
RingRingRingRing-
The bell rang, and everyone sprang out of their seats, either throwing their books from their seat to the teachers desk or just leaving them their, peter took the second option instead. He ran out of the door, waving a goodbye at MJ and Ned, who left opposite ways. Peter ran down the hallway and he was so close to the exit, he could practically taste the fresh air from outside.
"Not so fast, Parker! You promised me that i'll be able to give you a lesson, remember?" A Hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back into a locker, his head hitting it.
Flash and his so called 'friends' stood in front of him, all sneering and snickering.
Peter didn't even want to question about how the hell he got here so fast, i mean, he lives up to his name, right?
"Yeah, i remember." Peter replied monotonously. His eyes dazed over to Flash's clenched fists, and he immediately bit his lip. Yeah, he was definitely going to get a few pretty bruises after this. Flash growled under his breathe, and muttered something to his friends.
"Hold him down, make sure he doesn't get away." They did what he asked, and his friends grabbed his hands and held him down. Peter resisted for a while, but gave in when they didn't budge.
"What you gonna do now, penis? going to call your fatass friend on us? or that bitch Michelle?" Flash scoffed and raised his fist, making it collide with his jaw. Peter winced, but it didn't hurt. This continued for what seemed like an hour, his fists colliding with his ribs, jaw, nose, you name it.
