You Against The World - A MARVEL FANFIC {{UNDER *EXTREME* EDITING}}

Chapter 27

In this chapter, I've altered some of the classes in Peter's schedule so please don't hate me if it's not right. I know it's wrong in some way or another.

WARNING: Molestation

If you're not comfortable with it or have issue that are triggered by this, please skip.

"Aw shit"

Of course, you were lost.

Not a first.

You sighed and debated using your powers. You could either use your powers and locate Peter but then you'd risk the chance of someone seeing you. Your other option was to find the office on your own, like a normal person.

You were far from normal.

You did a quick scan of the building. After a few seconds, you were able to find Peter's heat signature. You followed it and eventually found yourself in the office. The receptionist didn't notice you as you walked through the door. You stood in front of her desk and after a minute of no response, you cleared your throat and she looked up at you, clearly annoyed.

"Can I help you?" She asked, her tone naisly.

"Yeah, is the nurse's office here? I'm supposed to be-"

"Go down that hallway and take a left. It'll be the first door on your right."

You gave a small thanks and followed her directions. You found Peter sitting on one of the beds, holding an ice pack to his ankle. You tapped his curtain and he looked up at you. "(Y/N)? Shouldn't you be in class?"

"I would be if I actually knew where I was going but since my personal tour guide kind of ditched me..."

Peter's face dropped. "(Y/N), oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot. I know I promised-"

You placed your hand on his shoulder. "Peter."

He stopped talking and looked down, eyes filled with guilt. You smiled sadly and wrap your arms around Peter. "It's not your fault. It's that dickwad's fault. I'm not mad at you, I could never get mad at you, especially since you're my 'brother'."

Peter's eyes met yours and you smiled softly. You looked down toward his ankle and gestured to it. "May I?"

Peter nodded and you placed your hand on his ankle. Your hand glowed for a second and when the glowing disappeared, you helped Peter on his feet and helped him walk around for a bit. When he felt comfortable, you each got a pass from the nurse and headed to class.

"So, what's first?" You asked.

"Social Studies, then P.E, after that it's Spanish, then English."

"That's it?"

"Of course not! Then it's lunch, Math, and lastly, Chemistry."

You nodded and followed Peter to your first class. When you two walked into class, all eyes turned to you. You both handed the teacher your slips and sat down. 

You listened to the teachers drone on and on about things you already knew. Then, at the end of class, you'd introduce yourself to the teacher as a new student. This is how it was for the next two classes. By the end of Spanish, you were ready for lunch. But, you still had English and since the teacher had been so intrigued by your fluentness of the language and wanted to have a lengthy conversation with you in the foreign language, you and Peter were now late to English.

As you made your way to the classroom, you translated the whole conversation for Peter, just cause you could.

When Peter opened the door to the classroom, he stopped in his tracks with his eyes wide in fear. You watched him in worry. "Peter, what's wrong? Is this the wrong classroom?"