Ｓｕｍｍａｒｙ：
"Contrary to popular belief, I know exactly what I'm doing."
~Tony Stark
Or, Peter's not feeling well at school and May's not available so someone else comes to pick up his kid.
I FIXED MCU! It's after Far From Home but Tony's alive. Let's just say it's author's magic, shall we? After all, it's just a one-shot. See more explanation in the actual story.
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Ｐｅｔｅｒ groaned as he put his pounding head between his crossed arms on the school bench. He's been feeling shitty even since he had come back from patrolling Queens the day before. It had been raining intensively, he'd been soaked wet. The world just seemed to have it in for him as he kept slipping on puddles, and ice from the hail, that happened to start dropping from the sky somewhere in the middle of his route, had been hitting him quite hard. He was sure that one more hour and he would have been struck by a lightning. Not like the suit wasn't isolated or something but it would be his Peter-luck and would still definitely hurt like he- much.
No need to say "language!", Captain. We have it under control.
But, back to there and then.
Peter woke up sneezing. That can be quite normal, for a normal person. But since when is he a normal. Like, that's a relative term. Anyway, he had a remarkably strong immune system, so a cold in the morning took him quite by surprise. The alarm clock hadn't even come off yet, he looked at the numbers and sighed, it was four a.m.. He put his head down on a pillow and covered his face with another one. After a while of rousing throbbing in the head he eventually fell asleep. For an hour. After this time the alarm went off, waking him up roughly. Friendly Spider reluctantly stood up, flinging off the sheets. He took one step, wobbling slightly on his feet, and immediately had to support himself by leaning on the wall. Through his ultra-sensitive senses he could hear everything that was going on in his room, like crawling of spiders up his walls, or raindrops slowly dripping down from a windowsill after previous day's rain, and it wasn't helping his headache.
Somehow he pushed himself into the bathroom and to get ready to school. It took him some time but still, could have taken longer. When he was out, Peter went to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. He tried to wake himself a little more because apparently an ice cold splash of water straight in the face wasn't enough.
"Hi Ma-" he started sleepily but stopped mid-sentence seeing, or rather not-seeing his aunt in the room. Instead of her he saw a folded note pinned to the fridge with a Spider-Man magnet. Ha, but of course it is. She really liked teasing him about it. Peter opened the note.
"Pete, I had to go to work earlier to get out in time for you know what so I left you- blah blah blah- sandwiches- blah blah... Oh, I larbe you too, May!" With that he took his breakfast from the fridge and quickly put the sandwich in his mouth, grabbing money for lunch, his backpack, and closed the door.
