You Can Just Call Me Spidey

Okay, this one I definitely stole but with permission, I swear!

This chapter's idea was taken from another wattpad user,  so yeah. It wasn't a request but they commented it on another story and I asked to use it.

Thank you!

"I woulda been like "oh he will be fine with it, especially since he told me to lie about it to cover my actual secret. I'm Spider-man, bitch" *rips shirt off to reveal the spider-man suit, and swings off*

-parkeristic

So yeah, this is kinda a field trip trope.

Peter hadn't been paying attention in class. Surprise, surprise, this is a Wattpad fan-fiction. What would you expect? Peter had created his own web-shooters, web solution and hacked into a multi-billion dollar suit with his friend.

(A/N: i was going to add Far From Home and Endgame/Infinity War achievements but im not gonna deal with that timeline. Also, Mysterio isn't worth being in my fan-fiction. "Call me Mysterio?" How about Dumb-ass, mother-fucking Peter torture-er?)

Peter let his head dip backward so he could stare up at the ceiling and wallow in his boredness when a slip of paper landed on his head. Peter startled and reached out a hand to swiftly catch the sheet before turning to see MJ -was she laughing? Giggling? Chuckling? Not a snort, a light huff of amusement. And- a smile? Peter furrowed his brows and looked down at the paper in his hands. Ah, it was another field trip. Peter Parker did not have the best record with field trips. (I actually had to make a list on my phone and still forgot some.)

Oscorp: The Spider-bite, obviously.

Washington D.C. / Nationals: Stuck in a garage, crush almost died in an elevator, hinted villain in on secret identity.

(A/N: big no-no. Fuck you, Mysterio.)

That one field trip in first grade everyone threw up on.

Now that Peter thought about it, there weren't too many horrible field trips. They were just awful. How did he not yet have PTSD?

Peter scanned through the paper for the destination of the field trip, but a quick crumpled ball to the back of the head disturbed his search.

Unfortunately, his Spider-sense hadn't been working recently, the Peter-Tingle, as Aunt May had coined it, and he hadn't noticed in time to duck.

Peter flattened out the paper, taking the edges apart, careful not to rip the paper. Why was he putting so much effort into un-crumpling this paper ball? Peter didn't know and was starting to wonder why he kept questioning himself.

He was Spider-Man, he can do whatever he wants. So Peter placed the paper on his desk, flattening the center and finally the edges of the thin sheet and after a couple of rounds un-creasing the paper with his short nails, he remembered how he had met his new now-un-crumpled-companion.

Peter looked behind his towards Flash, who was looking at him with a face of utter confusment.

He held up the paper to ask if it was his, but it was kind of obvious. Peter looked at the paper and realized it was Flash's permission slip for the paper. Peter wasn't sure, once again, why they had only gotten the permission slips a week before the trip, -he checked the date- but he didn't question it because this is a Wattpad fan-fiction, as I said before.

(A/N: Reminding the reader that they are not in the story is a real big setback in writing, it stops the flow, but I suck at everything literature so I don't care.)

"Do you need this?" Peter asked Flash, who's eyes widened slightly at Peter's loud voice against the silence as the teacher had been talking.

Oops.