Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

That one, really strange time when Peter contemplated becoming a villain

A/N: In case you cannot see the whole title it says: That one, really strange time when Peter contemplated becoming a villain. 

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Summary:

Peter went to McDonald's to pick up some lunch and then head back to the Tower.

Flash likes seeing Peter suffer, even if it is in the cruelest of forms.

Peter considers a dark villain story.

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Peter "Parker" Stark woke up half an hour late, leaving him scrambling to get dressed and to school before the well-hated hour of eight am. Hopping on one foot as he tied his sneakers, he read a note in Tony's messy handwriting that he packed his lunch on the counter. Peter wasn't a forgetful person, but you kind of forget stuff when you can't find your backpack and you have fifteen minutes to be at school. So he wasn't thinking twice as he shut the door, not having any breakfast and leaving his lunch on the counter.

Peter felt like he was going to die.

Minutes felt like hours.

Seconds felt like forever.

He couldn't focus on anything except for the fact that he was going to die of starvation.

Today's school lunch was fries and burgers, except school lunch was nasty as hell. The burgers looked more like pig slop then actual meat. And the fries smelled weird, and the last thing he needed was a stomach-ache on top of his hunger.

And it didn't help that Flash had a pizza pie delivered by his rich father that he shared with his friends. Peter didn't think of asking for a slice, he wasn't stupid. Flash hated him, and Flash was a jerk. He was that guy that if you asked for a pencil because your's just broke, he'd say no just to enjoy your suffering and pain.

He was so hungry.

Hungryhungryhungryhungryhungry

Curse his damn metabolism.

How did the Flash ever cope without not enough food?

Peter mentally groaned waiting for the clock to turn a minute forward, leaving only one more period in his day before he could finally leave this hell hole.

Ignoring the way his mouth watered just thinking about food, he quickly packed his bag heading to his Algebra class. And then he was free to eat as much as he wanted. He could practically smell the fast food restaurants across the block, specifically targeted for hungry teenagers.

Peter decided that right after the bell he would find a McDonalds and just eat. The next forty-five minutes felt like forever, trapped in a hot sweaty classroom with a substitute teacher who was teaching them basic Algebra instead of the normal Pre-Calculus, randomly choosing students to answer questions and marking them up if they got it wrong.

So Peter was annoyed.

It was hot, being a summer June day with the typical unbearable New York heat of at least eighty degrees.

Sixth period was gym and everyone around him stank.

He was so hungry.

He contemplated eating his paper but that would be hard to explain if he was caught. And weird in general.