Little Peter-man

You're a Bully Flash.

Flash is bullying Peter. He starts to pick on Ned which was the wrong thing to do and he educates him on what it truly means to be a hero.

"What are you going to do bout it? Go cry to your dad?" the crowed all gasped as he let out a hearty laugh. Peter was hoping that flash wasn't going to say what he thought next, and then the barrier around his heart just snapped open and he said it "Oh, that's right. You don't have a dad" white crossed in Peter's eyes and he moved forward with his fist raised but a sweaty chubby one caught it before it even moved from beside his hip

"Peter. Come on man, let's go" Thank god for people, no, friends like Ned. Peter nodded with his head down "Oh here we go. let the fags through" Flash called after the two "Daddy not here to protect you so you need your fat fag of a shit to come rescue you, that it?" Peter could hear the smirk behind his words. Being called a Fag on a daily bases wasn't as bad by other people but people like flash? he just made the whole world bad by being in it, fag or no. Peter hated him, and if it weren't for.

One; Ned being right next to him, practically dragging his ass outta there he would go over there and smash Flashes face in, because, call Peter a fag all you want. mess with Ned or his friends and you wont be messing with anyone for a long time.

And two; If he were to punch Flash in the perfect square shaped nose of his then he would be flying right across the room right into a locker, which would probably kill him. and Peter didn't want that on his conscious. Bully or not Flash was still human and using his Spidey powers against a bully like him was just not what he was about. Granted, Peter had to hold back a smile every time Flash shoved him into a locker and raised a fist to punch him because he knew something that Flash would never find out.

He was Spider-man, whats even funnier is that Flash Adores spider-man, absolutely loves him, so much that if you were to say something against him your head would be up someones ass. Which Peter found amusing. 'Flash would flip out if he knew' Peter once said to Ned, he nodded and laughed 'Then maybe he would think twice about messing with you, and maybe actually get a life?' That made them both laugh. But not this, he had gone too far this time. Peter held his head low, not in shame from the words being called out, but to hide the tears that brimmed his eyes. "Awwww look at that, the fag is crying" Flash lifted his hands in a fake surrender "But he doesn't have a mum or a dad to cry to now does he" Flash mocked. The white was back, Peter turned back and started his way towards Flash, mad beyond words, Ned grabbed him by the waist but with his super strength he did nothing but make him take an extra step to the side to not fall.

A flash of fear ran through Flash's eyes and he took a step back. Peter was now a breath away from his face. Flash's height did nothing to halt Peter and neither did Ned. "You have one chance to walk away. Right now Flash. Or I swear to god i will smash your face so hard into the concrete they wont even know who the body is" Flash took a step back as did the crowd. Was this really Peter? Peter Parker? The boy who was all smiles and jokes, science nerd and friend to everyone in the school? They all must have realised that Flash took it a step to far for Peter to actually threaten Flash. "Now Flash" Peters eyes seemed to glow almost red.
He stuttered "Ye-yeah. So-Sorry" and took a step back slowly and nodded. The air around the whole group seemed to deflate as Flash took his step back, the boys behind him, 'Flash's groupy' as Peter called them looked between Flash and Peter and seeing their leader back down they too took steps back.

"Peter?" Oh yeah, Ned. Peter looked down to see his best friend hugging his waist like his life depended on it "Can I let go now?" It was a joke and made Peter smile, despite himself. He nodded and Ned let go, trying to uncrinkle his dress shirt that his mum had bought him for his birthday. It was casual but also fancy, definitely school appropriate. Peter sighed and shook his head, suddenly tired and didn't see the fist coming towards his face until he was on the floor cradling his red cheek. Ned had fallen to the ground too, probably in an attempt to keep Peter up. What worried him the most was that he didn't sense it coming.
Felling the hair stick up on the back of his neck just before someone shot at him with a gun, sure no problem. Jumping out of the way as someone threw a knife at him again, not a worry. But as soon as flash was involved, all sense of power that he once had as spider-man flew out the window and he was left on the floor holding his cheek in pain.

Ned was up first, "Back off man, he hasn't even done anything to you" Peter was still on the floor, eyes wide with shock then the shock turned to anger and he jumped up making his head swim but Ned was there to hold him up by the arm. "Come on Parker, you really think that, *that* is going to stop me? What even was that? Did you finally come to terms with your pussy? Pussy Parker?" He laughed. Flash must admit that in that moment he was slightly afriad of Peter but then he laughed it off and called himself out on it , his dad was way scarier than that. His dad left him pissing himself, all Peter did was give him a little fright, if that. The punch surprised him though, he hadn't felt his hand move, the muscles clench into a ball and his fist fly to hit skin.

Flash was just as shocked as Peter was. But he didn't show it, no why would he show it? His father would hit him if he showed his fear. "Come on Parker!" He shouted "You think you can take me wimp?" His group moved forward a step to regain the ground that they lost in Peters rage. "You have no idea flash" Peter began "Dealing with your shit everyday I've grown sort of immune to it" He had struck a chord and flash knew it "Well by the looks of your pink cheek and bleeding lip I would say that you haven't. Come at me Fag, I know you love it" Peter started towards him, walking slowly and calm, his cheek throbbing and his fists clenched. Flash dropped his knees and pulled up his fists, the others moving around him "Come on Fag, come lick my fist"

"Do you like doing this Flash?" Peter asked "Do you like making my life a living hell? I come home everyday and my aunt who works three jobs to support us has to worry about me getting bullied at school. shes 78 Flash." Hurt crossed Flashes eyes but he pushed it away, he had loved his grandmother and when she died he left with her. He knew how that felt. "Making your life hell is the only reason why I come to school Maggot" Peter sighed, not having raised his tone he continued
"You can say what you like about me, call me a fag, I don't care, but my parents Flash?" Peter stopped right in front of him again, and Flash didn't move. Peter spoke again. "I never got to meet my parents Flash, They left me with my aunt and uncle when I was a child, I don't care what you father does to you, but you have a Father, you have a mother. I don't, I have my aunt" Peter took a step forward and Flash took a step back "I only have my aunt. And it hurts so much to see her having to worry about me after working her three jobs. She comes home tired, all I can do is make dinner and clean the house, because you know why Flash? My uncle is dead too. He died trying to do the right thing, trying to be a hero, you know like spider-man? The one who you look up to like a god, my Uncle did the right thing, tried to save a life. So go. keep punching me, keep thinking your the hero you want to believe you are. But I know, I know your not a hero Flash."

Flash was against the locker now, and Peter had his fist on his chest. He tried to move away, to push Peters hand away from his chest but he could't. He frowned, since when was scrawny Penis Parker so strong? His chest actually started to hurt and he looked up from the fist on his chest to Peters eyes.
Rage.
Maybe he had overstepped.
"You can say what you want about me Flash, I don't care. You can punch and kick me to your hearts desire, but mention my parents again and there will be no Hospital on this Earth that could put your head back together" For effect Peter smashed the green locker that Flash was against. The door swung and fell off, a small hand print in the middle of it. Now Flash was sacred.  and he surrendered peacefully this time while nodding "Sure man, Whatever"

Peter pushed off him and walked over to Ned where his friend was there with a worried smile, but proud all in all. "Flash. Spider-man is a hero, My Uncle was a hero, My dad was a hero. If you look up to Hero's so much, why are you such a bully?" Flash just tutted and hit his friend on the arm and walked away "Whatever"

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