IronDad One Shots // IronDad And SpiderSon

5 times Peter showed his powers in school +1 time he was forced to

5.

Cars had an interesting stigma around the school. If you owned one, then the chances of you being rich was high. If you didn't own own? You were considered dirt at the undersides of shoes to the people who did. The only students that owned cars or borrowed them every morning for school in Peter's year were Flash Thompson, a few of his irrelevant (and highly annoying) friends and an old friend of Peter's, Harrison Osbornfield. This is mainly due to these kids being born before a lot of the other kids, leading them to get a license before everyone else.

It wasn't an incredibly big deal to others, but for some reason it was the world to the car owners. Which also meant that they would show off their vehicles any chance they got.

Keys were twirled in the fingers, horns were honked, and in a less subtle way; they screamed the lyrics from the latest Taylor Swift with all of the windows rolled down. It made the egos of the owners skyrocket to unknown heights when someone would compliment the hunk of metal spray painted to look pretty.

Unfortunately, it also caused their attention to the road to lessen, and some inevitable curbs scraped, poles bumped, and near misses with others.

-.-

Peter was walking with his friends as he usually did in the morning. The teen would take the train to the nearest stop and wait by Delmars for Ned, then they'd take a five minute detour to catch up with MJ who would always be creating some kind of playlist for every mood she had. Then, they would speedwalk to catch up on the five minutes they lost, buy some snacks, and stroll into their classes as soon as the bell rung.

"Pete, hold my books for a second," MJ said, giving him the second hand textbooks everyone used as she knelt down to tie her shoelace. Ned did the same; noticing that his Jordans had come loose and a bit scuffed. He cleaned the tips of the shoes and began tying the strings.

Peter turned around to watch people go by, knowing that for some odd reason his friends never took any shorter than a few minutes when doing simple knots.

In an instant, his stomach flipped and chills shot down his spine, spidey senses going batshit crazy. He sucked in his breath, eyes glazing around, trying to spot the trouble.

He strained his ears and tuned them to some kind of melody in the distant. Madonna filled his ears.

Flash, definitely.

He focused his eyes to see as far as they could, fishing for his glasses that he rarely used anymore in his pockets. After the spider bite he didn't need the prescription lens anymore, but they helped him when he was trying to focus too hard on background details.

Pressing the circular shaped frames on his nose, he waited as his eyes adjusted themselves. Flash had the roof of his convertible down, his sunglasses reflected a bright shine. He was singing along to Material Girl, his favorite song. He obviously wasn't paying attention to the road, his attention too focused on making his head bounce to the rhythm, and moving his free hand to the beat.

What was his speed? Forty? Fifty? Whatever it was, if he were to brake suddenly for whatever reason, he wouldn't be able to stop himself in time. But the goosebumps on his arm told him that there was something else, something missing.

A stone skidded into the road, followed by a cry of delight, and manic footsteps. Peter knew what was going to happen.

To say it all happened so far was an understatement. Peter had dropped the books, ran into the road at a speed he wasn't aware he even had, reached his arms out and shoved the freshman out of harms way. Just like he predicted, Flash didn't stop in time, he screamed as he slammed his foot on the brake, but it was no use.