Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

snitches end up in ditches

If there was anything that Peter Benjamin Parker was good at, it was being prepared. His aunt didn't raise a weak bitch, and the lowest of forms for being in such a top-notch school was not having a pencil. His red and blue pencil case was filled with an excessive amount of mechanical pencils, pens, highlighters, whatever school-appropriate utensil you could think of. And he only carried mechanical ones, because if using a regular Ticondegore pencil was for the weaklings. Mechanical pencils were a luxury that was easy to afford. And who the fuck carries pencil sharpeners with them 24/7? Certainly not this bitch™️.

And let's face it, everyone knew that Flash was a dick. He had this personality where he'd say shit about you at any given moment, for instance, if you talked to a member of the opposite sex community, he'd screech that the two of you were dating, insult you, and then beg you for help when he desperately needed it. Cowardism at it's finest.

And this was the case on a sweaty Tuesday afternoon in what happened to be Peter's least favorite class. Nothing against Spanish, but he couldn't understand it, no matter how hard he tried, and he came to the point where with all the stuff about nukes and wars, he doesn't give a dang anymore.

And Flash had to go out of his undignified way to poke Peter on the shoulder and hiss, "Yo penis, pass me a pencil would ya?"

Peter rolled his eyes retorting, if you want someone to do something for you, might want to not insult them in the same sentence, but that's none of his my business.

He handed Flash a pencil from his pencil case, his least favorite one because he didn't want anyone to take any of his top-notch quality pencils. And at the end of the class, he was about to turn and ask Flash for his pencil back when the annoying ass wasn't in his seat! He left! With Peter's pencil! BRUH!

Peter sighed, somewhat expecting that as he packed up and headed back to his second home, aka Stark Tower. He'd get back at Flash somehow. That musty lil bitch boy.

This was the memory that was playing in Peter's head on a loop. Vengeance was needed. He commented out of the blue, "Flash throws this wild, crazy party at the end of every school year and he invited literally everyone in our school and this year, I'm gonna call the cops ahead of time and shut it down."

Tony replied, "No homo, but that kid's a dick. But what makes this year so special?"

Peter's eyes hardened as he explained, "I let him borrow a pencil and he never gave it back."

Tony gave Peter a concerned™️ look, "That's a lot of pent up anger over just one pencil."

Peter snapped his fingers deep in thought, "It was a mechanical pencil."

Tony knowingly nodded, "You may proceed. Please do."

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