Peter's POV
I slowly get up. My mind racing and my palms sweating. Surely that wasn't me. There has to be some reasonable explanation for this. Like the heat melted the locks. Cuz that can't have been me.
I'm Spiderman, I have spider-like powers. I've never heard of a spider with telekinesis. Therefore, it's a coincidence. A really odd coincidence.
Yup.
I'm fine.
Totally.
This is great.
Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?
I stumbled back into maths and pretended like nothing happened. What am I on about? Nothing happened. I'm just your normal teenage boy with spider powers, I don't have telekinesis, that would be ridiculous and unbelievable.
Yep.
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"How was school kiddo?"
"Fine. Not as in not good. But not bad. But still good. Everything is good nothing weird or different everything is fine and normal and good and perfect and good and fine and have I already said that doesn't matter cuz everything is -"
"Fine. I get it kiddo. All seems totally normal," Mr Stark interrupted, his words dropping with sarcasm. " you seem perfectly fine. "
"Thanks?"
" Now, Chinese or pizza? "
00:30 great, I've been trying to understand this since I left the table 4 and a half hours ago.
I'm so tired and stressed and my head is killing me. I feel like my brain is on overload. Thoughts are everywhere like a flock of pigeons flying toward bread crumbs. I'm tired and stressed and angry and scared and upset and I just want everything to-
"STOP!"
All of a sudden there is an explosion and the wall in front of me collapses giving me a clear view of Bucky wearing reading glasses doing a sudoku.
"Peter?!"
Not again!
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Fuck it I'm doing 4 parts.
I have a genetic thing from my dad that I get really bad migraines and I can't write anymore.
Hope you guys enjoyed.
See you tommorow!
