Poor Peter Parker // Irondad

Chapter 21

hey guys guess who's writing this chapter while on hold because the college she has to go to sucks and she doesn't even want to go there :D

also: alert, be prepared for mild non-Steve-friendly language cadets ;D

+ alert: this entire chapter is a mess of stupid prankage 😂 please don't set a high expectation, this is the most adventurous I've been with my chapter-plot-writing

__Ned POV __
(wow this is unusual and exciting)

Walking into the Avengers Tower literally felt like I was walking right into heart of the Death Star: everyone knows what it is, everyone loves it, it's badass, and iTS FREAKING COOL.

Tons of people are hustling about, shuffling papers or hurrying from one side of the lobby to the next. I guess people don't wait around here. However, the only person I see sitting is MJ waiting in the lounge area. I walk up to her, "MJ!" I call out, waving.

She pulls her head out of her book, her hair falling in her face (per usual). MJ's face lights up when she sees me (and by 'lights up' I mean she looks 1% less murderous than she did before). "Sup." She hums and stuffs her book into her backpack.

"Why didn't you go upstairs yet?" I ask as we start to make our way to the elevator.

"There was no way I was sending 'noodle' to the group chat." She sighs annoyedly. In all reality, I think she just didn't want to go up alone. To be fair, neither would I.

That's when we hear it. It's like nails on a chalkboard, styrofoam rubbing together, the sound your shoe makes when it skids across the school's linoleum floor too fast and leaves that weird black mark that you really hope will go away by just wiping your foot over it (Anyone else? No? Just me? Besides the point)—

Flash.

"Hey, losers!" Flash calls out from across the lobby. Everyone in the lobby pauses annoyedly for a small second, rolling their eyes at him. Flash doesn't even seem to notice.

"That's my line, jackass." MJ shoots back as Flash approaches.

Shitshitshitshitshit. I yank out my phone, typing furiously:

__Ned's Phone__

Ned
NOUSLE
NOODULE
BOOSLE
NDODI
DNOEEME
DISNSOW
NSOWKE

Peter
wut

Ned
NOODLE*

Peter
ON MY WAY

__Ned__

Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I look up to see the smug face of Flash Thompson. "What are you two freaks doing here?" He snorts and tries to act like he's fixing the cuffs to his stupid grey blazer.

"None of your business, jackwad." MJ spits in his direction as she turns his back on him, facing the elevator.

Then Flash makes the worst decision imaginable.

I watch with fear, anger, terror, and even more fear as Flash Thompson grabs the ponytail of Michelle Jones.

First of all: What is this, third grade?

Second of all: Does Flash WANT to lose a finger?!

It happens in a split second—MJ reaches both her hands up onto her ponytail where Flash is holding it and she spins around, so now she's facing Flash and holding his wrist. She places her right hand on top of his head and slams his nose right down into her left kneecap, sending a deafening crack echoing through the buzzing room. Everyone flinches, but no one stops working.