as lunch time rolled around I decided i wasn't all that hungry and made my way to the range for extra target practice time. but, as i was crossing the field i noticed my good buddies the lost boys gathered in a circle kicking at something. or as i soon found out,,,,, someone.
"hey! what the hell are you guys doing back up!" i pushed them all back as they continued laughing.
"awe c'mon (y/n) we're just havin a lil fun with ol' hook hand over here" i looked at them confused and then turned to look at the body laid behind me.
"hook hand?" and there it was, a hook, but it wasn't attached to his body?
"yeah remember the guy that would mess with our uncle peter? thats his weak little son!" i stared at them in awe but then my blood started to boil as I realized something.
"w e a k? says you! if this were fair game you'd be folded like a lawn chair in seconds and you know that! but because he cant fight back due to school rules you think you're a buncha tough guys eh? pathetic." and with that, i hoisted the unconscious boy over my shoulder and trudged all the way up to my room so i can inspect the damage that had been done.
