Timshel

vi - Stuck on Repeat

warnings: high schoolers being high schoolers

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"Holy shit!" The boy next to Peter yells as Flash grabs his cheek.

Peter is on you in an instant as a small ground gathers, holding your arms behind your back as you breathe through your nose.

"What happened here?" An older man with a beard and glasses pushes through the crowd. You watch as Flash straightens up and smiles, patting his cheek.

"Nothing, Mr. Harrington, y/n here is new, I was offering to take her on a tour, and she got a little defensive."

You watch as this boy lies through his teeth and the teacher looks wearily between you two.

"Is this true?" He asks, staring at the way Peter was holding you back.

"Yes," Peter nods, dropping your hands.

"Yes," you repeat what Peter says, nodding at the teacher.

"Well, why doesn't Peter give her a tour? And then they can go home for the day, maybe come back tomorrow after some deep breathing exercises."

There was a loud ringing and you watched as the crowd that surrounded you began to disperse to the rooms throughout the hallway.

"Flash, you and Ned should go to class," Mr. Harrington says.

Ned. You watch as Flash's shoulders hunch in defeat, you furrowed your eyebrows at the look he gave you before he walked down the hallway, slipping into a room.

"We having our marathon tonight?" Ned asks Peter and he nods.

"Marathon? Why would you run a marathon tonight?"

"No, it's, we're seeing Star Wars, who are you by the way?" Ned asks, looking at Peter with a curiosity, like he knew something that he wasn't letting on about.

"I'm-," 147. The numbers were right on the tip of your tongue.

"y/n, she's Happy's daughter."

"Happy has a kid?"

"Yes Ned," Peter sighs, "she's joining us for the marathon, so you can meet her properly there."

"I am?" You interrupt.

"Ned, class," Mr. Harrington demands, his voice is trying to sound authoritative but it's nothing like Nadia's strong demanding voice. You wonder how people listen to him, how he is supposed to be the voice of authority.

Ned nods, walking towards another door before Mr. Harrington turns to you.

"I know Flash can be, well a little weird, so I'm sorry if he was with you, but just, you can't hit anyone here. So just you know, remember that for next time."

You were shocked, to say the very least, they wouldn't take you to room eleven, they wouldn't punish you, you were supposed to get in trouble. The guy waves his hand and walks off to a classroom.

"Mr. Harrington is sort of a pushover," Peter explains.

"Oh."

You're acutely aware of Peter's hand on your arm still, watching as it slides down to your hand, spreading his fingers out and interlocking them with your own.

"I thought we couldn't do that," you look back up at Peter. There's pride, there's worry, there's something scared in his features.

His grip on your hand tightens, "just don't want you punching Flash in the face again."

"Right," you nod, "I'm sorry."

"He's a jerk, but I usually just ignore him."

"Why? You could take him in a fight you're-,"