Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

{AU} Bad Kinda Boy

I don't know if you'd call this an AU but I'm changing Peter's character so...yeah. He's a bad boy now :)

You didn't think you were a nerdーyou had perfect vision and teeth so no need for glasses or braces, and you weren't exactly acing every class and hanging on the teacher's every wordーbut that didn't stop the bullying. It was probably because you were such an easy target: emotional with no friends to speak of.

Speaking of, you could see your favorite bully walking towards you. Flash looked particularly annoyed, not that he ever seemed to be anything but when you were curled up defenseless on the ground. You tensed as he shoved you into your locker. Thankfully it was closed otherwise he would've tried to shove you inside, even if that meant he had to break a few bones to fit.

"Hey nerd," he said, grinning smugly.

"Hello Flash," you whispered, scared to look him in the eyes. He must've thought you were trying to be funny because he picked you up by your shirt and glared. You gasped and grabbed his wrists to stop your shirt from ripping (this wouldn't be the first time).

"I didn't say you could talk!" He abruptly dropped you and, too surprised to catch yourself, you hit the floor with a thud. He laughed as you struggled to keep the tears at bay. If nothing else you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. He delivered a swift kick to your stomach and you curled up, feeling on the verge of vomiting. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't stop the tears. He kicked you a few more times, scoring a hit on your nose that sent a shock through you. Blood spurted out and you tried to block it with your hands only to get them kicked as well.

"I'm feeling much better," Flash chuckled, hands on his hips like he just finished a refreshing jog. "See you in class loser." Then he walked off, purposely bumping you as he left.

You lay shaking on the ground, blood dripping from your hands as you held them over your nose. Nobody paid you any mind as they walked by, only mildly inconvenienced at your body blocking the hall. You weren't sure how long you laid there, but by the time you summoned the courage to get up the hall was empty and your tears had dried.

You shambled to your class, desperate to stop the blood from falling on the floor. Some poor custodian would have to clean up your mess and you didn't want to ruin anyone else's day. The teacher looked up upon your entrance with a frown.

"And why are you late?" You looked around the class to find Flash staring at you, an evil look in his eyes.

"I- I, um..." You looked down. Then the teacher noticed the blood on your hands and rushed over.

"What are you doing here? Go get that nose cleaned up!" He ushered you out the door, a sympathetic look on his face.

You took your time in the bathroom, partially because your nose wouldn't stop bleeding (you wondered if it was broken) but mostly because you didn't want to go back to class when Flash was there. He didn't stop terrorizing you even in the classroom, but he was careful to do it when the teacher's back was turned.

Why couldn't you stand up for yourself? You couldn't keep going like this, eventually he would take it too far and you'd end up in the hospital. You didn't want something stupid like that to ruin his future. Looking down at your sad excuse for sneakers, you clenched your fists. Next time you'd tell him to leave you alone. Your hands unclenched. But he wouldn't listen to you. He'd just laugh in your face. Why did high school have to be such a nightmare?

When you finally composed yourself (and realized class was almost over), you left the bathroom only to bump into someone. "Sorry," you squeaked, squeezing your eyes shut.