Marvel and Spider-man Oneshots

"my tables always empty"

There is no plot to this, im just bored and felt like writing this. You'll understand later but, lokis not mentioned to much in this one.

Peytor Lokison, otherwise known as Peter Parker, was sat with his feet on his desk and his seat tilted back. He was taking a nap when his chair squeaked and fell all the way back. He grunted as he stood up, his entire english class laughing at him.

He was the weird emo nerd that no one liked, especially with his straight black hair and emerald green eyes. They didnt like how his skin reflected blue and seemed translucent. They hated that he was so smart, and got away with everything.

He shuffled his big black boots as he fixed his chair, not bothering to glare at everyone like he usually would. He sighed as he fixed his baggy green shirt tucking it into his black ripped jeans. He sat down and rested his head against the cool surface of his desk. He was done with today already.

When the bell rang he got up, anyone who looked at him could see his emerald dagger the hung from his belt. Whenever anyone tried to take it from him it was as if it disappeared, so no one really bothered him about it anymore. 

He made his way over to gym class, not caring to change into gym clothes he sat on the bleachers pulling out a book.

No one cared, so he didnt either. He wished MJ didn't switch over to Bronks and he wishes Ned never got fit and hung out with Flash, but he couldn't change that so he changed himself. He got his nose, eyebrow and lip pierced. He got tattoos of snakes and stopped dying his hair. He stopped wearing coloured contacts as well not caring anymore. 

He smiled as he remembered what Loki told him, 'you're not human. You're a god, act like it.' So he did. 

He was knocked out if his thoughts as a ball came out of no where and hit him straight in the face. He picked the ball up as he became angered, no one liked it when he got angry he was terrifying. 

A soft, "I'm so sorry, I have such terrible a-aim sir." Peter looked over to see a freshman, he looked so much like Peytor.

Peter instead inhaled and smiled, "come over here, don't wanna throw it and hurt you." He sat down again and held the ball out with one hand, the other holding his book. The small male appeared infront of him and smiled, "Thank you! Y-youre not as mean as everyone says you are. I- I'm Emme, pleasure to meet you?" Emme held his hand out for Peter to shake.

Peter studied him for a moment, eventually he shook his hand. "Peter, pleasures all mine Emme, you seem like a nice kid." Peter got up and began walking away, "If you need a space to sit at lunch my tables always empty."

He moved to his final class before lunch, Chemistry, the only class he actually semi-respected.

He walked into the class smiling and waved to the teacher, "Hey mme, how are you doing?" The teacher smiled, "I am doing quite alright! Gym get to much for you again?" I nodded taking a seat.

The teacher moved over to me, cleaning her glasses. "Are you really giving up spider-man?" She asked. Peter never figured out how she knew but just accepted it, "I honestly do not know mme. Tony says i don't deserve to be Spider-man anymore, not after finding out who my father is. Not after i let myself fall back into my old habits."

Mme. sighed, but nodded none the less. She stood up as the bell rang, "i'll make you a new suit, you deserve it after everything you've done, just keep being you."