Peter Parker's Plentiful Problems

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Peter set a stopwatch when he first got home. From the second he stepped into the door, to the moment Ned stopped his steady stream of screeching, screaming, staring off into space, and stream of never ending questions.

As it turns out, the never ending questions ended in a little bit over two hours. Longer than Peter had the energy for. He'd convinced Ned to write all of them down, so that Peter could just go through them like a quiz and answer them all, a recent method they'd come up with to not overwhelm Peter, and to still get all the required answers.

Ned's pencil finally dropped on the tenth minute past two, leaving Peter with three more pages to fill out, front and back. He let out a sigh, rubbing his eyes to keep them focused. The things he did out of the kindness of his heart..

"You are going back next week, right?" Ned poked Peter's now sore arm from writing so much.

It reminded him to switch hands, so he passed the pencil over to his right hand and began writing again.

"I think so..?" Peter brushed a lock of hair out of his face, the loudest noise he could hear being the washer than held his suit down the hall.

It was always so rattily, and made him anxious when May used it at night for some reason. Still, it worked, so he wouldn't be complaining.

"You totally should! I wonder if you could find the other Captain America sock" Ned held up the one they'd found in the gift basket, which in all honesty, wasn't looking the cleanest.

"I wasn't the one who found that stuff, you know. If you actually read the answers I gave you, you'll meet Harley and Harry. The dumbasses who put most of it together. Well, mostly Harley on the dumbass part. You know Harry" Peter placed his focus back on the paper, jotting down a 'no' on the question "did you get to motorboat Thor".

"Wait Harry was there?? What the heck was he doing there?!" Ned pulled on Peter's arm again, making the pencil slide a bit on the page.

"Read and find out! If you have anymore questions after, write them down. Until then, I only have two more pages left man. We're going to have to burn these later" Peter yanked his arm back, writing down a 'yes' to 'Did Steve Rodgers make a your mom joke'.

"Okay, okay. Fine. I'll do that. Give me a moment".

The two of them sat in silence, the only (normal hearing level) sounds being pencils scratching on the paper, and the occasionally rumple of the sheets as they flipped to a new page.

Occasionally there were giggles and short bursts of conversation, but when Peter finished writing, he and Ned had more in-depth ones explaining the backstory of some of the responses.

When night rolled around, they were called out for dinner by May (which was her breakfast), and sat down to enjoy some enchiladas.

They talked a bit about the internship, like how Peter got it, what he did while he was there, and other cool questions that Ned had to rescue Peter from before he used tap dancing as an activity like a dumbass.

When they were done, May kissed Ned and Peter goodbye on the forehead, grabbing her bag and heading out. The two of them dove right back on the same topic when she left.

Ned managed to hype Peter up for the next visit by a lot.

The week following went by fairly normally. With no school, and practically no adult supervision, Peter and Ned went around testing limits and exploring places they probably legally probably shouldn't have been able to reach. Peter resumed taking his daily pictures, and snagged a gorgeous one mid-swing in a panic when he saw a man walking in front of a winged bus driving by at night, illuminated by one of those golden-yellow lamppost all over that area.