Marvel One-Shots [NO REQUESTS]

CAREFUL PETER, YOUR SPIDER IS SHOWING

No one likes wasps, that's just how (sane) humans are. So, following that logic, it was no surprise that most of the students in Peter's Biology class slightly freaked out when one flew in through the window, buzzing around their heads. There were only a few people that barely reacted when the annoying bug entered the room. The teacher, mainly because he hadn't noticed and was still drawing a diagram of a mitochondria on the whiteboard.

Michelle didn't mind most insects. She had never been stung before and was rarely bitten by anything. She had even laughed at the other girls before when they ran away from a harmless honey bee. Michelle was also never one to pass up the opportunity to tell the tale of a kid being stung in the eye when following the advice not to move or panick when wasps landed on you. The look of fear in the peoples faces was enough to make her chuckle even in the present day.

Betty, Ned's new (and first) girlfriend, had grown up with a younger sister, a few years difference between them. She was always the one called to get rid of spiders in the bathtub, wasps that had flown in through open windows or dead flies on the windowsill. She never even entertained the idea of being scared of them, to her, it just seemed illogical.

Then there was Peter. Any other day, he would of flinched at the wasp. However, he hadn't had any sleep for almost three days, instead studying for the test next period, and his brain was lagging more than an old IPhone.

He lifted his head up from his desk, annoyed that the commotion over a tiny creature was interrupted his attempt for a nap. Peter glared at the wasp, his eyes following it around the room, as if it was the source for all of his problems.

"And, as we all know, the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the-" Mr Adams turned from the board, seemingly not having heard the commotion all from the wasp, and was nearly hit square in the forehead by the devilish creature, ducking just in time "Holy macaroni and Jesus!" He stood up straight and readjusted his tie. He never like to admit it, but he was deathly afraid of wasps, and if it flew in his direction again there was a large chance he'd screech.

Perhaps it was his sleep-deprived brain giving his dumb ideas or maybe he had always had one half-dead single brain cell. Either way, something made Peter pick up an elastic band that was (for some bizarre reason) on the desk and shoot it directly at the wasp. The bug dropped, dead from the force, and the room fell so silent it was a shock that no one heard it hit the floor.

No one was quite sure how to react. Flash got off the floor, having of dived under his table upon spotting the wasp, and tried to act as if he hadn't done so. MJ raised an eyebrow and continued finishing off her Chemistry homework at the back of the room.

Betty hadn't been paying attention and didn't stop from doing what she had been doing since the start of the lesson, taking pictures of Ned from across the table with silly Snapchat filters to send them to the group chat.

Ned, grinned like a maniac, leaned over to his best friend and whispered "Careful dude, you're Spider is showing."

The teacher's brain froze for a moment, unsure of how to react, but eventually carried on with his painstakingly boring lesson. Peter simply lowered his head onto his notebook again and managed to scavenge half an hour of nap time.

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It wasn't long until Ned realised, there was the chance of such glorious moments as the wasp-elastic band incident (which had become famous throughout their year group) whenever Peter was extremely tired. Of course, Ned wasn't ecstatic when he noticed Peter was exhausted from overdoing his work or spending too much time on patrol, but he did learn to anticipate strange and amusing things.

Another event that would forever be stuck in the back of his mind was undoubtedly what had happened in a P.E class.

Flash, to no one's surprise, was being an asshole. To him it was hilarious to fill a plastic cup from the water fountain with soda and wait for Peter to leave the changing rooms after the class was over. When the door opened, he threw the cup and its contents at Peter's torso.

The red liquid stained his baggy white shirt. Usually, Peter would shrug it off and deal with it later, when no one was staring at him. But this was tired Peter, and tired Peter didn't give a fuck. He took off his shirt, revealing his muscles earned from being Spider-Man part time, and took his spare shirt from his backpack. Without taking in the whispers erupting among the rest of his class, Peter changed his shirt, stuffed his ruined one into his P.E bag and walked off to his next lesson.

Ned watched his friend walk away and decided to tune into what exactly everyone was saying.

"Since when did Parker have abs?"

"Ain't he the guy that shot that wasp?"

"Does anyone have his number?"

He smiled to himself. When Peter finally managed to catch up on sleep, he was going to have some interesting questions to answer.

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Peter had spent most of his weekend sleeping. During his afternoon at the Compound working with Stark, his mentor had picked up on how tired the kid was and ratted him out to Aunt May. Seeing as all of his homework had been finished during the week, he was ordered to stay in bed until he was back to normal. Going against the word of May was essentially signing your own death sentence, so Peter didn't argue.

The moment Monday rolled around and he walked into school, Peter saw a few people he knew from his year whispering. He assumed Flash had embarrassed someone and they were having their fifteen minutes of hell before something even worse happened.

He sat in study hall for his free period, headphones in and blasting the Twenty One Pilot Trench album for the hundredth time wince downloading it.

Peter had taught himself to read lips not too long ago when he got bored and, upon finishing his revision source, decided to find out exactly what the people across the room were saying.

"You missed so much when you were off sick. You know Peter Parker, the kid who beat Flash on the Decathlon team, he shot a wasp out of the air with a fucking elastic band. In one go, he was barely looking as well! The he just went to sleep after like it was nothing!"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah! Then, the day after, Flash stained his short and Parker just changed it in front everyone. He's fuckng ripped, I swear I'm not lying! Ask Jessica, she took a picture when it happened and has it in her hidden folder!"

Peter's face turned beetroot red and quickly looked down. He swore to himself there and then, he'd never mess up his sleep schedule again.

A/N

[PUBLISHED 20/06/2019]

Okay, so this came up in my Pinterest feed and I had to write this even though it's 22:59 right now and I'm tired as shit. I just had to.

To me this isn't that serious of a chapter, sort of a crack chapter, so don't expect this kind a lot. I just got a bit bored and inspired by the idiots on Tumblr.

See you all in the next one!