Stories Focussed On Spider-Man

Can't Lie Your Way Out of a Missing Limb P3

Info: aight, P3 was requested by -trxnswriter

"Hey, Ned!" Peter chirped, awfully chipper for what was sure to be a strange morning as he approached his best friend's locker.

"Hey, Webhead," the other boy returned, not needing to look back to know it was Peter, and so successfully preserving the flow of replacing books.

Peter's face screwed up at the name. While he had been referred to as a 'webhead' before, his pal had never used it. "You're going to take full nickname advantages, aren't you?"

"The fullest," Ned confirmed, a devilish smirk residing on his features as he finally spared a glance to make eye contact with the teenage vigilante.

"Loser Number One, Loser Number Two," MJ greeted when Ned closed his locker, startling them both. She let the corners of her mouth tug upwards at Peter's taken aback expression. "I thought you had that Peter Tingle, Spider-Boy."

"Spider Sense," he corrected automatically. "We're not going with Peter Tingle. It just sounds wrong."

"You're the only one who doesn't like it," Ned snickered.

"I won't give in to peer pressure!" the hero exclaimed dramatically, earning a smirk from the girl and a laugh from his fellow LEGO lover. The loud comment attracted a few more stares, not that they weren't getting some already. Staring was the price for being a superhero or a superhero's friend.

"So, Spider-Man?" a new voice questioned. The trio turned and saw Betty and Abe standing there. Peter gave Abe a fist bump with his metal fist. It was awesome.

"Yeah, it's crazy, but it's been my life for a while," Peter shrugged.

"It's probably overwhelming now that everyone knows," Betty concluded. "I'm intrigued to see how it all got started, but that's probably just the curious reporter in me. You can ignore Reporter Betty if you want to."

"Thanks, I'll have to fill you in sometime when there aren't so many ears around. I'd like a part of it to stay off the record for now," Peter agreed.

"Of course, it was probably really tough and personal," Betty nodded. Something told the hero that the reporter had come to the correct conclusion about why he started moonlighting in spandex.

"You're not wrong," Peter huffed. He adjusted his backpack straps on his shoulder.

"We won't keep you from class," Abe said after a moment. He gave his shorter friend a small pat on the head, as one does. "Just, uh, stay safe. I've seen some of the stuff you get into on the news. We're all worried about you now."

"And rightfully so," Ned chimed in, successfully giving his two cents. "You should see how many times he gets sh-"

A hand clamped over Ned's mouth. "I'll try my best," Peter said, his smile strained. The duo laughed nervously and nodded, making their way to their shared first period.

"To Chem?" Ned squeaked in suggestion when his ability speak was regained.

"To Chem!" Peter confirmed, confidently looping his prosthetic through his friend's appendage and pointing ahead. Hey, if people were going to part like the Red Sea for him, he had to take advantage of it.

"Later, losers," MJ chuckled turning off to go to her respective class.

"Bye, MJ!" Peter called over his shoulder, earning himself an eyebrow wiggle from Ned and a horrendous shade of red on his treacherous cheeks. "Oh, shut up, Ned."

"I didn't say anything," Ned laughed.

Approximately two minutes later, they had successfully arrived on time for class. "So, that's the story of how raccoon gave me directions on patrol," Peter finished as he sat down.

"You get into some weird crap, dude," Ned commented as he pulled out his notebook, the vigilante following suit and flipping to where the class had left off previously.

"Yeah, I know. It's one of the best parts of the job," Peter agreed.

"Mr. Parker," Mr. Harrison greeted, coming to stand in front of his student's desk.

"Hey, Mr. Harrison," said boy returned.

"I just wanted to thank you in person for DC."

Peter blinked. He didn't know what he was expecting, but this wasn't it. "Uh, no problem. I, heh, was in the neighborhood."

"One of the people you saved last week was my aunt," another student piped up. "Thanks, Spidey!"

"Oh-uh, yeah, don't mention it."

"Dude, my mom's coworker was almost mugged and you saved him last month."

"Really? You're welcome, I guess."

"My uncle's cousin's best friend almost got ran over!"

"My second cousin got lost!"

"My little sister was being bullied!"

Something warm nestled inside Peter's heart. Sure, he hadn't directly helped most of the people here, but Spider-Man had made a huge difference. Peter smiled. He could get used to this feeling.