"You guys are assholes." Part 2.

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So I forgot to give the teacher a name. It's either Niskeisha, MEghAn, or PAtRicIA.

Mysteriously, when the bubbly group of teenagers and a sleep deprived teacher came back into the bus, they saw MJ and Peter snacking on Dunkin' Donuts and Starbucks.

"Did you two seriously explore the streets of New York while you were supposed to be on this vehicle?" The teacher asked in a bored tone, annoyed that the so far good day was being ruined. MJ sipped her latte with a finger stretched widely. She smacked her lips with a satisfactory look before turning to the teacher.

"Hon," MJ began towards a groaning teacher. She set her drink back into the paper holder while dusting her hands from sugar. "If you think that my ass is gonna stay on this gum infested metal box for three hours without shoving a wad of sugar in my mouth then you are mistaken."

Peter next to her snorted loudly, accidentally spraying his mouth full of cappuccino onto the leather seat in front of him, never getting used to the unexpected sass that would leave his best friend's mouth more often than he would shoot webs in the night sky. He quickly started to wipe up the sticky mess with clusters of napkins much to MJ's amusement.

"Just be quiet for the rest of the journey home and I will consider raising your punishments. You will both have an hour after school detention. I expected more from you two." Niskeisha told them as she wiped her forehead from sweat. She always became exhausted whenever she had to deal with the troublemaking duo.

"Boo-hoo. Cry me a river, bitch."

-.-

Peter and MJ were sitting next to each other in the detention room. They had pulled two chairs up to a single table so they could draw in MJ's sketchbook together. Currently, they were working on Niskeisha's facial expression that someone had caught on camera after she had been called 'bitch'. It was hilarious and started the new segment labelled 'SHOOKETH' off well. This had earned them another half hour, but they decided it was worth it.

"Four thirty, you two can leave now." Niskeisha told them. The two gathered up their belongings and exited the despised room. As they were walking, Peter suddenly stopped, remembering how he left his book in detention. Since they were practically by the entrance, MJ decided to wait for Peter as he headed back to the room to retrieve his beloved novel.

(Ppov- Peters point of view aye)

"Yo, Parker!" Cursing to himself, Peter wondered why Flash was still in the building an hour and a half after school. Pinning it down on some sort of club, Peter turned to face the bully.

"Have fun at Stark's place?" He asked with venom dripping from his tongue. "I can't believe you got to go on that trip instead of me. That was my chance to prove myself to Tony Stark as someone who is better than you in every way. You so don't deserve even catching a glimpse of that building!"

With that, Flash exploded even more than Peter didn't think possible. Punching and kicking the small boy into oblivion, Peter quickly spaced out and travelled into his happy place to resist the urge to roundhouse this asshole back to Monday. Flash only stopping when he heard the squeak of converse running down the polished floor. MJ yanked the bully off with a surprisingly new amount of strength and screamed at him to scram, kicking him in the back to get him going. As no one had ever seen such a forceful side to the usually content teen, he stumbled to his feet, running his back as he sprinted down the desolate halls and out of the fire escape.

MJ threaded her arm around Peter's back and hoisted him up, supporting him from falling.

   "I swear to god," MJ seethed as she leaded him to take another step. He stumbled and she caught him. "I'm gonna kill Flash. I'll put cyanide in his caprisun, I'll poison his pot noodles, I'll-"

    "MJ, chill," Peter wheezed as he paused walking for a moment. "There are cameras everywhere, if someone watches the tapes then you might be sent to jail or something."

    "Don't give a fuck." She nudged him gently to continue and they resumed the long trudge to the entrance. "So, Tower or May?"

   "May would totally freak out if she saw me and I really don't wanna see her face when she looks sad so I guess the Tower."

   "I'll call an Uber." MJ smiled gently, dimples showing as she brought out her phone. Too weak to deny or apologise, he simply leant against her tall frame into a side hug as the other teen began to search and call a five star. Positioning him in the seat in a comfortable posture, she shut the door and waved to him as he was driven down the street.

   "Girlfriend?" The man behind the wheel asked while wiggling his waxed eyebrows.

   "No," Peter said as he chuckled softly, turning his head to keep a strong view of MJ. "She's just a friend. But she's the greatest girl I've ever met. Well, besides from my aunt."

   "Uh-huh. Sure," the driver said in a singsong tone leaving Peter slightly confused. In other words, the driver knows what's up.

    Peter shut the door behind him, texted MJ to give the man a five star, and hobbled through the entrance and headed straight for his bedroom. Unfortunately, his room seemed to be heavily guarded. What made the situation even worse was that the so-called guards happened to go by the names of Clint, Natasha and Wanda. Any chance of sneaking past the trio of superhumans flew out the window like Peter shooting a web from one building to another.

   "Peter, there you are," Wanda grinned as she bounded over to him. "After what your friend said to us we - wait, what happened to your face?" She gently placed her hands on his chin for a split second, only for Peter to flinch back, not used to being touched gently by the woman.

   "That looks bad Pete," Clint piped up as he headed closer, his fatherly instincts surfacing.

    "Jesus Christ!" Natasha exclaimed, seeing Peter's eye as a purplish black shade, completely swollen shut.

    "Bucky's here?" Peter joked, trying to distract them.

    "Yes, I am. And I want to know who hurt you." Bucky said, coming down from a shelf in the wall. Peter wondered how he got there in the first place but didn't ask.

   "No one. I'm fine." Peter mumbled. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and smiled to himself.

"Said little bitch,
you can't fuck with me,
If you wanted to.
These expensive, these is red bottoms,
These is bloody shoes."

    He fished out his phone and answered, hearing the melodic voice on the receiver. Using that as an excuse to escape the situation, he limped around the small assembly of heros and ducked into his room, avoiding all looks.

    "Hey MJ. Can you copy my homework? For what class? Wait... we had homework?!"

    "If you lot don't say sorry to that kid in the next twenty four hours then I'm legally allowed to kill you all." Bucky declared as soon as Peter left the room.

    "Bucky, that's not how it works-"

    "Yes it is. And anyways, you had it coming, 'cause you guys are assholes."
-.-
  
    Peter had been on the phone to Michelle Jersey Jones for two and a half hours. Each time Tony would check the cameras, he would see Peter with a cell phone against his ear while doing all kinds of weird things. First it was doing yoga on his bed, about ten minutes later he was practising ping pong against a wall, and soon he had created a swing from the ceiling and was carelessly swinging backwards and forwards, occasionally swinging high enough to kick the ceiling.

    Tony eventually abandoned the monitor and headed back towards the rest of the Avengers. Grabbing the full coffee pot, Tony opened his whiskey and evened out the drink before pouring the drink into a mug and relaxing into his favourite couch in the lounge.

    "Hey Tones," Cap said as the stressed billionaire sat down. "Has the kid finished up yet? I really wanna make amends as soon as possible."

    "He's still talking to MJ," Tony said as he wiped his face with his hand somewhat harshly. "That girl who put us in our place. Ugh, I can't believe it took the harsh words of a fifteen year old to realise how cruel we were. We didn't even recognise that the kid was being bullied for Christ's sake!"

    "How do you know he's being bullied?" Sam asked, putting down his healthy shake and picking up his StarkTablet. Although he would never openly admit it, he much rather preferred the use of Tony's own developed electronics as they were easier to use and were more environmentally friendly, as opposed to the leading brand.

    "He comes in with a purple face, looking like a goddamn grape or a certain villain I know, it's pretty obvious." Natasha reasoned, fiddling with her fingers nervously.

    "But he surely would've fought back," Sam continued.

    "Maybe he just doesn't want to expose himself. Maybe he was too weak to fight back before he got his powers so how if he fought back it would be suspicious. Or maybe something else is stopping him. Whatever it is, I wanna know all about it."

    Pretty soon, they group of Avengers heard the unfeasible sound of Peter's loud sneakers hitting the floor. They turned their heads to see Peter, still on the phone, reaching for an apple.

    "So I said, 'Yo, it just so happens that I swing both ways!' I'm telling ya, MJ, it's my greatest line yet. You should've seen the look on his face - Priceless!" He tossed the apple high in the air before catching it right in his mouth, the oversized fruit bulging out of his face.

    "Peter, turn that phone off for a minute, we wanna talk to you." Bucky said in his most firm but kind voice. Peter said a quick goodbye as he ended the call and switched his phone off, giving the team his full attention.

    "Pete, kid, we just wanted to tell you how sorry we are-"

    "Words literally can't describe how guilty we are-"

     "For even thinking of harming you in anyway-"

    "And we even acted on that, Peter, we hurt you-"

    "We hurt, as your friend said, our equal. We hurt a team member-"

    "We hurt someone who means just as much to the team as Cap or Tony, or someone even more-"

    "Kid, the potential you have is insane. You can do anything, be anything, and I feel horrible knowing that I probably made you think otherwise. Hell, we all are-"

    "What we did was completely out of line and totally unforgivable. So, if you hate us. . . That'll be fine because we deserve it-"

    "But we just wanted you to know,"

    "We're so sorry," The team was struggling not to break down. They had seen crazy sights, experienced crazy things. They weren't usually emotional. The sheer sadness and guilt that dropped from their voice, combined with the glassy reflection in their eyes, Peter soon found himself hugging the team of heroes, happy that the jokes were finally going to end.

    "Ugh, enough emotions. Let's watch a movie. I'm thinking Star Trek?" Peter grinned at the changed people in front of him. Tony rested his arm across the boys shoulders and guided him towards the cinema room.

   "I thought you were into Star Wars," Bucky asked with a brow raised. Peter simply shrugged.

    "I'm not really. Ned was really just crazy about it and I wanted to have something else in common with him to geek out about."

     The night ended in watching randomly selected movies and an unhealthy amount of junk food.







Wooooooshhhhhh finally. This took wayyyyyyy too long to the point where it psychically hurts to re-read this shit. Ah well. 68k reads... Niiceeeee. Let's get it to 70!!! Skoopdidifloop.

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