Peter Parker didn’t mean to crash through the window of his social studies classroom at forty miles an hour. He didn’t mean to skip class either. But that didn’t matter as he lost consciousness slowly as the room looked on. Peter had never been a lucky person. The Parker luck had plagued him throughout his life, with the plane crash that ended his parents lives, the bullet that ended his uncle’s and the spider that ended his as he knew it. But somehow with him lying on the floor passed out with the monster getting away, nobody thought to take off his mask and reveal him. For once in his life, fate smiled on him, and he landed in the same room as Ned Leeds. “Is a superhero crashing into the room an acceptable reason for school to close?” He asked? The social studies teacher slowly nodded, probably in shock, and the students, being high school students filed out of the room cheering. Mr. Garcia, the teacher, came to his senses and followed them, yelling to all of the other classes to evacuate. Spider-Man slowly woke up, rubbing his eyes as he looked around. Ned was right next to him, and MJ, being MJ was walking in, looking bored. “Thanks.” She grumbled. “I had a test next period”. Ned shot her a look and helped Peter up. “You alright? What happened, man?” ~~~~~~~1 hour earlier~~~~~~ BEEEEP. BEEEEP. BEEEEEP. Peters phone was going off. Loudly. It wasn’t even his ringtone, so it wasn’t someone calling him. The French teacher looked annoyed. “Parker, faire taire le tèlèphone, si’l vous plaît”. Flash snickered. “Ouais, putain de visage” Peters ears burned. He tried both silencing it, and turning it off, but nothing worked. If anything, it was getting louder. Madame Couldn’t-Pronounce-Her-Name was losing patience. “Peter, get out and find a way to shut that thing off. Take a hall pass.” “Oui m’dame” He ran into the bathroom, and checked it for notifications, anything. One, which was apparently blowing up his phone. “Emergency Mission Alert. Crisis on the Brooklyn Bridge.” The weird bleeping finally stopped, and Peter groaned. Aunt May would kill him if he missed school, and he had to present that assignment for Language Arts. But apparently it was an emergency, so Peter grabbed the suit out of his locker and slipped out the nearest exit.


Peter Parker didn’t mean to crash through the window of his social studies classroom at forty miles an hour. He didn’t mean to skip class either. But that didn’t matter as he lost consciousness slowly as the room looked on. 
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ididitoem
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Autoplay OFF   •   7 months ago
Chapter one of a longer Mcu fanfic. Will explore concepts in both movies and tv shows.

Peter Parker didn’t mean to crash through the window of his social studies classroom at forty miles an hour. He didn’t mean to skip class either. But that didn’t matter as he lost consciousness slowly as the room looked on. Peter had never been a lucky person. The Parker luck had plagued him throughout his life, with the plane crash that ended his parents lives, the bullet that ended his uncle’s and the spider that ended his as he knew it. But somehow with him lying on the floor passed out with the monster getting away, nobody thought to take off his mask and reveal him. For once in his life, fate smiled on him, and he landed in the same room as Ned Leeds. “Is a superhero crashing into the room an acceptable reason for school to close?” He asked? The social studies teacher slowly nodded, probably in shock, and the students, being high school students filed out of the room cheering. Mr. Garcia, the teacher, came to his senses and followed them, yelling to all of the other classes to evacuate. Spider-Man slowly woke up, rubbing his eyes as he looked around. Ned was right next to him, and MJ, being MJ was walking in, looking bored. “Thanks.” She grumbled. “I had a test next period”. Ned shot her a look and helped Peter up. “You alright? What happened, man?” ~~~~~~~1 hour earlier~~~~~~ BEEEEP. BEEEEP. BEEEEEP. Peters phone was going off. Loudly. It wasn’t even his ringtone, so it wasn’t someone calling him. The French teacher looked annoyed. “Parker, faire taire le tèlèphone, si’l vous plaît”. Flash snickered. “Ouais, putain de visage” Peters ears burned. He tried both silencing it, and turning it off, but nothing worked. If anything, it was getting louder. Madame Couldn’t-Pronounce-Her-Name was losing patience. “Peter, get out and find a way to shut that thing off. Take a hall pass.” “Oui m’dame” He ran into the bathroom, and checked it for notifications, anything. One, which was apparently blowing up his phone. “Emergency Mission Alert. Crisis on the Brooklyn Bridge.” The weird bleeping finally stopped, and Peter groaned. Aunt May would kill him if he missed school, and he had to present that assignment for Language Arts. But apparently it was an emergency, so Peter grabbed the suit out of his locker and slipped out the nearest exit.

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