spideypete (spideypete) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-05-03 05:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2018 may, ~40 points, ~~cassie holmes (crappyartist), ~~peter parker (spideypete) |
WHO: Peter Parker and OPEN
WHAT: Restraining himself from beating up the bullies...and paying for it
WHEN: After school Thursday
WHERE: Walgreens
WARNINGS: Talk of bullying?
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
There were good things and bad things about being a superhero. The good things were pretty obvious - having super powers, getting to hang out with awesome superheroes like the Avengers, getting to help people. The bad things, on the other hand, sucked a little. Like the fact that Peter had decided a long time ago that he was going to use his powers for good. He wasn't going to use them to make himself look cool, or to defend himself in fights. That just made his powers...well...worth less, in his eyes. They weren't there to help him. They were there to help others. That was what he felt, and he was sticking to that, no matter what.
Even in times like this, where he really really wished that he hadn't promised himself that.
He was walking home from school after what had been a really good day. He'd gotten his English paper back, and had totally aced it. They'd had a pop quiz in chemistry, and he was almost completely sure he'd gotten everything right. The lab in biology had been super fun. He had a bit of a spring in his step as he made his way home. He and Jane had some things planned in the lab tonight, and he was totally looking forward to that.
But crap. It didn't take him long for his spidey-senses to tell him he was being followed. By normal, high-school bullies. He was pretty sure they were the ones who were going to be hurt worst by the fact that he'd totally blown the curve on the last chemistry test. He stopped, took a deep breath, and turned around to face them. They both outweighed him by at least fifty pounds, and each one had like six inches on him. He could take them both, of course, but he wasn't going to. It just seemed wrong. It wouldn't have been a fair fight.
Instead, he put up his hands, "Come on, guys," he said, hoping he was sounding soothing. Apparently, he wasn't soothing enough.
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A few minutes later, Peter was on his way home with a bloody nose. And probably a black eye. And his bookbag muddy from the ground. Sure, he'd definitely had worse and he'd heal a lot faster than when he'd been beaten up before he'd been bitten by that spider. But it still sucked. And it still hurt. And it was annoying that he hadn't been able to bring himself to beat them up, even though he totally could have. It just wouldn't have been fair.
Passing Walgreens, he stepped inside, hoping to get a cold pack so that maybe, just maybe, he could stop the swelling in his eye before it turned too black so that Jane wouldn't totally freak out. He was hoping that his nose wasn't dripping too much blood on the floor.