He was...okay, sort of exhausted actually. All nighters and endless excuses that he was “you know, just out for a round of the neighborhood! I’ll be safe Mr. Stark, it’s just a typical friendly neighborhood scout out,” was getting kind of...old. Well, especially seeing that he’d actually replaced most all of his super hero scouting duty with just following a certain someone around at all times or, if not that, having Karen or EDITH do it for him to leave him endlessly scouring through the footage for anything suspicious. He knew that Beck had to slip up, had to show his true nature, had to give up something to what he was actually planning. Peter knew it. And he obsessed about it, and even while he couldn’t live with Mr. Stark anymore, it left him straining into late hours frantic with this habitual kind of worry, often ditching sleep efforts to dig out his EDITH glasses and watch over live or old footage in a kind of driven streak of fitful desire to find anything, sometimes unfortunately keeping Miles up in the process of it. It had also left the side effect of knowing waaaaay too much about Beck now, down to the food he liked, to the exact way he took his coffee, to the dumb banter he gave people. Heck. His tiny spider drone basically lived at Beck’s side, probably giving the man the impression he had one hell of a high whining tetanus kicking in.
It would be next week that school started too. And by then the whole “scouting Beck out for the greater good” routine would be even more challenging. Not that he couldn’t do it. Or wouldn’t. Apparently like four extra drones were in his arsenal too, but they were sort of useless for the practical purposes of stealth and he still couldn’t begin to explain how he’d gotten them, suspicion gripping him from that alone to the point of giving them to Mr. Stark for better inspection. Who had also, thank god, gotten Mrs. Potts back. Which actually meant
1. Mr. Stark was more a lot more happy, and,
2. Peter got a lot more time to indulge in his own project, keeping his mentor from worrying about him even more than he had to.
Peter stood then, pressed up against the wall of the school, holding his baited breath, EDITH glasses adorning his scrutinizing face. He paused in some suspicion as Beck went silent, eyes narrowing, before hearing his name. Well. Shit.
He tensed, breath tightening in his lungs. Before flashing off the glasses to secure in his pocket, mind running through every possible way to deal with the situation, he finally relented, braced himself and abruptly rounded the corner. “Beck.” He stated casually, or as casually as he possibly could. Peter was always a terrible liar and it came off more like some cheesy rip off of some kind of overly dramatic action movie than anything. His eyes cast to the side briefly, anxiety running there. “No. I...just wanted…” His mind cast hastily for some excuse, “The class list.” He finally said, dully, trying to dim the panic still rising there. He actually hadn’t gotten his schedule yet in reality, way too...well, preoccupied to really even bother with it.