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The Amazing Spider-Man: Aftermath, Chapter TwoThe bell startled Peter awake. He peeled his head off of his desk and began packing up his backpack, fuming to himself for falling asleep. He would have to find someone to borrow notes from.
“Mr. Parker, your test.” Mrs. Deponte said, placing a sheet of paper on Peter's desk. “Please attempt to do better next time.”
Peter blinked at the page. She must have made a mistake. This is ridiculous! A D minus? He had never gotten a score in math this low! Aunt May if going to freaking murder me. How can I take this home?
Peter had a moment of panic. Aunt May knows everything. Even the things she doesn't know. She'll find out what Peter has been doing, why he hadn't been studying. What has Peter been doing exactly? What she told him not to, that's what.
Last week when he'd stumbled in the door half asleep and half dead, he'd had to tell her sooner or later that he had a bullet in his leg. It wasn't as if he could leave it there forever. A
The Amazing Spider-Man: Unspoken Conversation“He's a character.” Peter laughed nervously. “That's my uncle. He's a pathological liar, he-he must have mistaken you for someone else.”
“Aw, man, that means you don't have me on your computer?” Gwen asked with mock disappointment.
“Well, I do, I mean, you're on the debate team, and I took a picture of the debate team. He must have seen me touching stuff up.” Peter said awkwardly.
Gwen raised her eyebrows. “You were touching stuff up?”
It took Peter a second to get the joke. “I-I'm not even going to answer that.” They both laughed. Peter glanced over his shoulder to make sure his uncle was gone. “Hey, uh, you wanna do something sometime? Ah,” Words, Parker. Speak. It's not that hard! He mentally yelled at himself. He shook his head. “O-or, y'know, we could do something else...” Peter made pointless gestures with his hands, surely making him look like even more of an id
The Amazing Spider-Man: AftermathPeter dragged his hand over his face. It came back bloodier than it already had been. He hadn't stuck around to wash his face after the battle. The last thing he needed was them ripping his mask off. The last thing he needed was to have his identity blown.
Peter stopped in front of the house. He knew he should march through the front door and just come clean to Aunt May. He knew he needed to let her know he was alright. One thing he knew damn well was that he needed to wash his face. Peter sighed. He figured he had a to-do list about a mile long.
He put his hands on one of the columns that held up the porch. He could easily climb up and go through his window, just collapse into bed... with his suit still on underneath his clothes and covered in grime head to toe? No way. He peeled his hands off the column and turned around.
Opened the door as silently as he could, hoping he could slip up the stairs without Aunt May noticing, put off the great revealing of Spidey for an
Her Amazing Spider-Man“Let’s get out of here.” Peter said in a hushed tone, shaking his head back and forth, as if trying to shake away the depressing thoughts. “Come on, just for a minute.”
“I can’t, if my parents see me leaving they’d kill me.”
Peter grinned. “Your parents won’t see you leaving.” He pulled his suit back up and stood. He pulled Gwen to her feet and to the window. Peter had to practically drag her onto the fire escape. He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close to him.
“Oh dear God in heaven, why am I letting him do this?”
That was all Gwen could think as Peter, Spider-Man, jumped out her twenty third story window. They fell ten stories, free falling through the air. Gwen screamed and wrapped her arms around Peter’s neck, holding on for dear life.
Peter seemed calm as ever as he lifted his arm and touched a black pad in his palm with his middle and ring finger. A web s
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