p3 to the knivey Peter series... ykno with MJ and a sword.... here yah are, WolfStarT07, among numerous others

TW i'd suppose? idk, just wanna be safe. violence and allat. Its really not described tho

this had Spideychelle for all u shippers

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When Peter left for school one morning after saying goodbye to his dad and downing a cup of coffee, he did not expect that about three hours later, he'd be saving his school from a hostage situation.

But, you know, Wednesday is the day to it, right? Nothing happens on a Wednesday. All the tests are Thursday or Friday, New lessons start on Mondays... Wednesday is just kind of the middle man, the forgotten one, the middle child if you will.

So, to get back to the story, the day was not ordinary as Peter had originally thought it would be, but it added some spice to the otherwise boring week. Anyway, Peter was sitting in his classroom, it was almost lunch, and he couldn't wait. Steve had packed his lunch, so it was gonna be good. Steve made the best lunches.

However, Peter was born a Parker despite being an adopted Stark, and the Parker luck is real, y'all.

He was sitting in class, the clock was ticking, then suddenly his spider sense burned so hard that he groaned out loud.

The class stopped, and the teacher looked at Peter, who was now standing up, holding his head in pain.

"I'm just gonna- yeah, uh... bye."

He opened the door, but was pushed back by a man in a mask, holding a gun. Peter stumbled over his feet trying to get away from him, which wasn't the smartest idea, since the man just grabbed the back of Peter's shirt and hauled him up so that his feet were dangling just above the ground.

The masked man started speaking about some evil plan (don't ask Peter, he wasn't listening cause around lunch his brain shut off) when Peter just took out a knife and stabbed the man in the neck. He crumbled to the ground in a stream of red, and Peter brushed his hands off.

"Yuck," He said, tossing the knife down and turning to face his class. "So, we should probably get you guys out of here, there are bound to be more men. Ned and MJ, you got the back?"

His friends nodded, so Peter started leading his class out while Ned and MJ flanked the group. They actually didn't have any trouble with the first classes they escorted, but on one of them a group of men showed up on Peter's side.

"Uh, guys! Guys, back!" Peter yelled, throwing a knife at the first man who had started to aim at the kids.

Ned and MJ got them around a corner and out of harm, then joined Peter in the fight. They were tossing daggers, sharing weapons, even throwing each other jokes while they did it, slaughtering ten men like it was nothing. To be fair, they had been training with Natasha. Ten men was nothing when they were energized. 

The stood above the bodies catching their breaths since they were now winded, actually kind of splattered in blood, for a moment before the sound of footsteps came. More men.

There were more this time, closer to twenty or thirty, and they got a hold of Ned and MJ pretty quick. The remaining (alive) men cornered Peter and forced him to his knees, holding MJ's sword under his chin.

Peter took that moment to cherish the time spent as friends. Him on his knees, held in place by a sword, blood covering his otherwise pretty nice clothes. His friends too with blood adorning their fabric. What a fun way to spend his Wednesday, huh?

I mean, they'd done more boring stuff before at their friend get-togethers. Like mini golf. Mini golf had nothing on mass murder and saving their school from bad guys.

"I suppose you think you've won?" Peter asked with a grin, staring up at his 'captor,' who clearly thought he was a big deal. The idiot just thought he had Peter captured, and that is a very dangerous thing to assume.

There was a beat of silence, as a 'duh', then Peter grabbed one of his other daggers and overpowered the one holding him. He tossed some to Ned and MJ, who also started fighting again. 

They were quite the trio, blades flashing and laughs coming out freely. Anyone watching, say... their class, from around the corner, might get a little scared because of the cute lil psychopaths. 

Aww, look at em go. Little murder wheels, the three of them. I'm so proud.

Not long after that, Iron Man walked down the hallway only to  find the three kiddos, surrounded by bodies, kind of having the time of their lives. He sighed. "I'll go get a cart. Someone needs to deal with this mess." 

Then, he turned on his heel and left.

It was quiet then, only broken by MJ. "Ugh, I just cleaned this dress. Of all days they chose, they chose today? Really? I make an effort to look pretty and I get blood on me?"

"I think you look hot." Peter blurted out, then realized what he had said, giving out a little squeak and shrinking away from the girl.

"Relax. Thanks, loser." MJ grinned, basking in Peter's discomfort (No, of course she's not blushing, shut up, you know nothing).

The class was peeking from around the corner, and Abe stepped forward and spoke to Peter. "Bro, you legit still got those blades? I straight up forgot about them. Rad, man. Props to you."

Peter looked at him weirdly. "Uh, yeah??? By the way we, the nerds, just saved you, so you're welcome." He turned to his two friends. "I need a nap and a sandwich. You coming with? I'll pay for snacks."

And, who were they to deny free food? A kids gotta eat.

So, with that, the three blood-covered teenagers walked out of the school, Peter putting his dagger back in their sheaths while MJ just slung her sword over her shoulder. 

Yeah, he definitely thought she looked beautiful like that.

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