So apparently you guys like my random odd little blips. I can't provide such randomness at reasonable hours of the day, so help me out! Send or comment ideas and requests!

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What would he do if something happened at school? If he had to reveal his identity? Peter simply didn't know, and to be honest, he preferred to not think about it.

...But what if it did happen? Some villain found out his identity? Would he save the school? Or pretend to be a normal student?

Best not to think about it. After all, he kept his two worlds quite wrapped and separate from each other. It was just his anxiety- surely today would be fine, the spider sense was wrong.

At least, Peter told himself that as he walked to school. He was uneasy, but knew that it was a very low chance of a villain choosing that specific day to attack. As he strolled into the schoolyard and into the building, his senses were going absolutely wild.

Ned knew something was wrong. Peter forgot the handshake, the sacred handshake, and was mumbling constantly. That was a recipe for disaster, or at least more of a disaster than Peter was in that moment. Shrugging it off, he chattered with Peter all the way to English.

It was fine in English.

Nothing happened in Science.

Math passed by like a breeze.

Lunch was nerve-wracking but nothing occurred.

It ended up being his health class. His health class. It wasn't even an important core class, just an elective that everyone needed. Regardless, it was health class. Peter was squirming, his senses getting worse.

He could hear footsteps coming down the hall. Its fine, just a student returning from the bathroom.

Peter heard a rough chatter in the hall outside the door. nothing wrong, just students skipping class.

He could hear the small tap on the door, checking if it was locked. A teacher, that needs papers.

On the announcements: Move into lock down quickly please, This is not a drill. Remain calm and lock the doors.

It can't be. It is not true. Nothingcanpossiblybewrong.

Before his teacher could reach the door to lock it, a man burst into the room. The students screamed, and pressed into the corners of the classroom. Peter went with them, staying in the front. To protect. Just in case.

The man grabbed the teacher and ordered the students into the gym. "Into the gym! Go on, get moving! I don't have all day!" He yelled, pressing a gun to the teacher's head. He let her go to follow the students, letting the teacher trail behind.

Peter was in the front now, leading. He hated it. He knew by instinct he should be in the back, protecting. His guts were all twisted and it was just wrong.

His whole grade was in the gym, no one older or younger. They were there for him. It had to be. But which one of him? Peter Parker, or Spider-man?

His question didn't wait to be answered. A whole group of men were gathered at the front, and the leader shouted for the scared group's attention.

"Listen here! We've done our research, kiddos, and we're here for a special person that works at Stark Industries. You could say he in Tony Stark's little pet toy. His cherished prize. Well, the little bundle is here, so if he could step up without a struggle that would be great. If not, I won't mind shooting into the crowd. Did that get you, little guy? I heard Stark's kid holds a lot of concern for others." The main guy (MG) sneered, eyeing the crowd.

Peter froze. Kids were looking at him. Look away. They knew it was him, they wanted Peter to be sacrificed. I can fight. It would reveal his identity. Is it worth it to save the students?

Peter Parker had no choice.

He couldn't just abandon them.

Feeling sick, he stood up slowly. The men below him smiled cruelly, and as Peter descended from the bleachers he most definitely did not feel like a Disney Princess.

muttering increased, and when Peter reached the floor he was reluctant to leave the safety of numbers. A hand reached out to roughly grab his arm, and so Peter was dragged to the center of the room.

a less modern henchman unsheathed a knife, and Peter was transferred to his grip. He felt the cool metal on his neck as the leader began another speech.

"See, this entitled little bit over here decided he was better than everyone. He is the only high school student in Stark Industries, and where is that gonna lead him? His adulthood spent in a circle of self-love, ignoring responsibilities. Learn now kiddos, cause this is our example. You can say goodbye now, because he won't be returning tomorrow! " the MG ended gleefully.

at the last exclamation, Peter felt the blade being dug into his skin more. He let out an involuntary whimper, leading the group to smile. A small trickle of sticky substance trailed down Peter's throat, and the students began to get restless.

Meanwhile, during the whole thing, Ned grabbed the phone that Peter had purposefully left behind. He was frantically trying to get Mr. Stark on the line, but he wouldn't pick up.

At last, he picked up. Ned waved to Peter, letting him know help would be there.

Peter reacted, and the men grew suspicious. "What was that, huh? Let's get the fat dude down here, see how you feel." One snarled.

Peter couldn't allow it. With one swift movement, he put all his weight backwards, catching his captor by surprise. The knife skid across the floor, and lay forgotten in a corner. With a punch, one henchman was knocked out.

Another approached Peter, lunging at his feet. Peter flipped over him, and would have apprehended him if not for another one at his back. Peter twisted in a jump, landing on the man's neck. He used the signature Black Widow move, happy that it had been taught to him. Getting more confident, Peter began to taunt the men.

"What, can't handle a little entitled, stuck up kiddo? Eat this!" Peter kicked the next man in the face, and glanced up to Ned for the situation of back up.

"Mr. Stark, we like super need your help. We're all kinda hostages, which is scary but what is terrifying is that Peter is fighting them. Them being the captors, or course. Can you help?" Ned babbled.

Peter got distracted listening to the conversation, and amidst the challenging combat he was doing, was seized by one of two henchmen left. MG included.

Doing his signature move, Peter began a distracting sentence. "Hey, look over-"

Bang.

A leg shot, not clean through, and Peter was sent to the ground whimpering in pain. He still put up a fight, but with a steady flow of blood staining the gym floor, Peter was weakened.

Bang.

Peter was shot in the arm, causing him to go down solidly. Thus audience of students were sobbing by now, and Ned kept up the running commentary to Tony.

the last man standing, MG, grabbed Peter's good arm and took out a device. In a blink, they were gone. Silence filled the gym.

What had happened?

Puny Parker?

Those moves?

Was he okay?

Where was he now?

the haze of silence and shock was replaced by wind sounds. Tony landed, in his suit and ready to fight, until he saw just the blood. He fell out of his suit, stumbling over to the blotch of red. He touched it gently, crying steadily.

"I'm sorry, Peter. I was too late."

So Tony kneeled there, crying and broken, blood on his hands.

He couldn't forgive himself, not until Peter, his son in all but genetics, was safe in his arms again.

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Part 2? (Most likely) 1300 words.