Students may be harmed.

I have blood on my hands.

Blood has dried under my fingernails.

My skin is cracked.

My lungs are sore.

How

Can

I

Possibly

Survive?

Peter spent the rest of the week trying to asses the absurd feeling he had about the academic opportunity he'd been offered. The more he thought of it, the more suspicious things he found about it.

For instance, why would the teachers recommend so many students? As far as he was aware, none of them were interested in zoology. Out of all the recommended students, 21 were actually going. That felt like too many for this to be just an academic opportunity for the science enthusiasts. Plus, more than half of the students didn't even care for science at all.

And then there was the guns. Why would a zoologist bring guns to a school assembly? Did he really think that he was of such high presence in the world of science that some sophomore kid would perhaps try and assassinate the one and only Dr. Braunt?

But perhaps he was just paranoid.

"Shouldn't you be packing?"

"P-pardon?" Peter jerked his head up to see his Aunt May standing in the doorframe.

"I mean, you'll be gone for a month, and you leave tomorrow." She grinned, "have you even started packing?"

"N-no. I haven't. I'm not really sure I want to go anymore..."

"You're getting an extra science credit for this. And if colleges see that you were an intern with Dr. Braunt, you'll be accepted into any school you can dream of." Aunt May stated.

"Even MIT?"

"Including MIT." Aunt May said.

"I mean... I guess it's not bad..."

"Free As in all your classes and no catch-up work for when you're gone? Sounds like a deal to me." Aunt May said. "Relax, it'll be fine."

"I just... I have a weird feeling..."

"Ignore it. And hey, if something goes wrong, Spider-man is right there to save the day." She smiled

"But what if I... can't..."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean... I don't really want to have to be Spider-man." Peter sighed.

"Just relax. It'll be great for you."

"Yeah... great." Peter said distastefully.

Students may be harmed.

Once Peter had finished packing, he decided to sneak out. He needed some time alone.  He wanted to escape his thoughts but unfortunately he brought them with him.

What could possibly happened to harm the students?  They would be working with animals, perhaps that was the reason the Dr had to put that on the form. That way, parents couldn't sue him if a kid got bitten or something like that.

Peter wanted to believe that was the reason why. But his gut feelings told him otherwise. He couldn't stand it.

Paranoia wasn't knew to Peter Parker. He'd always been paranoid. Paranoia just got worse after he became the friendly neighborhood Spider-man. And after the death of Tony Stark, anxiety and paranoia decided to be roommates in his mind.

He felt he had no control over anything anymore.

After the sun had set and Peter spent a great deal of time wandering about the city as the masked superhero, Peter went home. Sunday night meant that tomorrow he'd be going to the internship for zoology that he had remotely no interest in.

When he got home and changed out of his suit, he took out his phone.  For some reason, one of the girls also going to the internship had invited him to a group chat on Instagram. He hesitantly accepted it, only to find it held the twenty one kids who would be going.

Wolf_Girl_Emma, JaFaith22, and 19 others...

Suddenly, Peter was gaining followers from this group.

Emma Winters: Hey everyone, I just made this so we can keep in touch during the internship!

Lauren Grace: OoOoooOoooOooOo

Terrance Oakley: ok

Cat: cool

Jason Faith: hi Cat

Ami: OMG HI EMMA

Iisan_Takanashi33: why the fuck did you have to include me.

Emma Winters: you chose to accept the invite

Emma Winters: Hi

Iisan_Takanashi33: Well I'm muting it now so bye.

Me: Um, hello

MJ: is that McFay or Parker?

Me: You know who I am MJ!

MJ: I was joking

McFay: That was Parker.

MJ: thank you, Captain obvious. I would've figured it out if it weren't for you.

McFay: You're welcome.

Terrance Oakley: I think my brother is watching Lord of the Rings.

Greydon: Nobody cares

Terrance Oakley: Oh sorry, wrong group chat.

Lauren Grace: Which one?

Terrance Oakley: I meant to text our chat.

Lauren Grace: No I meant which movie

Terrance Oakley: I don't know.

Greydon: NOBODY CARES

Lauren Grace: I CARE

Terrance Oakley: Sorry, I can't come over this week Ada. The internship lasts a month.

Emma Winters: Wrong chat again buddy XD

Terrance Oakley: Oh, sorry.

Terrance Oakley: Sorry, I can't come over this week babe. The internship lasts a month.

MJ: Dude

StellaDoesn'tGive1Shit: Stfu

Thora: Ew there's sophomores here

StellaDoesn'tGive1Shit: Fuck off

Peter was a bit... lost for words. He was receiving nothing but spam from this chat already and it had only been ten minutes. But somehow, he felt relief. That sense of danger in this internship hadn't disappeared, but he was distracted from it.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Students may be harmed.

"Alright kids, since you uh- are going to this here... thing... um..." Mr. Harrington looked around with confusion. "Bus. Bus bus bus." He pointed to the bus. "Have fun."

"Sounds... thrilling." MJ said sarcastically.

"How long's this ride going to take?"  Peter asked.

"Oh uh..." Harrington looked up at the driver who gave no answer. "I don't know."

"Ah. Great." MJ nodded.

"Wanna sit together?"  Ned asked, bumping up beside Peter.

"Oh uh... sorry man... I was gonna sit with... MJ..."  Peter said awkwardly as if the words would slap Ned straight across the face.

"Oh- I understand..." Ned said, obviously feeling a little left out but Peter didn't know what to really do about that.

"Sorry..."

"It's alright! I'll just uh... sit near you I guess?"

"Yeah man."

"Cool. Cool."

The students began to climb up onto the bus, trying to get to the back where they deemed the best seats to be. Peter and MJ sat together, with Ned sitting across the aisle with some random kid who didn't look interested in being paired with him whatsoever. Once the bus started moving, Peter realized he actually had no clue where they were going.

"Hey uh- did that form say anything about where this guy lives?" Peter asked MJ.

"Um... no? I don't think so?" MJ stated.

"Do you think he has a secret laboratory?!" Ned interjected.

"Don't be ridiculous. He's just a zoologist." MJ deadpanned.

"Yeah, zoologist, biologist, chemist, biochemist, psychic warrior!" Ned enthused. "Do you think he has a zombie army?"

"He literally just works with animals, Ned." MJ rolled her eyes.

"Then why did he bring guns? Obviously the guy's a psycho." Ned stated. Peter felt a weird sensation in his gut. Like he was going down the drop of a roller coaster and his insides wanted to come outside.

"Cause he's a famous guy, or something. I don't know." MJ said.

"Well uh... I have been getting a weird feeling..." Peter stated.

"Peter tingle!" Ned exclaimed.

"Oh my god- it's not a Peter tingle!" Peter groaned. "It's just... I sense danger. Maybe Ned's right. Well- not about the zombie army thing but... this guy may not be who we think he is."

"... So it's your Peter tingle." MJ smirked.

"I hate both of you." Peter grumbled.

"You love us." MJ said and yawned. She leaned over and placed her head on Peter's shoulder. Peter felt his blood rush to his face and his heart race.

"Y-yeah. I do." He smiled softly. MJ quickly drifted off to sleep, lulled by the movement of the rocking bus, completely tuning out the world from her ears. "Hey Ned, I'm sorry but-"

He looked over to Ned and found the boy was also dead asleep.

"Oh." Peter sighed. He felt drowsy himself. He'd been up late the previous night, and figured this would be a good time to catch up on sleep. He let his eyes close.

Then he jerked himself awake instantly. Something wasn't right, and he knew it. Looking around the bus, something was off.

Too many kids were sleeping.

In fact... everyone was sleeping.

It was quiet. No one was chattering with their friends. No one was even playing music. The radio was silent, everyone's Bluetooth was dead quiet too. Students with their mouths open didn't even snore. It was eerie. All Peter could hear was the hum of the wheels on the road, and the gentle creaking of the bus as it raced down the highway.

"MJ-" Peter tried shaking her awake, but she was out cold, still using his shoulder as a pillow.

Feeling panicked, Peter looked to the front of the bus to where the teachers and supervisors should be. But to his surprise, they weren't there. Had Harrington not come with them?

"MJ please, wake up!" Peter whispered, shaking MJ a little more. "This isn't right, MJ! Wake up! Wake up plea-"

They hit a bump, nearly making Peter fall out into the aisle. Some students, still fast asleep, had fallen over into the middle floor of the bus, or on top of one another. But not one of them stirred.

"MJ... Ned... wake up..." Peter's eyes grew heavy. "Wake... up..."

WAKE UP!

A/N
Sup homeboys. I didn't think this fic would get so much attention in one day but it did. So I hurried and updated a second part. Sorry nothing makes sense yet haha

Suffer.
-Peter