Thompson House, Evening
After the talk with Uncle Ben, Peter decided to make good on his word and visited the Thompsons. They weren't strictly neighbors, as they lived a few blocks away, but their families had always been close to each other. Uncle Ben and Uncle Harrison worked in the force together, Aunt May and Aunt Rose played bridge every weekend, and Peter and Eugene… tolerated each other.
Peter sighed. It was the last part that made things so difficult. Flash used to be a good friend, but they had drifted apart in middle school. He was more into sports, whereas he deviated towards science. He was popular, and Peter was not. Schools always had a social grouping – Flash belonged, and he did not. And so they went their own separate paths.
Peter sighed as he rang the bell. I hope he isn't around.
The door appeared to open by itself; he had to glance downwards to see the figure. The kid couldn't have been more than four feet tall – his face was full of freckles, and his bright blue eyes narrowed as he observed the visitor. "Who the fuck are you?"
This had to be Timmy; Flash's younger brother. "I'm Peter. Parker." Though hadn't expected him to curse. "Uh… is your mom here?"
He gazed with suspicion, then finally chose to run inside. "Bro! There's some guy here to meet mom!"
He waited at the door, politely ignoring the conversation inside. (Who is it? I fucking don't know! Did he give a name? Uh… Packer? … Who? Oh, okay, let me see..). Another guy appeared before him – a bigger, beefier version of the kid from before. "And don't curse, you little creep!" He shouted inside, before finally turning to face him. "Wait – Parker? What the fuck are you doing here?" He sounded annoyed.
"Uh, is your mom here?" Peter asked, lifting up the package he was holding. "I've got something for her."
"You can give it to me."
He could, but that would be half-assing things. "I'd rather do it in person."
Flash considered it for a few seconds before opening the door. "Mom's gone out; she'll be back in a while." He led him inside; there was a TV running in the background, although nobody seemed to be watching. "Wait here, okay?"
Flash left Peter on the couch, and it took a few minutes for him to realize he wasn't coming back. It felt oddly awkward to be left alone in someone else's house. Could he change the channel? Was he supposed to? Not knowing what to do made him self-conscious, so he defaulted back to an old tactic – pretend to be engrossed in phone until something happened.
It lasted for twenty minutes. He heard the latch-key turn and the doors open, and a warm voice speak out. "Boys! I'm home! Come and help me!" He heard the footsteps as the figure rounded the corner, and saw the blonde with an exuberant smile. "Boys! Oh wait – Peter? Is that you, Peter?" Her hug was tighter than a bear; Peter could only squeeze uncomfortably in her grasp. "What a wonderful surprise!" It was a relief when she let go. "And it's been so long! What brings you here?"
"Well, since we hadn't seen each other in a long time, I thought I'd pop by, see how you were doing." He held up the bag to ward off another hug attempt. "And I brought some shortcakes!"
"Oh, that's marvelous, dear," She smiled, and then frowned as Flash appeared. "FLASH! Where have you been? I've some groceries in the car – go bring them up!" When she turned to Peter, the tone changed once more. "This has been a really pleasant surprise. Come on, I've some cookies –"
"Actually, I have something –" Peter had faced this choice before, and he had no intention of wasting hours of life.
"Nonsense! Don't tell me you're going to leave without even talking to your aunt!" She grabbed onto his arm; her grip was too strong. "Come on. I also made some sourdough fritters, and you've got to taste them…"
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There were fritters, a piece of an apple pie, cookies (banana and chocolate chip), and lastly, her home-made pizza. Aunt Rosie had gathered all in the dining room, feeding them one delicacy after the other. Tim sat beside Peter, swinging his legs, completely carefree. Flash sat across him, glaring at him between chunks of food. Aunt Rosie sat in front of him, unrelentingly asking about everything and everyone. Peter was trapped.
"And then we hugged it out." He finished.
"Uh-huh. That's good to hear." She paused. "And what about school?"
"What about it?"
"You're doing okay? Anybody say something at school?"
"School's fine. Nothing's happened at school."
"… Peter, you can tell us, you know. We are all on your side. Everybody supports you. You know that, right?"
"I do. I do." The pepperoni was delicious. "And I am grateful for it."
"So… what happened at school?" She was persistent.
"Nothing happened at school, Aunt Rosie."
"Really?"
"Really. I promise."
"Hmmm… is that true, Eugene?"
"Huh? Sure, I guess." He replied.
"Oh… you don't even pay attention, do you?" She sighed. "Seriously, why can't you pay attention? If you're a friend, you should know these things! Look - Peter, how is Eugene at school?"
"He's great, I guess?" Peter answered cautiously. "Their team won a match recently, so that's good?"
"See – he knows about you! Why can't you do the same?"
"It's not the same, mom! Everybody knows about the teams, not about specific people."
"Don't be making excuses, Eugene." She snapped. "You should've been paying attention. You should be more like Peter."
Uh oh. That was a low blow. Peter saw the boy's fists tighten, as he started glaring furiously. "It's not the same, Aunt." He decided to help smooth things over. "I'm terrible at sports – can't do what he does. And Flash is a really good player – everyone in school likes him."
"And what good has it done?" She wasn't ready to back down. "He plays, breaks his leg – for what? A trophy isn't going to make him better. Meanwhile, he's failing his actual classes because he doesn't study! I'm so -" She continued on, but Peter wasn't listening.
Oh no. Flash had gone stone-faced, but his eyes were burning. You started this, they seemed to say. You'll pay for it.
"- In fact, I have to ask – Peter, can you help him?"
"What?" "What?" Both of them spoke together.
"You heard me! Peter can help you study and pass your classes! It'll be perfect!"
"I'm sure that's not necessary. I mean, I'm not a tutor or anything, and Flash can learn on his own."
"No he can't." She waved it aside. "He's been struggling with all his classes – you'll be great help."
"Mom. I don't need this guy." He spoke slowly, holding back the anger from seeping into his voice.
"Like hell you don't! Don't listen to him, Peter – that's just his pride talking. I'll convince him. You'll be a great help." She reached out and took his hand. "And it'll mean a lot to me." She pleaded. Peter glanced towards Flash, who was silently staring daggers. Say yes, his eyes said. See what happens.
How had it come to this?
[] Agree to tutor Flash.
[] Disagree, don't help him.
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Home, Night
Well, with that done with, he could focus on other things.
[] Peter talked with Uncle Ben, after his visit to the doctor.
[X] Peter tutored Jean, and other school things.
[] Peter met with Eddie Brock, and his job offer.
[] Peter worked on planning his crime-fighting initiative.
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QM Note: I'm sorry… this was supposed to be out earlier. Really, I want to pick up the pace, but work just killed this week. Very sorry. As for the relationship between Flash and Peter, this is setting the groundwork. The tutoring thing might seem repetitive with both Jean and Flash, but actually, things would've been different with different stats/friends, so it's actually unique how it ended up.