School
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Blaine slung a backpack over his shoulder and, looking just like an ordinary high school student, walked toward Midtown High School under the morning sun.
On the way to class, he ran into little Spider, Peter.
"Blaine!" Peter called out from behind.
"Peter." Blaine glanced at Peter, raising an eyebrow slightly.
This little Peter didn't look so good today.
It wasn't a wild guess—given his current eyesight, he could easily tell Peter's condition.
Peter might look completely normal walking, but in reality, every step seemed unstable.
It probably felt like walking on cotton to him.
Was he… injured?
Blaine rubbed his chin, though he wasn't too worried. Little Spider had a self-healing ability—not as good as Deadpool or Wolverine—but as long as he didn't lose a limb or take a fatal hit, most injuries would heal on their own.
What intrigued him was: who could have hurt Peter?
A gang fight?
No wonder he didn't see Peter fighting Abomination last night—he must've been battling gang members.
Several names flashed through Blaine's mind—people in New York capable of injuring Spider-Man.
Wilson Fisk? Madame Gao? Or maybe he was ambushed by The Hand?
The last two were unlikely. The only probable one was Wilson Fisk.
Wilson Fisk might not be a household name, but he had another identity known throughout the global underworld—Kingpin.
Kingpin wasn't a pushover. In many universes, he's Spider-Man's number one enemy.
He could even beat the crap out of Spider-Man in quite a few timelines. After all, Kingpin only looked fat—according to his design, the guy had almost no body fat. Ninety-eight percent of him was pure muscle.
For a young Spider-Man who hadn't fully developed yet…
Blaine smacked his lips—Peter must've gotten a brutal beating last night.
He patted Peter's shoulder and said, "Peter, did you see the news last night? Manhattan probably shut down all classes."
"I wish we had classes canceled too…"
Before Peter could speak, the chubby Ned popped up next to them.
With a dreamy look on his face, he said, "If our classes were canceled today, I could stay home and finish building my Lego city. It's almost done."
"…"
Peter twitched an eye and shrugged. "Unless you want Queens to end up like Manhattan."
"No, no thanks."
Ned quickly shook his head, recalling the devastation from last night's news. "That monster came out of nowhere and destroyed three whole streets. If it weren't for that mystery man, and the monster came to Queens instead, we might have been in big trouble."
He wasn't wrong. The five boroughs of New York were mostly connected, and Manhattan was close to Queens. If Blaine hadn't stepped in last night, Queens could've been the next district Abomination destroyed.
"Let's just go to class like good boys." Peter yawned.
"Peter, what's going on with you today? You look completely drained."
Ned gave Peter a confused look. Normally Peter was a goofy, energetic teen—why did he seem like a dying old man today?
"Peter's probably just a little tired. Last night…" Blaine winked at Ned. "You know."
"Ohhh~~~"
Ned immediately caught on, stretching out the "oh" and patting Peter on the shoulder. "I see you in a new light, bro. So how did it feel?"
"Not great." Peter yawned again.
"Your first time, huh? Really?" Ned wiggled his head, his tone teasing. "I bet it was awesome!"
"Ned, stop overthinking things."
Peter finally got what Ned was implying and nearly punched his chubby face. "I just stayed up late studying, that's all."
"Huh?" Ned's mouth twitched in disappointment. "Damn it, you damn nerd."
"Hahaha." Blaine couldn't help but laugh from the side.
The scene of these two messing around was pretty entertaining.
The three of them entered the school and sat in their respective seats.
Blaine stared out the window, bored. Outside was a soccer field, with a few high schoolers casually kicking a ball around.
Ned started playing with his Legos.
Peter lay face-down on his desk.
Getting beat up last night seemed to have been a double blow to both his mind and body.
After all, he had just gained superpowers and was feeling confident—only to get thoroughly beaten up by a so-called "ordinary fat guy" from a gang. For a high school freshman who still cared deeply about pride, it was a hard pill to swallow.
Blaine didn't pay it much attention.
This was something Little Spider had to go through. Every hero experiences failure—it can't always be smooth sailing.
Even mighty Thor and Tony Stark… hadn't they faced life-and-death crises and huge failures in Infinity War?
Of course, Thor in Endgame should be called "Fat Thor"—a classic cautionary tale. But Blaine didn't think Spider-Man would end up like that.
He was just a goofy high school kid.
His moods came and went quickly.
Sure enough, under Ned's constant nagging and chatter, Peter began to perk up again. Not quite back to normal, but definitely recovering.
Blaine nodded to himself.
If someone ever tried to mess with Little Spider in the future, he might lend a helping hand.
After all, this guy technically counted as his first client.
When he first arrived at school, everything felt fresh and new. But after a single morning, that feeling was completely worn away by the sheer drowsiness of classes.
Blaine couldn't understand—given his current constitution, why did he still feel sleepy during lessons? Shouldn't he be bursting with energy until the bell rang?
Was this some kind of cursed aura blanketing all students?
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(AN: These daily life chapters are just a transition—more exciting plot developments are coming soon: Kingpin, The Hand… Let's go! If the numbers in the last chapter were slightly off, don't worry about it—probably just a few million in error. Numbers give me a headache anyway.)
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TN: Last chapter I had to try and remove these calculation errors. And it was not few million in error but was 204.6 million in error.
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