Doctor Smith

The sun began to rise over New York, light streaming into houses and other buildings, waking the population of the city up from their slumber. In one such house, Peter Parker lay on his bed in the same position he landed on it, after coming in from his late night patrol. He still wore his Spider-Man suit, caked in dirt from a fight he had had with a criminal near the dockyards. There was a sharp knock at the door followed by a voice.

"Peter are you up, I am about to make breakfast?" Aunt May asked through the door.

There was a pause and then another, slightly harder and louder knock. Peter's eyes opened as he turned on his bed to face the door. He suddenly realised that he was still wearing his suit. The door to his room began to open. With lightning speed, he leapt from his bed and lifted the duvet up and landed softly, bringing it down on top of him hiding the costume from Aunt May's view. He lifted his head again towards the door, to make it look more realistic to his incoming Aunt.

"Peter Parker, if you don't get up now, you are going to be late for school. And what is that smell? It smells like someone has died in here."

Aunt May walked out of the room, huffing and puffing. Peter heard her muttering to herself as she moved off back downstairs.

"Teenagers today. What is happening to the world?"

Peter carefully shot a web over to the door, forcing it to close, allowing him to get out from under his duvet and remove the dirty costume. He then grabbed a towel and ran to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Ten minutes later he emerged and ran back to his room to throw on a clean Spider-Man suit and then civilian clothes on top. He grabbed his bag and ran downstairs to fill up on Aunt May's cooked breakfast.

"Aunt May, this looks and tastes just as good as ever," he said as he stuffed his face.

"Such a sweet boy."

Peter had soon finished and was on his way to school. He had reached the end of his road, when a large black car pulled up beside him and the window rolled down. Harry stuck his head out.

"Hey Pete, fancy a ride?"

"Sure can do, it would save time."

He jumped into the car and shut the door behind him. Harry leaned forward and pressed a button on the back of the driver's chair. A screen then rose up, sealing the two teenagers off from the chauffeur.

"Right, that is totally sound proof," Harry started. "Have you given my idea any more thought," he pressed.

Peter internally sighed. Do they do memory erasing drugs for the public to buy over the counter? Because right now he wish he had some.

"Harry..." Peter began.

"Seriously, we can have the house, we can both move out and live there, that way I can be away from dad and all his disappointment in me and you can be Spider-Man and stop your aunt from discovering who you are."

Peter thought for a moment. Harry had a point. That morning had been a close call with Aunt May almost seeing him in his Spidey suit. Maybe it would be a good idea, he was old enough to be leaving home and it would give Aunt May a rest from him.

"Well I suppose, I did almost get caught out by Aunt May this morning, it would be easier if I was somewhere where she couldn't discover who my alter ego is."

"Then you accept?" Harry said, almost ready to start jumping up and down in excitement.

"Let me talk to Aunt May first and see what she would think about me moving out."

"I can't believe you have gotten away this long without her finding out. All those times you have come to school with a large bruise or cut on your face, she must have her suspicions?"

"As far as I am aware, she thinks I get into a lot of fights at school and I am being bullied."

"Which you are," Harry interjected.

"Exactly. Flash and his cronies keep using me as a punch bag, so that helps to add to the secret identity thing."

The car came to a halt and the pair heard the driver's door open. There was the click clacking of well-kept shoes on the pavement and the door opened to reveal the chauffeur.

"We have arrived sir," he stated in a simple, monotone voice.

"Thank you Stephens," Harry said, as he climbed out of the car, Peter following behind him. "See you after school."

Stephens gave a curt nod and proceeded to shut the door and then get back into the car and drive off.

"I would love to have a chauffeur driven car," Peter sighed.

"You have the best way of travelling around the city I know," Harry stated bluntly. "I would love to be able to swing around like you."

"Trust me, it can be quite hard on the arms and keep it down, I don't want anyone else to find out about my 'extracurricular activities'," Peter brought up his fingers in quotation marks.

"Ok, sorry. You just can't believe how cool this is though!"

"Harry, I do. I am Spider-Man."

"Yeah, but to be the only other person to know, that is the real cool part."

"Fine, if that makes you happy," Peter said as he began to walk into the school building.

Harry jogged after him.

They walked into their science class and sat down at their desks, awaiting the teacher's arrival. They didn't have to wait long. Doctor Smith walked in and set his bag down on the front desk. The doctor was a bit of an oddball, everyone thought. He was English and had joined the school, only a few weeks ago. His lessons were always fun, but he kept referencing chemicals and formula that even Peter had never heard of. He always wore a shirt and tie (top button undone), a pinstripe suit (either brown with white stripes, or blue with red stripes) and converses (either blue or red). Over the top, he often wore a long brown trench coat. He pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on.

"Good morning class. Before we get onto the thrilling topic of dimensional physics, I have an announcement for you. Apparently last year you had a trip to visit Oscorp Industries. Well this year, building up on that trips apparent success..." he paused for a moment, looking over towards Peter over the top of his glasses, "the department have decided that this year, you shall be going to visit none other than Tony Stark at his Stark Tower."

As Doctor Smith said that, there was a murmuring throughout the class. The Tony Stark, they were going to meet the actual Tony Stark. Iron Man and billionaire playboy, Tony Stark!

"Yes and let's hope that nothing goes wrong," Doctor Smith commented.

The rest of the class flew by, there was still murmuring about the upcoming trip. After class, Harry caught up with Peter in the corridor.

"So, Stark Industries, what do you think?" Harry asked.

"Well as long as nothing happens to me like at Oscorp, then it should go alright," Peter stated firmly.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine," Harry stated, confidently, or at least semi confidently.

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