4 Creating Relationships

Peter considered going out wearing a ski mask and fighting crime, but the thought, while exhilarating, was way too scary. He decided instead to look up some information he needed.

Peter had debated with himself on how he wanted to live his current life, of course he wouldn't be a villain or use his powers for selfish reasons like getting rich. If he was in universe-199999 then he knew a pretty good estimation of the timeline, but he needed to find out where he was in regards to the events in the movies.

As he surfed the web he found all the information he wanted. Eddie Brock was a famous journalist, Tony Stark was an active playboy and inventor CEO, Bruce Banner was a scientist that has been missing, and Wakanda is thought to be a poor country. Of course he found no results on S.H.I.EL.D he did find what he was looking for.

''There you are Professor X. Xavier's school for gifted youngsters, jeez that name was clearly thought up in the early 1900s.'' Peter thought out loud. Peter read the whole website and realized he would have to call to find out if they were accepting new students.

Peter had come to the conclusion that with his previous life's memories, and his new found genius, he didn't need to go through four years of school. He believed his time would be better spent training, the only question was how to pull it all off.

As Peter was thinking about what to do and how he wanted to do it his phone vibrated.

From: ##########

Hey!!

My brother's girlfriend gave me your number.

Said she met you on the train and said you were pretty funny.

''Huh she actually gave my number to her sister.'' Peter commented, before replying to the message.

I can be serious too. I'm Peter, what's your name?

Lol.

She told me what she told you.

My name is Kamala.

''No way, I mean what are the odds? But not a lot of people with that name right?'' Peter mumbled as he stared at the screen.

Nice to meet you. So what are you doing?

Surfing YouTube.

You?

Thinking fast Peter decided on what he would say.

I'm actually watching the newest video from my favorite creator.

Who is it?

I'll check them out.

SlothBaby productions

…really?!

Yeah, heard of her? Peter asked knowing she was the sloth baby.

Um, nope.

Sure haven't.

Cool name though.

I mean if you like sloths.

…which I do.

What is your favorite video?

That's a tough one. I think the one where she talked about super powered martial artists.

Oh that one was one of my favorites!!

Peter couldn't help but smile as he imagined her excitedly texting.

I thought you hadn't seen her stuff before.

…I haven't

I just watched it.

Just now.

Just now?

Yup.

Okay.

Peter and Kamala texted for hours. Peter asked this and that, and Kamala answered all his questions asking just as many. They learned they both had a love for manga, superheros, and RPG video games.

My phone just fell on my face.

Can barely keep my eyes open.

I'm going to go to sleep.

Okay it is pretty late. Talk tomorrow?

Yes please.

Oh hey send me a picture so I have a contact photo.

Peter held his phone up and smiled into the camera. No real posing or anything, just an honest picture.

Your turn.

Peter received a SnapChat picture of Kamala with animal ears and sparkling eyes.

Thanks Kamala. Goodnight.

Night Peter.

''Well that was fun.'' Peter said to himself, as he reviewed the conversation. He pulled up the picture she sent him and laughed, Kamala was cute as all get out in her show and the movie.

The next morning Peter woke up early, even though he had a different body he was still somehow accustomed to waking early. He decided to surprise Aunt May with breakfast in bed and began cooking a simple breakfast.

Peter grabbed all the ingredients to make scrambled eggs covered with a hollandaise sauce and sautéed mushrooms, with a side of toast and the option to smear apple butter on said toast. After he was finished cooking and plating it looked like a personal chef put it all together.

Peter balanced the three plates on a large tray and carried it to Aunt May's room. Aunt May was still sleeping in bed. She wore an old ratty T-shirt of her favorite soft drink and pajama pants, her sheets were all a mess just like her hair. ''Aunt May, I made you breakfast.'' She didn't move.

Peter poked Aunt May in the side and she sprung into a seated position. ''Keys!!'' She shouted, before looking around confused.

Peter couldn't stop himself from laughing. ''Having a bad dream about keys? What you couldn't find the right one?''

Aunt May glared at him. ''If you're going to laugh, don't expect me to rub your hair next time you're sick.''

'That's interesting. I'll just file that away to question later.' Peter thought.

Aunt May finally noticed the tray of food Peter was balancing in one hand. ''What's that? Did you go somewhere?''

Peter sat the tray down in front of Aunt May. ''No. I woke early, so I cooked breakfast.''

Aunt May grabbed the fork. ''I can believe you woke up early but I can't believe you made this.'' She took a forkful of the eggs. ''Oh my god Peter where did you get this and what is this sauce?''

''It's hollandaise sauce. I told you, I made it. Let's make a bet that I can make it again tomorrow.''

''You're so on. If you can't then you anytime I want this you gotta wake up early and go get it.''

Peter laughed. ''Okay, sure, but if I can then you owe me a favor.''

Aunt May squinted her eyes. ''What kind of favor?''

''Why are you looking at me like that? It's nothing bad, probably.''

Aunt May stuck out her hand. ''You have a deal but I hold the right to deny the favor.''

''That totally destroys the whole point in me asking for a favor but sure.'' Peter shook her hand and the deal was made. ''Okay I'm going to head to school early.''

Peter left the apartment and went to school. He wanted to be early because he needed to talk to someone. Entering the main office he found his guidance counselor.

''Mr. Thompson. Could I have a word?'' Peter called out to a middle aged man in a neatly pressed navy blue suit.

Mr. Thompson stopped and turned around. ''What can I help you with?''

''My name is Peter Parker, I just started here. I was wondering if you had the paperwork and information that I would need to take my graduation exit exam early.''

Mr. Thompson's eyes widened monetarily. ''Yes I have all of that in my office. Have you spoken to your parents about this?''

''I wanted to read over the material first. Why talk talk them about it if it turns out I'm not ready for it, right?''

''Very well. Follow me, I'll grab the information.''

Peter followed Mr. Thompson to his office and received the paperwork and all the information he needed. 'Step one…check.' Peter thought outside the office.

Sitting in the front office was a tall, lean, girl with a well developed chest. She was wearing a short black leather jacket that stopped at her midsection, scuffed blue jeans, and a nearly see through red blouse. It was Felicia Hardy.

Peter approached Felicia. ''Morning Felicia.''

Felicia looked at Peter as if she had forgotten him. ''Hey. What are you doing here?''

''Well I was looking for a girl willing to pose for my SM comic book, I saw you and thought you looked perfect. What do you say, can I take pictures of you wrapped in leather?''

Felicia began to blush deep red and covered it up by covering her mouth and laughing. ''Well can't say that I'll forget you saying that anytime soon.'' After she felt like her face was back to normal she whispered an inch from Peter's ear. ''I don't think you could handle me wrapped in leather.''

Peter could feel Felicia's warm breath on his ear, and nearly lost himself. He desperately wanted to take a step back but instead whispered back into her ear. ''We'll just have to find out.'' Peter turned to leave and shouted behind his shoulder, text me.'' He hoped it looked like a cool guy exit from behind because in front he was clearly trying to hide his erection.