"PETER! Get up! You're late for school!" the shrill yell of Aunt May rang into Peter's ears as his head shot up from his pillow. He looked at his rather cheap alarm clock for but a split second before nearly vaulting out of his bed. "I'm up, I'm up!" He threw on a pair of jeans and socks as the echo of his Aunt's footsteps down the stairs reached his room. "You'll have to get your own breakfast if you want it." Aunt May's way of saying she hadn't made anything that morning. Before long, Peter had washed his hair in the bathroom sink and put on a coat of deodorant before slipping into his cotton hoodie. Scurrying down the stairwell, Peter made his way into the kitchen and plucked an apple from the fruit basket on the table. Turning on his heels and retrieving his backpack from the waiting hands of his Aunt, he gave her a quick butterfly hug and, before he had taken more than two steps from the porch, her voice once again echoed in his ears. "Peter, wait. Your glasses." Turning 180 degrees, Peter stretched out and retrieved the headwear in question from his Aunt and waved one final time before beginning the long walk to Midtown High School.
Midtown High School
The courtyard of the public school was nearly vacant save for a skeleton force of staff members emptying trash cans and things of that nature as Peter arrived on the grounds. Peter, being the green-thumbed individual he was, had kept the core of the apple he had taken and simply tossed it into the nearest trash bag that the staff was preparing, garnering a couple of dirty looks as he skipped up the stone stairs into the front entrance of the school. Seeing the duo of security guards and the all too familiar secretary Mrs. Green, Peter placed his backpack onto the small table in the center of the room along with his watch and iPhone. Taking the step through the metal-detector without a problem, the teen waited for the guard to rummage through his bag. Sliding his watch back onto his wrist, Peter raised an eyebrow when the guard pulled out the laptop that Uncle Ben had given to him to repair the night before. "That's where I put that?" He ignored the look of the guard as he zipped his backpack up once more. Slinging it around his shoulder and slipping his phone back into his pocket, Peter signed himself in on the small sheet of paper by the secretary.
Somewhat jogging down the hall to his advanced calculus class, Peter stopped in his tracks when he saw one ravishingly beautiful Gwen Stacy walking down the opposite hallway. She was holding a hall pass, no doubt returning to class. She had turned back for but a split second when she heard his footsteps coming. Their eyes never met, and Pete's mouth opened and closed a few times before he shook his head violently and turned back once more. Truly, ogling over the hot blonde on campus was something of a weak spot for Peter, as he always found himself entranced by her presence.
Arriving at the door to his classroom, Peter attempted to open it, immediately realizing it was locked. Knocking ever so slightly on the door, Peter's eyes met the teacher's as the elder of the two sighed and shook his head, motioning his arm down the hall. Giving a sigh, Peter oh so dramatically said "Really?", which was met with a firm nod from his teacher.
Peter kept his head down as he sluggishly made his way into the library of the building. Smiling slightly at the librarian (he was one of the regulars of the spot, and had built a polite friendship with her.) Peter took a seat at his favorite little spot near the back of the library, right next to the window. "Well....might as well work." Peter thought aloud as he unzipped his backpack and retrieved the laptop. Placing it on the desk and pulling the monitor up, Pete began the start-up process. Logging onto the "Administrator" profile, Peter sighed as he saw the battery symbol hovering at about 65%. "Well, let's see what secrets you hold."
Twenty or so minutes later
A rather direct message popped up on Reed Richards' cell-phone. "Library. Now."