Prodigal Son's Prayer

13

At night, the students' families met them by the school bus. Liz's mother hugged Liz who said, "Mom."

"It's okay," Doris reassured. "All right."

"Peter?" May called as she ran to him and embraced him.

"Margot?" Daniel called as he ran up and hugged her tightly. "I'm here now."

"I can't stop shaking," she said quietly.

"I've got you, sweetheart."

Sarah hugged her sister and said, "I'm so glad you're okay!"

Margot nodded. "Yeah, me too. Turns out I'm claustrophobic. Who knew?"

The three continued hugging, not wanting to let each other go.

"Come here, come here," various families said. "Oh, my god."

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At school, the student news played on a TV in the hall.

"This past weekend, Midtown's Academic Decathlon team defeated the country's best to win the national championship," Jason said. "Later that day, they also defeated death."

Abe yelled, "Explosion. Sally scream. Flash scream. Everybody screamin'."

Charles was excited as he added, "There were purple lasers and smoke everywhere, It was..." a cat emoji appeared over Charles' mouth and a beep was inserted as he swore, "...just like a Bon Jovi concert."

"As you know, we made it out alive, and that's the important thing," Mr. Harrington stated. "I couldn't bear to lose a student on a school trip. Not again."

The camera amateurishly zoomed in on Mr. Harrington's face.

"Thankfully, no one was seriously injured, thanks to the Spider-Man," Jason said.

Jason and Betty awkwardly commented, "Thank you, Spider-Man."

"Up next: The Spider-Man mania is sweeping the school. How can you show your spider spirit?"

Peter grinned as he walked past the TV showing the student news. A few students were standing around the TV to watch the news. As Peter cheerfully entered another hall, Ned, Sarah and Margot joined him.

"Dude, dude, dude, dude. What is it like being famous when nobody knows it's you?" Ned asked.

"Crazy, dude," Peter replied.

"It's crazy. Should we tell everyone?"

"No."

Sarah shook her head. "No, that's a bad idea."

"Should I tell everyone?" Ned questioned.

"No, dude, no, that's not a good idea," Peter told him.

Sarah frowned. "That's a worse idea."

"Okay, come on, we'll be late to class," Ned said.

"I'm not going to class," Peter admitted.

"You're already in so much trouble for ditching the Decathlon. Alessa is in a little trouble, but less so because she actually showed up."

"Dude, listen, Margot and I figured it out, right? The wing suit guy is stealing from Damage Control. And what he takes from Damage Control, that's how he builds the weapons. So all I gotta do is catch him."

"But we have a Spanish quiz. Since when are you and Margot talking?"

"Since now. Ned, I'm probably never gonna come back here. Mr. Stark is moving the Avengers upstate, so when I bring this guy in-"