Flash found the suit in his backpack. He was slightly angered that Peter was really Spiderman but quickly shook it off and put on the suit. He had escaped Peter's stupid friend and was standing on the roof of a building, about to jump off. "Okay, how hard can this be? Peter Parker does it all the time, so obviously I'll be able to." Flash took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He jumped off the building and shot a web. The web hit the building across the street, and Flash swung right into it.
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Peter had been in class, and unfortunately for him, his body was no where in sight. Ned was nervously tapping his foot, looking for Flash as well. Just then, the entire class looked towards the window when they saw Spiderman screaming as he flew through the air into a building. Peter facepalmed and Ned sighed in annoyance. "Mr. Phillips?" Peter raised his hand as his teacher looked over to him. "May I go to the bathroom?"
"Make it quick, Mr. Thompson." He said. Ned raised his hand too.
"I also have to go." Ned said. Mr. Phillips looked at him.
"When Mr. Thompson comes back."
"I have to go now! It's urgent!" Ned pressed. Mr. Phillips rose a brow. "I'm...uh...on my period."
Mr. Phillips looked absolutely bewildered as Ned rushed out of class.
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Flash groaned as he pulled himself out of the dumpster he fell into. "Not as easy as it looks." He looked up and saw Ned and Peter in his body running towards him. "Oh hello there fat boy and Flash Thompson, who is totally the coolest and most awesome person I have ever met." Flash yelled.
Peter scowled and Ned rolled his eyes. "How can I help you civilians?" Peter and Ned could practicality hear the suave smile he put on.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Peter asked, causing Flash to frown.
"Dude, right now I am THE Spiderman! How could I NOT take advantage of that?" Flash asked. Peter rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
"Dude, go to class! You're going to mess up my perfect attendance!" Peter hissed as he stomped the ground and pouted.
"If I go to class will you stop acting so gay?" Flash lazily replied. Peter went bright red with embarrassment and crossed his arms.
"Maybe." He mumbled. Flash rolled his eyes.
"Fine, whatever." He then reached to take off the mask, causing Ned and Peter to screech in protest. "What?!"
"Are you insane?! You can't take it off here!" Ned yelled. Flash looked around at the people who were glancing at them.
"And why not?" Flash replied obnoxiously.
"Because I've worked my butt off for the past year to keep my--your identity a secret!" Peter poked Flash's chest. "I'm not letting you throw it all away now!"
"Did you just say butt?" Flash snorted. "Dude, just say ass. No one cares."
Peter turned even redder. Flash and Ned thought he might explode. "Shut it! Get your ass to class!"
"Ha! That rhymed!" Flash laughed as Peter dragged him into an alley to change.
Time Skip, Time Skip, does whatever a time skip does
Peter and Ned burst into a class, an absolutely miserable Flash behind them. "Ah, Mr. Parker. Glad to see you could join us." Mr. Phillips commented.
"Whatever fatso, can we get on with it?" Flash rolled his eyes as the class (yes, even MJ) shared a collective gasp. Flash currently didn't care about being nice to the teachers, since he was in Peter's body. Peter was red with anger as he violently placed a hand on Flash's shoulder.
"Ha! So funny! That was a joke, obviously." Peter smiled through gritted teeth. Flash rolled his eyes and sat in the back of the class. He would scowl at anyone who glanced at him.
No one knew Peter Parker could look so intimidating.
Peter was diligently taking notes, causing some weird looks to be thrown his way.
Flash Thompson never took notes. Period.
Something was seriously wrong with Flash and Peter. Mr. Phillips either didn't notice or didn't care because he looked over to Flash in the back. "Mr. Parker? What's the answer to this question?"
Flash looked up from Peter's phone and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Uh, 83."
"...this is literature." Mr. Phillips rubbed a hand over his face. Peter was bright red with embarrassment as Flash shot finger guns at the teacher.
"Totally knew that." Flash nervously chuckled. Peter had to resist the urge to facepalm. Mr. Phillips put on an unimpressed look.
"Uh, the answer is Tolkien." Peter answered as he raised his hand. Mr. Phillips looked slightly suprised.
"Correct, Mr. Thompson." He said.
"Now that's just plain odd." MJ mumbled as she glanced in between Peter and Flash.
Time Skip, Time Skip, does whatever a time skip does
It was the end of the day and both had failed to act like each other. "Maybe we'll be back to normal by tomorrow?" Peter mumbled as he paced back and forth in front of the school. Flash was leaning against the wall, watching his body frantically walk back and forth. "Maybe this was all a dream!"
"Chill out Penis." Flash rolled his eyes. "Pacing isn't going to solve anything." He walked over to him. "We'll go home, wake up, and see if things are normal. If they aren't, then we'll find a solution. We'll get through this." Flash smiled. "Also, when we switch back, we will never speak of this."
"Agreed." Peter nodded. "You know, you're actually pretty nice when you aren't trying to kill me."
"Don't push it, Parker."
"Right, sorry."
They both looked to the street when a limo came up. "That's your ride." Peter said. "Should we exchange numbers?"
"Sure." Flash shrugged. They exchanged numbers and Flash climbed into the limo. "Sup."
"Sup?" Happy replied. "You feeling alright?"
"I'm perfectly fine, dude." Flash waved him off. The limo started moving. "Funny question, why did I stop living with May?"
"Kid, she died half a year ago. Are you sure you're okay?" Happy glanced at Flash through the mirror.
"What?! I...knew that. Obviously. I just wanted to...make sure YOU knew." Flash nodded and put on a not-so-convincing smile.
"Right..." Happy replied hesitantly.
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"Thanks...dude." Flash shot him nervous finger guns. He walked into the tower and was greeted by the receptionist.
"Hey Peter!" She smiled.
Flash gave her an awkward wave and walked into the elevator. "Where are the butto--"
"Hello Peter." Friday greeted him. Flash screamed.
"Oh my god. Oh my fuck. Don't--Don't fucking do that." Flash tried to catch his breath.
"Tony wanted me to tell you that Shiro Wannabe is making spaghetti for dinner. Katniss has declared a prank war, so be on the lookout. Also, Capsicle and Spider Mom wanted me to tell you that training will be later than usual." Friday announced. "What floor would you like?"
"Uh, whatever floor Tony Stark is on." Flash told the AI."
"Going up." Friday replied.
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Flash walked in to see Clint and Sam in a heated argument. "I'M JUST SAYING YOU'RE ALMOST EXACTLY LIKE LANCE MCCLAIN!"
"I AM NOT!" Clint yelled in fury. "HE SHOOTS GUNS! I HAVE A BOW!"
"THAT'S THE ONLY DIFFERENCE!" Sam retorted.
"Uh." Flash tilted his head as he watched the two Avengers fight. They both shot their heads the Flash.
"PETER!" They yelled in unison.
"Woah--uh, hi." Flash waved.
"Settle this dispute! Is Clint exactly like Lance McClain or not?" Sam asked.
"The answer is nO!" Clint yelled.
"Uh, I--"
"Pete!" Bucky said as he walked in with a spoon full of spaghetti sauce. "Does this sauce taste right to you?" He shoved it into Flash's mouth.
"It's--"
"Peter!" Bruce said as he walked in. "Can you help me with this equation?" Flash looked at it and didn't understand any of it.
"Wha--"
"Hey Peter! Does this dress make me look fat?" Wanda asked as she walked in.
"You--"
"Hey! You didn't answer my question!" Sam said.
"Is it good? Was it too salty?" Bucky asked hopefully.
"Come on Peter! This is very important!" Bruce said pointing to the equation.
"I need to know! It's for my date with Vis!" Wanda crossed her arms.
"I--"
"Peter!" Tony said as he walked in. "I need your help for a suit!" Tony sipped his coffee.
"I'm--"
"Peter!"
"Pete?"
"Come on, Peter!"
"Peter, please!"
Flash didn't know how long he could last.
A/N:
I kinda love this chapter.
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