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Peter stood just behind the couch, Aunt May and Uncle Ben sitting on it looking practically done with him.
“No is no Peter, that’s our final answer. You're not going to Oscorp labs tomorrow.” May had exclaimed to Peter, who was begging for her to sign his permission forms.
“But my entire class is going! I’ll be the only one left behind-” He whined, heavily learning on the couch before him.
“Well I don't believe that's a us problem. You can't be trusted in labs right now, not since you set fire in the school ones.” Uncle Ben had stated.
To be honest? Fair, no one knows how Peter even started the fire, they were only making Oobleck for a fun, chill day, Peter was really confused by that.
The sad part is that he hasn't been allowed in any labs since then. Apparently, the school was scared by what he could use to start fires now as if this was the first time he’s made the school burn, cowards, the lot of them.
“But-”
“No. Look we know you've been itching to get back to labs, you got that from your parents, dear, thank god you only got that part from them” Aunt May had mumbled the last part before she was lightly tapped by Uncle Ben, signally for her to be quiet.
“Whatever, look, you got it from your parents but until you tell the school how you even made the cornstarch catch fire, you've been banned. I don't know why they've even given you the opportunity.”
He tried telling them he didn't know how the project went up in flames, but they didn't listen and just said he was lying and had further banned him from the school labs.
He also didn't know why they gave him the slip when they knew damn well he wasn't allowed, like, legally. Apparently he starts way to many fires using the most innocent materials, like who cares about the fact he has only been allowed to use child grade equipment in the past, and yet he still ends up out on the football field with the rest of his school being forced to talk to the firemen that know him a bit too well by this point… the government, apparently, they care.
“It's not my fault they continued to let me back in after the twenty-seventh fire of the term. And it wasn't the cornstarch that went up, it was the water.” Peter grumbled
He would be fine if he got to just see the labs, but they have teachers on guard to make sure he doesn't go down the hallways, like he won't start a fire in the damn hallway! He learnt his lesson last time, best keep it to one room and only have that shut down for a short time then the whole hallway which cuts off access to the labs in general.
‘Sweetie! That's the problem, you shouldn’t be able to say that, at all, not any of it!” Aunt May did have a point with that…
“Peter, I'm sick of arguing with you about this. Go to your room.” Ben put his hand on his forehead, as if he was getting a headache… How rude.
Peter didn't bother replying as he turned and left, as he slammed the door, he heard his guardians let out a sigh. He looked at the piece of paper he had on his desk waiting, just lying there patiently for a signature.
The disgruntled teen changed into his sleepwear, took off his glasses and placed them on his desk, and curled up under his Star Wars sheets, his eyes kept meeting the slip of paper on his desk even as he was failing to keep them open. Before he blacked out, one thought ran clear in his head through the fog… what if he forged their handwriting? He’s done it before when the school sent home a letter asking for their consent to allow Peter back in the school labs, that was for the second last fire, this time he's banned indefinitely until the government signs off on it.