Thread: A Fun Little Game of Cat and Spider (Vash x Bubbles)

Peter woke up to the incessant sound of his alarm clock beeping. He rubbed his eyes trying to wake up, groaning. Oh man, why did I have to have class today? When he finally came to he reached over to instinctively shut the stupid alarm clock off, but all he felt was air, not the familiar feeling of his wooden night stand. That was odd. He looked around and saw not the familiar sight of his desk or computer, not the posters he had tacked on his wall, or even the pictures he had around the room. All he saw was the plain white color of his dorm room ceiling, then he looked down and saw his bed and everything else, Oh man not again! He had come back to the dorm so late last night he didn't even make it off of the ceiling before falling asleep. He looked at his hand and saw that he was still wearing his suit, wonderful. He crawled down from the ceiling and and laid down on his bed, trying his he's to ignore the alarm. Five more minutes, he said to him self as he shut the alarm off of his clock. He finally fell asleep. When he woke up again in a jolt and looked at his clock, he was late!! Oh man! Doctor Conners will kill me! He jumped off of the bed and grabbed whatever clothes he could find, a pair of jeans, a green t-shirt and a red button down that he wore over it. He took the gloves to his suit off and and put his web shooters in his backpack. He ruffled his brown hair and flew out the door to his dorm. Sometimes this hero gig really killed him, all of the constant swinging around and beating up bad guys was exhausting and for what? J. Jonah Jameson to print BS about him in the Daily Bugle?! Thanks to that nut case half of New York feared him a quarter of them wan to kick his ass mainly cops who don't like him and the rest.... well he figured they were undecided. What was even worse was that he worked for said nut case taking pictures of Spider-Man in action or in J.J.'s words, 'Cathing him red handed in the act!' Sometimes he wondered why he still even did this job, but everytime he does the same six words his uncle said to him before he died ring like church bells in his head. 'With great power, comes great responsibility.' After last night though he knew things were about to turn south even more, so his responsibility was now on double time, thanks to a theif he just missed robbing a jewelry store. It was fast and efficient, whoever they were knew what they were doing and that made Peter think that there were about to be more of these. When he was out of his dorm building he sprinted across campus, his super speed and agility helping greatly, and he skidded to a halt at the front door to the Natural Sciences building. He fast walked to Dr. Connors classroom and silently opened the door and tried to sneak to a seat in the very back, but Dr. Connors stopped his lecture to welcome Peter with, Why Mr. Parker, lovely for you to join us! I hope sleeping in was worth it since you missed about half of my lecture. Get the notes from one of your fellow classmates, if they should be so willing as to do so. Peter hung his head and slunked over to his seat. He sat down and pulled out his notebook and began to take notes on the rest of his lecture. He tried to look around for anyone willing to give him their notes but he was not seeing any takers on that. Great, what a fine start today! He was gonna have to beg Dr. Connors for his teaching notes after class. Unless someone would step up and help him out. He was doing so well here! It was an upper level course and he was just a freshman. Dr. Connors was at first not very happy, like most of his upper level professors, that the university allowed that thinking that Peter wouldn't be able to handle and drop it within a few weeks, Peter couldn't blame him. So he did his best to be on time, attentive, and to study hard for highs classes and up until now he was doing well, but surely now Dr. Connors was beginning down the train of thought where Peter couldn't handle the work. Fantastic!