𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣

peter benjamin parker. spider-man. chemistry professor at paragon.

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althea

“You’re…not even close to where I’m assuming you need to be.” Althea gave a reassuring smile. “Of course, where are you trying to go? I have a feeling that you’re not a performing arts professor.”

peter fought the urge to let loose a string of swear words, realizing it would do neither of them any good. after all, it wasn’t her fault that he was in the wrong place. it was just his luck that he would end up half away across campus on his first day of class! there was no doubt in his mind that by the time he even reached the correct location most of his students would have left. perhaps he could send an email... he’d almost forgotten about the woman in front of him, looking up when he heard her question. “i’m looking for the science building.”

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adrian

* closed starter for @spiidcysense / “you only have two pairs of pants!”

“that’s not true.” his almost-always-in-place frown only deepened as he looked to peter, taking a great deal of offense from a statement that could have come from theora and been met far more warmly. “i own…- at least four.” 

“and how many of these four are just the same style in different colors?” peter questioned with a laugh, before pausing to briefly consider how he might be coming off as rude. it wasn’t his intention, especially when his own sense of style wasn’t much better. he just saw an opportunity to poke fun at his friend and jumped on it. 

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althea

“Uh -” Althea raised an eyebrow from her desk . “Hi Peter Parker, do you know you’re in the dance studio?”

“i’m where?” peter gasped, eyebrows quickly furrowing together as he turned his head to survey his surroundings. sure enough, he had made his triumphant dash into a dance studio. “well, that’s great,” he sighed, as he ran a hand through his hair, “any chance you can give me directions?”