#The Mr. Muscles Fan Club button cracks me up every time.

[positivelybeastly]

This is your friendly reminder that THIS is the variant cover for X-Force #50.

[hilllsnholland]

I have a request if it's ok! The Academic Decatholon team discovering Peter has muscle! Not Spiderman, just that he's jacked xD Please! If not it's ok too

Midtown High School could afford a new football stadium, uniforms for every team or club member, and even trips to Europe, yet they could not afford a bus with air conditioning. Sadly, you sat by a slightly cracked window, sweating your brains out on the bus with the other members of the A.D. team. You were overwhelming hot, to the point where you wanted to pour your water bottle over yourself so you get a little satisfaction. 

But Peter Parker was sitting next to you. The boy of your dreams. The cutest kid you’ve ever seen and you were not making a fool of yourself today, no sir. Peter was pulling at his plaid button-up, beads of sweat dripping down his face, like everyone else, and looking pretty damn good. 

“Mr. Harrington! This feels like torture! We’re dying over here,” Flash whined as he tried to fan himself with a study card. 

“Speak for yourself,” MJ laid back in the seat as if nothing was bothering her. “Sweating is for the weak,” 

You rolled your eyes at your best friend. It was obvious from her frizzing hair and reddening cheeks that she was also dying, but she wanted to piss of Flash. It had become her favorite game, to see how much Flash could take before he was pulling ‘You’ll hear from my father’ card. The boy who called Draco Malfoy sometimes. 

“Kids, don’t worry. If nothing gets in our way we’ll be sitting in a nice air-conditioned hotel in about twenty minutes! We’ll be fine,” Mr. Harrington assured everyone. 

Suddenly there was a giant lurch with the bus and steam was expelled from the front. The bus driver took a sharp right turn and stopped off the vacant road. Mr. Harrington laid his face in his hands while everyone groaned in annoyance. Peter leaned his head on your shoulder and sighed into your shirt. 

“We’re gonna die out here aren’t we?” He joked. 

“If I die first you can eat me,” 

“You and MJ…I swear….” He laughs. 

Mr. Harrington ordered everyone off the bus and to leave their things for the time being. You followed Peter and Ned with MJ right behind you. If the bus was hot, the beating sun was excruciatingly roasting. 

“I’m going to call another bus service. Everyone stay here. There’s nobody for miles and I can’t lose a kid….again,” 

Mr. Harrington stepped away, leaving the high schoolers to lay on the warm grass and wait for their impending suffering. You lay next to Peter and Ned, taking sips of your water to savor it. Flash walked past you as you take a sip and grabbed the bottle, squeezing the entire contents onto your face and over your white shirt. 

“Flash you dick!” You yelled and jumped up. 

Peter sprang up also, seemingly ready to fight him but Flash just laughed it off like it was some big joke. Your shirt was see-through but luckily you were wearing a bralette that had a lot of coverage. It was lace with floral patterns on it. It was a really nice bra, but not everyone needed to know that. 

“Don’t be so uptight. Take your shirt off and chill,” 

“You’re a creep,” Peter spat. 

“Shut it penis, I’ll start,” 

Flash threw off his polo and showed off his upper body. He flexed and posed as if he was on the cover of a magazine. 

“She doesn’t have to-“ 

Before Peter could finish his sentence your shirt was thrown to the ground. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s less than you’d see at a swimming pool. It wasn’t sexual to you in the slightest, and besides the shirt was uncomfortable. 

“I’m fine Peter. Flash just thinks I’ll pussy out of his stupid horny games,” You spat. 

Peter watched Flash look at you with pure joy from ‘winning’ his stupid game. He was fuming, this was not okay in his book. Peter fumbled with the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head and handed it to you. 

“Here, if you want it,” 

You blinked three, four, five times at Peter’s sculpted body. Your mouth became dry as you took his button-up shirt. You always thought Peter was cute…but fuck he was actually hot? Like supermodel built. He looked like a freaking Greek god? When did he have time to go to the gym? You put the shirt on and twist the bottom so it’s fitted more like a cropped shirt. 

“I don’t think the school will like it if they found out students were getting naked in the woods,” 

“Ned! Nobody’s naked in the woods,” 

Peter blushed even harder as he stood there in front of all his peers shirtless. No one ever saw him changing, especially because he was always late for gym class. Now everyone on his A.D. team would know his dirty little secret. 

“Wow Peter….you look good,” You say in awe and Peter blushes. 

“Take some notes Flash,” MJ snickers and throws an arm around him. “Not body shaming, but don’t be a horny dickhead.” 

Flash grumbles something incoherent and throws his polo back on. Peter shrinks down, somewhat embraced by being shirtless in front of his peers for the first time. Or maybe it was all the attention. Everyone was looking at him like he was the greatest thing God had ever created. You run a hand down his back and awkwardly side hug him. 

“Thanks…I really…appreciate it,” You blush and hold up your drying shirt. “As soon as it’s dry I’ll give yours back,” 

“Oh, it’s fine. No big deal,” Peter blushes even harder as you smile at him. 

“I wasn’t kidding though. You look really good.” You bite your lip. “I thought you were cute before, but…” 

Peter perks up with huge eyes. He couldn’t believe this was happening. The girl of his dreams thought he was cute? This had to be a dream. 

“R-really?” 

“Yeah,” You laugh dryly. “Maybe when we’re not dying of heat exhaustion we could…”

“Hang out? Like…date?” 

You nod and Peter breaks out in a confident smile. He knew that it wasn’t because of his built body, but hey it broke the ice so that he could ask you out. Or you could ask him out….semantics. Either way, the two of you were pretty damn happy about this bus breaking down.