Class was boring.

It wasn't that Peter didn't like school, he was just way ahead of anything the school could teach, and therefore Peter already knew everything his tutors could throw at him.

He was so bored.

He definitely didn't want some giant flaming monster to barge through the door so he could get out of the lesson.

Not at all.

Not one bit.

Nope.

Nu-

'I'M ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL'

Wait, what?

'ON THE HIGHWAY-'

Peter quickly shut his phone off. He mustn't have turned the ringer all the way down.

"Mr Parker." Peter's teacher, Mr Hannigan, was obviously angry.

"Sorry, sir," Peter replied.

"It better not ring again, otherwise I will answer it for yo-"

'I'M ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL'

"That's it, Mr Parker!"

'ON THE HIGHWAY TO-'

A very familiar voice rang out on the phone.

"Kid, I'm sorry but we really need you. There's a giant flaming monster and-"

"I'm sorry, who are you and why are you calling my student in the middle of class?" Mr Hannigan interrupted.

"I think I should be the one asking that question, why do you have my intern's phone?" Mr. Stark said impatiently. "Anyway, like I was saying, sorry to pull you out of school but Capsicle and Wilson are down and my suit's almost out of pow-"

"I'll be right there, Mr Stark, I just need to-"

"ENOUGH! This lie has gone on too long and now you are getting an impersonator to make it believable? I am very disappointed in you, Mr Parker, and I will not hesitate to-"

But Mr Hannigan was interrupted by a gargantuous hand crashing into the ceiling of the classroom, thus rendering his speech insignificant.

Well, thought Peter as he- now fully suited up- threw a piece of concrete at a roaring fiery beast. Be careful what you wish for.