At dusk, in Stark Tower, Miles threw himself onto the couch and let out a long breath. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling as he complained, "This is way too exhausting. I'm practically dead tired already."
Peter was adjusting the mechanical spider-leg support rig on the back of the Spider-Man suit. He pushed up his glasses and said, "Spider-powers should give you energy far beyond ordinary people. Back then, I couldn't sit still for even three minutes. Why are you still complaining about being tired?"
"I'm not talking about going out and fighting. I mean studying!" Miles slumped in his chair and wailed, "I'm really sick of math problems. I'm not cut out for studying! You can't judge me by the average education level of Spider-Men. I'm just a poor illiterate..."
"Impossible." Peter rejected that outright. He said, "Spider-Man's abilities not only give you strength beyond normal people, they also speed up your thinking. You should be exceptionally suited for learning."
"But I don't like studying." Miles said, "I don't want to sit in school listening to lectures, and I don't want to study chemistry or physics, much less do math problems! Oh God, I haven't even finished my math homework..."
"Then hurry up and do it. There's training tonight too." After finishing the adjustments, Peter turned to him and said, "Once you can defeat Sandman, your beginner tutorial will count as complete."
"This is only the beginner tutorial?!"
"Then get a perfect score in math."
Miles sprang off the couch and said, "Where's my gear? Tonight, I'm definitely going to show that big guy what I can do!"
Peter handed him the adjusted suit and said, "You have to understand, most superheroes have gone to Centaurus now, and the rest are mostly busy raising kids. There aren't many