With someone's elbow hooked around his neck from behind, Peter immediately found it hard to breathe.
That damn Thompson loved showing off his stupid muscles every chance he got! It was like they had been enemies in a past life—he was always finding new ways to bully him. So annoying!
They were obviously the same age, so why was he built like Captain America?!
But at that thought, Peter suddenly remembered Thompson's weakness.
He might look like a bad boy, but he was actually obsessed with all sorts of Superheroes, especially Captain America. Even when the classroom played those public service ads where the Captain taught kids to mind their language, he would stare at them without blinking.
And he had actually stopped swearing after that. It was weird as hell.
"Cough, cough... Captain America."
Peter stuck out his tongue as he choked and forced out the words. The next second, he felt the arm around his neck loosen, and the morning light in the classroom finally came into view through his bloodshot eyes.
"Where? Where's the Captain?"
Thompson looked around excitedly like a rabid fan, hoping the Captain would walk in through the classroom door, chat warmly with everyone, and maybe give him an autograph.
But he quickly realized he'd been tricked. He turned to Peter with a vicious grin.
"You're done for, Mr. Parker. You actually dared to fool me. Today, I'm stripping off your pants, taking pictures of your skinny-ass body in nothing but underwear, and posting them on the school's online message board."
Perhaps he was imagining Peter crying helplessly after being bullied, because Thompson happily rubbed his hands together.
"Don't get worked up!" Peter's eyes darted wildly as he raised a hand in a stop gesture and said between gasps, "Do you know where I