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Midtown, Manhattan, New York, USA, 2018
Midtown school of Science and Technology, established in New York City in 1962. Supposedly home to the best and brightest young minds New York has to offer. You would think the class difficulty would be a testament to that.
But Peter is bored. Him and Ned were sitting side by side in their calculus class, avidly taking notes on derivatives and antiderivatives that they both could do in their sleep.
Ned glances over to Peter to tell him something but the words die on his lips. Shocked speechless, Ned stares at his best friend’s fingers. His best friend’s blue fingers, and not the kind of blue that could come from a pen. It looked as if the skin of Peter’s fingers were turning a light shade of sky blue and creeping upwards.
Peter’s spider sense alerts him to the eyes on him and he cautiously looks around. After a few confusing seconds of not being able to find any danger Peter spots Ned, eyes blown wide in shock.
“Hey, what’s wrong dude?” Ned meets Peter’s eyes briefly then returns to his internal panicking and staring blankly at his best friend’s fingers.
“Peter your fingers, they’re blue.” Peter looks down.
“Huh?” Peter looks down at his hands, they are indeed blue. “Holy crap!”
“Is there a problem Mr. Parker?” The calculus teacher turns from where he was writing equations on the smart board.
“No sir! I, uh, just thought I saw a spider. Sorry sir! It won’t happen again, sir.” Peter leans over to whisper to Ned. “What the heck, dude!”
“I don’t know, man! Do your fingers feel cold at all? Or numb? It kinda looks like your circulation got cut off, dude!”
“I guess they’re a little cold, but not like I lost circulation. It’s more like I’ve been out in the snow too long. But we’ve been inside all day and there’s only like a foot of snow out there.”
“Yea, but it is January. Do you think it could be because you have trouble thermoregulating?”
“I don’t think so.” Peter, staring into space pensively, tucks his hands into his armpits, and hunches in on himself to try to warm them up. “When that happens, it feels more like I’m going to sleep. I didn’t even notice my fingers getting colder because of how cold it is outside.”
Peter pulls his hands out and flips them over between him and Ned.
“The blue is gone.” At this moment, the bell rings. With no decathlon practice today, both boys b-line for the front doors of the school, narrowly avoiding a confrontation with a certain entitled brat.
“Do you want to sleepover at my house tonight?
“Sure! Just let me tell Aunt May where I’m going to be and grab a change of clothes and I’ll be right over!”
“Awesome, see you soon!”
“See you!”