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Peter's first day back at school comes too soon as far as he's concerned. It's not that he doesn't like school-at the very least he doesn't have to worry about Flash it's more that he just really doesn't like sitting in the same place for long. Plus he's gotta sell an injury that healed up days ago. He makes a face at the wrist brace that's restricting his movements and rolls his eyes before continuing on to school.

He happens across one of Team Skull's bake sale tables and figures since he has a little time he can afford to get a quick bite. Everything is fall themed so he goes for a few pumpkin spice cookies. They're pretty good. Shelob's watching him apprehensively though. Did he do something wrong?

"C'mon on it's just a cookie. I'm fi-" He makes a face because very suddenly it feels like he's not getting air and his throat itches, he itches. What was in that cookie?

"I"m showing there is cinnamon and ginger in most pumpkin spice recipes. You should use the inhaler." Dwayne informs him.

"What?" Peter coughs, feeling maybe a little woozy. Maybe he should sit down or something? "I didn't bring it."

"Spina!" Shelob says angrily and worriedly. She glances around quickly and crawls over to the doughnut stand to very quickly explain the situation.

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"You have not seen Traumatic until literally the world has been falling to pieces in front of your eyes thanks to Arceus being messed with," said Jessie. "But I'll take your word for it. In any case, you better now?"

"Um... that's not really how trauma works. It's not a contest and you shouldn't undermine anyone else's experiences like that-your doesn't disqualify mine and mine doesn't disqualify yours." He frowns again and then just rubs at his face.

"I mean, sure? Better than I was, anyway."

"Jessie, you ain't helpin." said Meowth. "Dat ain't helpin."

Turning to Peter, he added, "Kid. At least wear your medic alert bracelet. Shelob's real worried fer ya. If you have a strong nuff allergic attack, ain't nuttin yer healin' factor will mitigate. You're gonna die from it. Do it fer Shelob. Please. She's yer friend. Not fer us."

Peter pauses and glances down at Meowth and then to Shelob. Was she really that worried? He doesn't want to wear the medic alert bracelet-it reminds him a lot of when he couldn't do anything before the bite. It feels like a kind of backwards step. But if it meant that much to her...

"Fine. I'll wear the stupid bracelet." He caves. Shelob rolls her eyes because human teenagers are a thing.

"I'm 100% sure Shelob feels more comfortable now, right Shelob?" said Meowth.

"As long as I don't have to carry a epipen wherever I go, I'll be more relieved." said Jessie, packing up the med kit.

Shelob nods, all though she thinks that Peter could do with less attitude. The stories she could tell from just past few months she's known him.

"Yeah... uh... thanks. For helping me out." Peter says sincerely. "I um... I guess it was a pretty bad reaction. But in my defense, I didn't know that there was cinnamon in pumpkin spice."