A Juice Box of Acid and A Sandwich of Screws

by Banjo0_Bear22, DancingKat

Summary:

Peter Parker was having a good day. Plans for a lab day with Tony after school, dinner with The Avengers and he was going to find out where his class was going for their senior field trip.

That’s where it went wrong
The first of many events in a series of ‘Parker luck’.

THE FOLLOWING FORM MUST BE COMPLETED BY FRIDAY:

I do/do not consent to my child being taken on the Midtown Senior Class Field Trip to ‘STARK INDUSTRIES’.

Please sign on the dotted line:…………………….

The Avengers had laughed.
Aunt May had hidden her giggles.
Peter was not impressed.

OR

Where Peter is crashing out because he has a field trip to Stark Industries.

Notes:

HELLO!!! It’s the authors :D

After my bestie Banjo0_Bear22 stalked my bookmarks she also got hooked on field trip fics so we decided to write one together!! It’s going have a sprinkling of headcanons and a LOT of tropes :) I hope you all enjoyyyy as this is my first proper fic, and if you enjoy this pls go check out Banjo’s other ficsss Xxx
- DancingKat

Banjo0_Bear22:
Hiiiiiiii pookie! I am so excited to make a fic that I’ll actually finish!! That’s why I love DancingKat as she motivates me to write by bribing me with m’m’s. <3

All comments are appreciated! Please leave them and we’ll respond to as many as we can <333

Chapter 1: Safety Goggles: Not Required

Peter threw his bag onto the desk, knocking off many things that probably shouldn’t be on the floor. But he didn’t care much about the fallen equipment and vials, instead he sat down on a stool, pulling up the latest iteration of his web-shooter design. (It was still getting jammed with web fluid every couple of shots.) Tony wasn’t due to be in the lab for at least another 40 minutes, so he thought that he might as well start fixing it now.

Peter had a headache. Not one of those small ones that sit right behind your eyes, but one of those brain exploding, ears falling off, kind of ones. He was furiously working on his design, thinking about May’s reaction to the news that had been plaguing his mind all day.

* * *

The door opened as he took his key out of the lock. May had the radio on full volume and was dancing around the cramped living space, tidying the apartment before her night shift. She had a hold on the old frayed mop that lived in the pantry as she danced, occasionally swinging it around like a long lost dance partner.

“I love you babyyyyyy, and if it’s ba ba mmm, I need you babyyyy,” she warbled to an arriving Peter. She was blurting random lyrics to the song, one shoe squeaking along the hardwood floors. Continuing to sway, she turned to Peter, “Come on Petey, you love this song!”

“Sorry May, not now.”

Peter dumped his keys onto the mountain of others in a bowl next to the door. He then proceeded to remove his bag, sliding it across the floor where it hit a chair and skidded to a stop. May came over to Peter, her arms outstretched for a hug. Normally he’d take the offer but today, well, today he was irritated. This morning Mr Harrington had dropped some news that did not make him happy.

His mood had been ruined the rest of the day, yet fate had even more ideas to spite him, by delivering a fatal blow.

The worst headache you could ever imagine.

May switched off the radio, “Peter, what‘s wrong darling? You’ve usually told me about your whole day by now.”

“Nothing, May. Everything’s fine.” said Peter, turning towards his room.

“Don’t lie to me, I’ve known you for your entire life. I changed your diapers, you know.”

Peter whined, “Mayyyyyyyyy-”

She grabbed his arm and pulled him to the sofa, sitting him down before running to the kitchen to make them both a cup of tea and cut two slices of cake.

Peter smiled, despite his sour mood.

She came back, handing him the food and sitting herself down next to him.

“So. What’s up?” she asked, stirring her mug of hot tea.

* * *

DUM-E scooted over, and started poking him in the shoulder. Peter sighed, and turned to the robot.
“Yeah? Are you running low on motor oil for your smoothies?”
He hoped so, so that he wouldn’t be a victim again - it was a very unwelcome surprise one night, when he was a bit too sleep deprived to notice.
The robot whirred, and started waving his claw in the direction of a shape that lay in the corner of the room, covered by a cloth.

Peter frowned, and walked over to it. What’s this? he thought. That's strange. Tony hadn't told him about any new projects. He was a little skeptical about removing the cloth, as he recalled the time Thor had pranked him by putting an exploding snake inside a covered box. (Thor took the prank war a bit too seriously, and they had to talk to him about health and safety after this incident.) But he also remembered how Thor had fondly said Midgardians weren't the smartest but Peter was one of his favourites. If he and Ned had a bit of a freak-out later, no one needed to know.

But, Peter hoped Tony hadn’t yet reached that level of insanity. He hoped.

Still curious, he began to reach for the white cloth.

“Peter!”

Peter jumped, turning around to see Tony standing in the doorway of the lab.

“Mr Stark! I thought you were meant to still be in a meeting?” he said brightly, walking back to his desk.

“Well I’m sure they can handle it without me for a little while. It’s all just marketing sh-stuff,” he shrugged, peering down at a computer displaying important information and frowning a little. “I’d rather spend time with my favourite intern,” he paused briefly, looking up at Peter and smiled, ”That's you by the way, what have you been working on?” Tony asked, talking in a mannerism that screamed ‘dad’.

”Not much,” replied Peter, passing the web-shooters over to Tony, who had moved away from the computer closer to him, “The releasing mechanism keeps jamming if I shoot too many webs too fast, and I can’t work out how to stop it from whirring so loudly when I'm close to enemies. It's really annoying, and it‘s ruining my whole ‘stealth’ persona.”

“Huh,” replied Tony as he began to examine them, “Maybe ask Shuri when she’s around next? I think she’s coming here in a few weeks.” suggested Tony, placing them back on the table.

”Is she? That’s great!” Peter exclaimed, “I haven’t seen her in ages, and she told me that she was going to try and make lightsabers! Lightsabers, Mr Stark!”

”I fear the havoc the two of you would wreak if you had lightsabers,” replied Tony, “And please, Peter, call me Tony.”

”Never, Mr Stark.”

Tony glared at him.

”Anywayyy,” said Peter, “Have you got anything else to work on?”

Tony dramatically began explaining the woes of his mechanics and ideas on how to fix them. Often dropping in random lore of his past adventures with the Avengers and how he obviously was the most important of the group. Peter struggled to get Tony to focus back on the machines that were scattered around them, but he could only do so much.

Once Tony stopped name dropping, they started working, blasting music through the speakers. Through their time working together they had developed a relationship where they didn’t need to talk to communicate. Tony would hold out his hand, and Peter would hand him whichever tool he needed, confusing anyone who was watching them. The lab was one of Peter’s favourite places to be. He found it peaceful, despite the occasional danger of his work exploding or something similar. Time didn’t really matter to him there, he was content to keep working and often didn’t notice the time till it was the late hours of the night.

Before he knew it, the voice of Tony’s AI Friday came through the speakers.
“‘Capsicle’ says that dinner is ready, and asks that you come up to the kitchen now.”

”Thanks, Fri. We’ll be there soon,” said Tony, standing up and stretching, “C’mon Pete, let’s go.”

He turned around and saw vials of chemicals and equipment that Peter had knocked onto the floor with his bag.
He sighed, “And Peter, Pepper and May would actually murder me if they saw that I wasn’t being responsible, so can you pick up the stuff you knocked over earlier, it’s a ‘safety hazard’. ”

”Says you,” replied Peter, going to pick up the vial nearest to him, “I swear I’ve never seen you follow basic lab safety. My science teacher is very strict about it, he has a poster in the classroom of a blind girl that says: ’Carol never wore her safety goggles, now she doesn’t need them’ and I think that you should follow his advice.”

”Well, maybe I’ll put up a poster in here saying ‘Safety Goggles: not required’ and your science teacher will just have to deal with it,” said Tony, starting to head out the door, “I’ll see you upstairs.”

Peter carried the equipment he picked up to the table in the corner of the lab, next to the mysterious box. Still curious, he went to reach for it again but Friday’s voice came and alerted him that his food was going to get cold. He left it, heading out the door but he made a mental note to ask Tony about it later.

 

* * *

Peter rushed to the kitchen with his school bag, and saw most of the Avengers scattered around the dining area. Nat and Bruce were chatting, while Bruce took out a tub of chilli flakes to add to the lasagne Cap had made. His mutations meant that he couldn’t taste very well, so he always doused his foods in the strongest flavours he could find. It wasn’t very fun to share snacks with him.

Steve and Bucky were portioning plates of steaming hot lasagne, and Steve was wearing the floral apron that Bucky had got him as a joke gift, but that Steve had loved and worn ever since.

Thor was guffawing loudly, pounding his hand down on the table as he laughed at a joke that a now-startled Wanda had just told. Vision calmly smiled from her other side, clearly oblivious to whatever had made Thor react in that way. Sam and Rhodey were over by the counter, chopping some vegetables to go alongside the lasagne while chatting about their day.

And over in the near corner outside on a little balcony, Tony and Pepper stood quietly chatting, both leaning against the large glass door that separated them from the inside, with their backs turned. From an angle Peter could tell Pepper was blushing, while Tony just looked proud that his genius-ness was charming her. As always.

Peter set down his school bag on a spare chair, before sitting down at the large dining table. Tony was a fan of the super-sleek, modern design, so the entire kitchen looked like something from a sci-fi film. But the living room was a different story. This whole floor didn’t have any walls, so the dining room, kitchen and living room were all visible from the other. The Avengers had added so much homeliness to the futuristic space: there were magazines scattered all over the coffee table, a couple of controllers for the latest Stark-Gaming machine left on the plush couch and random high-tech Avenger equipment had been thrown around the vicinity. Every Avenger had their own personalised blankets bought from some cheap merch store due to Tony’s ’generous’ gift giving nature.

“Dinner is served!” Cap called, brandishing the plates of lasagne.

Everyone began to wander towards the table, aside from Tony and Pepper who remained in a private conversation over by the large glass doors.

“Where’s Clint?” asked Nat, looking around the room for the archer. Peter looked around too, he could hear the archer, but couldn’t see him. He realised that he must be beyond regular human hearing range, and made the assumption that he was lurking in the vents above. He caught Nat’s eye, and pointed up to the ceiling. Nat looked confused for a second, furrowing her eyebrows before she realised what he meant.

She smiled knowingly and turned to Thor, “Hey, I think that there’s some kind of pest in the vents, would you mind getting it out?”

“Of course!” Thor roared, smiling, “Perhaps it is Loki, playing some kind of trick - I should use Mjolnir to get him out!” Thor grabbed the hammer and began to swing it around to hit the vent.

Peter heard frantic scrambling in the vents as Clint attempted to get out of the way, but he was too late.

A earsplitting BANG echoed around the dining area, as the metal shook and the grate fell from the ceiling, along with a very startled archer. He landed with a thump on the dining table, knocking off the cutlery that had only just been laid there by Bucky.

An amused Tony walked over to the table, picked up a fork from where it had fallen on the floor, and placed it on Clint’s head.
“Fixed it.” he remarked, waving at Pepper to come over to where everyone was gathered.

Clint clambered off the table, letting the solemn piece of cutlery clatter to the floor. Nat looked at him amusedly, glad to have caught him. He glared back at her.

He looked at the people gathered around him, unimpressed, ”So no-one had any type of concern for my health and wellbeing? Nope? Nada?” he sighed, “Didn’t think so.”

Nat hummed, “I cared enough to give you warning.” she responded smiling, ”And you look cute flustered.”

“Bitch.”

“No profanities at the dinner table,” said Tony, then, mock-whispering, “Not in front of the baby…“ Peter punched him in the arm. “Hey!”

”Says you, Tony. I once heard you call a spanner a dick because it wasn't the right size. And yesterday, you called a screw an asshole for falling off the workbench.” said Pepper, laughing.

Before Tony could reply, Steve cut in, “Hey, the lasagne’s getting cold!”

They sat down, still bickering and jabbing at each other. Peter smiled. He loved it when they all ate together - they were all so busy he rarely had time with all of them.

They chatted and ate, exchanging stories and anecdotes about their days. Peter let it wash over him, he wasn’t particularly excited about his own news, so he kept quiet and listened intently, letting the array of voices calm him.

But of course, the attention turned to him. Curse Parker luck.

“Маленький паук [Little spider]! You haven’t said much this evening, how was your day?” asked Nat, serving him some more lasagne.

“It was… fine, I guess,” he said, pushing his food around with his fork, “We found out where we’re going for our senior trip.”

“Oh, where are you going?” asked Tony, knowing how excited Peter had been for the final trip of the year. He had been talking about nothing else for the past week, overjoyed at the prospect of an afternoon with his graduating class and, due to the fact their school was very STEM focused, it would be an afternoon of him and his friends (mostly Ned) geeking out over some science thing. But this Peter didn’t match the version Tony was thinking of.

Peter sighed.

”My class is going on a field trip to Stark Industries.”

Notes:

Thanks for reading! Sorry if our 3 year Basic Russian Knowledge isn’t quite right

Please tell me you guys know the poster we mean with Carol lol

Also THANKS to our first beta reader, lysm - you eating porridge and reading our draft was so motivational :D

IN LOVE with this concept, and very excited to write the actual field trip soon!!
- DancingKat

Chapter 2: Top Ten Anime Betrayals

Notes:

Hey guys! So excited to be back!!! I was actually so excited to keep working on this, but I wanted it to be good so sorry for the delay. :( I got back from being away and sat down for a bit to write and did before I realised I had accidentally been writing for the last four hours so… that happened I guess. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter <333333
-DancingKat

Sozzzz that I was so late guys :( I am a busy Gworl 🧪🧬. Love the support from u all and ur comments and kudos make me happy 😊 Gyattt
I’ve literally been speed reading hunger games in the past few days and I frankly realise how good it was. My heartstrings have been tugged *sad sniff*
🤧 But stalking my besties Spotify is like a form of therapy :))))))
Love yall <3
-Banjo0_Bear22

ALSO special shout-out to our first commenter and 1# fan Mothx! You are so sweet and so much of our motivation to keep writing this so thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy the chapter Xxx

Peter had been excited for today. The senior field trips were always said to be the best. The other students would see the seniors clambering off the coach, loudly proclaiming about how amazing it was and all the cool things they did.

Peter was excited to be in their place, especially since he now had Ned and MJ there with him.

 

So when Peter entered his first class period of the day, he was eager to find out (along with the rest of the class) where exactly they would be going. He was also hoping that it would be better than his last field trips - Washington was a bit of a disaster because of the spider-side of his life, and Oscorp had been the reason he had a spider-side in the first place.

 

But if he hadn’t gone on that trip, would he really be where he was today? It had led to his first mission, and after, Tony had offered him an internship at Stark Industries. It had originally just been a cover for his spider activities, but then Tony realised that Peter was smarter than he looked and had actually taken him on as some kind of apprentice. He had plans for lab time with Tony later that day, and they had finally found a time when all the Avengers (and Pepper) were around for dinner. That would have blown pre-spider Peter’s mind! he thought, Working with the famous genius Tony Stark AND having dinner with Earth’s greatest heroes? Impossible.

 

But it was possible. And Peter was so grateful for it.

 

MJ sat lazily on the desk behind him, her long legs propped up on the table, casually reading a book on quantum mechanics. Though, Peter wasn’t too sure she was actually reading it, since she hadn’t turned the page the whole time he’d been there. It wasn’t her usual read, but she had been convinced by Peter to give it a try. She’d only agreed when he’d confirmed Pepper found it interesting - MJ seemed to believe that Pepper Potts was some kind of divine being and would often ask Peter about her. Peter hadn’t introduced them yet, mostly because of Pepper’s busy schedule, but also because he was slightly afraid of the team that they would make against him and Tony. It was scary enough with only one of them giving him a death glare when he did something stupid (MJ) or when he stayed up too late (Pepper).

 

He turned to her, “Are you excited for the trip?” 

 

“I think it’s going to be part of a capitalist regime to indoctrinate young people into believing the only valuable path in their life is to join an oppressive tech cult.” she deadpanned, her eyes boring into his. 

 

“Oh. That’s- ok. Enjoy your book.”

 

She simply nodded at him and went back to staring at the page.

 

He turned back to the front, wondering where Ned had got caught up before he suddenly felt his spider sense alerting him that something was coming towards him. However, he adamantly ignored it and let a flying pencil hit him in the back of the head.

 

He didn’t need enhanced senses to hear Flash Thompson and his cronies laughing and mocking him from the back of the class.

 

Peter thought that he and Flash seemed to have different tastes in humour.

 

Most of the class had entered the room now, noisily making their way to their seats, bantering, throwing balled-up notes to each other and loudly discussing ideas for the location of the trip. Ned caught Peter’s eye as he walked in, and Peter gave him a small wave. Ned, on the other hand, gave a wide smile and bounded over to his seat next to Peter’s. He eagerly sat down in his chair, exclaiming, “Peter! I’m so excited for today! Where do you think we’ll be going? What do you think we’ll be doing? Do you think we’ll meet anyone cool there? Do you–”

 

”Ned.” Peter cut him off.

 

”Sorry,” said Ned, sheepishly. “It’s just, it’s our senior trip! We only get one of these, and I bet it’s going to be somewhere awesome.”

 

“I bet it will,” Peter replied, now not hiding his own excitement. 

 

The two of them avidly fell into discussion about the school trip, talking about the possibilities of where it will be and what they would be doing. MJ was still lounging on the table behind them, and Peter could tell she was listening, even if she was still pretending to be interested in her book. 

 

During Ned‘s animated talk about the new Star Wars Lego sets being released, (they had changed topic from the trip when Ned speculated about going to a sewage plant, having run out of other ideas. Peter immediately internally vetoed ever attending school again, if that happened) Mr Harrington pushed open the door. A hush fell quickly around the class, everyone going silent as they looked at him, waiting in anticipation.

 

”Wow, I think that’s the fastest you’ve ever gone quiet. Maybe you should all be this enthusiastic about physics every lesson!” Mr Harrington remarked, walking to the teacher’s desk.

 

”I’m sure you’re all eager to know where we’re going for this year’s field trip,” the class collectively took in a breath, “but I think if I tell you now, none of you will be able to focus on today’s learning. So, I will reveal the location of the field trip at the end of the lesson.”

 

The class groaned loudly, clearly displeased. Even MJ looked irritated, a change from her normal monotone facade, although it may have only been because she didn’t want to keep listening to Ned’s excited speculations.

 

“I think I will spontaneously combust if he keeps dragging this out,” she muttered to Peter and Ned once Mr Harrington turned to the board.

 

From there, the physics lesson was like any other, aside from the excited whispering plaguing the classroom every time Mr Harrington’s back was turned. 

 

Peter tried to ignore the other bits of paper, gum and broken pencils that were thrown at him by the group at the back of the class, but it was getting increasingly frustrating as he heard their jeering getting more gleeful with every item they hit him with. Eventually he had enough and ‘accidentally’ knocked his pencil off his desk and bent down to reach it while a crumpled up worksheet was thrown where his head had just been.

 

Unluckily for them, this created a perfect arc to hit Mr Harrington with. He turned around, furious. Grabbing the paper off the floor, he yelled, “Who threw this?”

His eyes turned to Peter, who was just sitting up from having picked up his fallen stationery.

 

“Peter! I want you to stay behind after class!” he said, ignoring Peter’s hurried protests.

 

Parker Luck strikes again, he thought bitterly, listening to the barely contained laughter from Flash’s gang.

 

The end of the lesson came with a lot of excitement from the class. They sat, watching intently as Mr Harrington slowly packed away his things. 

 

Finally, he turned to the class. “Well everyone, you’ve been very patient. Aside from some minor mishaps,“ he glanced at Peter, “you’ve also been well behaved. Drum roll please! So, I can now reveal your senior field trip is to… “ The class began banging on the tables, eagerly waiting. 

 

“Stark Industries!” 

 

The class fell silent for a second, everyone taking a second to process the information, before massive shouts and cheers filled the room. People were jumping out of their seats, others collecting bets from their friends and some just smiling from ear to ear. Stark Industries was known for being one of the most incredible field trips to go on, and they only took a few tours each year. It was a dream for STEM students, and for many in the class, a dream come true. 

 

Ned had been one of those who leaped out of their seat, and he was now jumping up and down on the spot. MJ was smiling slightly and had put down her book, most likely excited at the prospect of possibly meeting Pepper Potts. Peter, however, had his head on the desk, wondering why he had to be cursed with Parker Luck.

 

”I know you’re all very excited, but if you don’t take one of these permission slips and give it back to me, signed, by Friday you won’t be going on the trip. Please collect one from my desk on the way out,” said Mr Harrington, dropping a large stack of papers onto the table in front of him. 

 

The class started getting up and leaving, grabbing permission slips and continuing to chatter excitedly.

 

Ned, MJ and Peter also grabbed one each and headed for the door, but Mr Harrington called out, “Peter! Don’t forget I asked you to stay behind. Ned, MJ, you head off, and Peter can catch up with you later.”

 

Peter sighed, said a short goodbye to his friends and retreated back into the classroom.

 

“Sir, I’m sorry about the paper, but it wasn’t me! Flash was throwing things at me all lesson, and he just missed that time and-“

 

“Peter, you need to stop lying,” said Mr Harrington, cutting him off. 

 

“But sir I’m not-“

 

“Peter!” 

 

Peter stopped. This wasn’t going anywhere. 

 

“Now Peter, I know you’re a good kid. But with this field trip coming up soon, you need to be on your best behaviour. It feels like you’re not making an effort. You’re late to lessons more often than not, and sometimes you don’t even bother to show up at all! You bring in late homework, and now you’re blaming things on your fellow classmates. And I didn’t want to bring this up, I was hoping it would go away on its own but…” He trailed off for a second, and Peter’s nerves grew by the second. 

 

“You need to stop lying about this ‘Stark Internship’ that you claim to have.”

 

Peter’s heart froze. Did his favourite teacher really believe that he was lying?

 

“Yes, I’ve heard about it from the other students. I know you may think it’ll make you seem ‘cool’, but Stark Industries is a very prestigious place Peter, and it’s very important that we make a good impression there. We don’t want to be seen as any kind of security risk, okay?” He sighed, “I know things have been hard for you since your Uncle Ben passed- ”

 

At this point, Peter stopped listening. He hated it when teachers just assumed anything he went through was just to do with Ben. It was like they only looked to a surface level and picked whatever reasoning they found most convenient to them. Mr Harrington had just been demoted from ‘favourite teacher’. 

 

“-but this needs to stop now Peter. If you want to come on this trip, I don’t want to hear another word about it. Understood?”

 

“Yes sir,” he managed to say, gritting his teeth.

 

“Okay, good. I’m glad we’re on the same page. I’ll let you catch up with your friends now.” The teacher replied, oblivious to Peter’s internal rage.

 

Peter left the classroom, silently fuming. He stomped down the corridor, heading for where he, Ned and MJ usually hung out. However, he was stopped by someone pulling his bag sharply, and he stumbled backwards into an empty classroom.

 

“Wow Parker, you should look where you’re going!”

 

Could this day get any worse? 

 

Flash stood there, along with two of his friends. One of the cronies sneered at him. Why anyone would want to be friends with Flash was something that Peter would never understand. 

 

”What do you want, Flash?” asked Peter.

 

”Nothing Penis, just wanted to ask you if you’re excited for everyone to see just how fake your so-called internship is,” he jeered. “My parents are funding this trip you know, and they’d be more than happy to kick you off of it.”

 

”It’s not fake, and I’m sorry you’re not smart enough to get one yourself, Eugene.” Peter said as he turned to leave. Without warning, he felt a fist colliding with the side of his head, and he stumbled as he was hit.

 

He turned, his spider-fighting instincts kicking in. He took a step towards Flash, who had an expression of pure hate on his face, but then he stopped. He was better than this. He was Spiderman. He took a breath and walked out of the classroom. 

 

He could hear Flash’s angry shouts coming from the classroom behind him.

“Really, Penis? Are you really that much of a coward? Can’t take a punch or two? So weak you won’t even try to finish the fight? You’re a joke, Parker!”

 

With every remark, Peter’s will to ‘just ignore him’ was weakening. He had probably taken more punches in the last week than Flash would in his entire life, but it wasn’t like he could say that. By the time he reached the end of the corridor, it was taking everything in him not to walk right back to where Flash was standing and punch him right in the face. 

 

By some miracle though, he managed it and reached where Ned and MJ were sitting. They seemed to sense his seething anger and didn’t ask him about it. Peter was glad - he thought that he too might spontaneously combust if he had to talk about Flash or Mr Harrington or the field trip or all the other hundred thoughts that were swirling around his mind. 

 

Instead, Ned and MJ managed to distract him with random chatter, and MJ gave him some of her crisps [chips]. Peter was so grateful for the two of them.

 

* * *

 

Peter was in a sour mood for the rest of the day. And it was glaringly obvious to Aunt May as soon as he got home. 

 

After wrestling him onto the sofa and pushing a mug of steaming tea into his hands, she sat down beside him.

 

”So. What’s up?” she asked, stirring her mug of hot tea. 

 

Peter sighed, “We found out where we’re going for our senior trip.”

 

”Oh! Was it… not somewhere you were hoping?” 

 

Peter laughed bitterly, “Not really.”

 

May frowned, “It can’t be that bad, where are you going?”

 

Peter got up and walked to his discarded bag and pulled out the permission slip he had received earlier that day. He handed it to her as he sat back down. 

 

“We’re going to Stark Industries.”

 

May spluttered a bit with her tea, and Peter was glad that she appreciated his problem, until he realised that she was laughing.

 

“May!”

 

She started laughing properly then at the disgruntled expression on her nephew’s face.

 

”Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” she said, though she didn’t seem it as she was still giggling. She peered over the permission slip, and before Peter could react, she grabbed a pen from the coffee table and signed the dotted line at the bottom of the page.

 

“May!” Peter exclaimed again, trying to grab the paper from her.

 

“Nuh-uh! You’re going on this trip, it’s decided!” She smiled evilly, whilst doing a sort of shimmy in her seat (that she would describe as a victory dance).

 

“But Mayyy,” Peter whined, “It’s going to be so awkward, I don’t need a tour when I’m already there almost every night! Just imagine if the Avengers decide to enact their prank war revenge then! I would actually die if we were touring some part of the labs and Thor just bursts down the door and throws some kind of Asgardian snake at me. Or if Wanda wants revenge for the paintball incident, and suddenly my entire class is floating above a pit of alligators or something!”

 

“But Peterrr,” May said mockingly, still smiling, “That’s not going to happen, and anyway, it’ll be fun! You can show your friends all your work, I’m sure they’ve already heard a lot about it and would love to take a look themselves.”

 

It was true, Peter had ranted to Ned and MJ lots about all the cool things at SI - all the labs, all the other interns and staff, all his projects and the Avengers, and he did want to show it all to the two of them. But not his whole class! And it wasn’t just that which he was worried about, which he then explained to May.

 

“Then what’s wrong?” she asked.

 

”Well…” he started, how could he explain this without it sounding too bad? “Some people in my class don’t believe that I actually have an internship. And when I say some, I mean all. And my teachers too. The only people who actually believe me are Ned and MJ, and they know I’m Spiderman.”

 

”What? They don’t believe you? Why?” asked May, immediately donning her ‘concerned aunt’ face.

 

”I mean, it’s not the most believable, is it? That a random high schooler has an internship at one of the most prestigious companies in the world. I probably wouldn’t believe me either.”

 

“Well, this trip can be your opportunity to show them! They’ll have to believe you if Tony shows up and starts showing off your work.”

 

”There is no way I want Tony involved with this!” Peter said hurriedly, “He will make it his mission to embarrass me in some way, and my whole class will be there, and it will be awful. No way that’s happening.”

 

He was still scarred from the incident when he was working with the other interns in Lab 14, when Tony had sauntered in with a bagel in hand, to remind Peter that he hadn’t yet eaten breakfast that day. The other interns had stared, as it wasn’t everyday that Tony Stark himself walked into a lab and gave an intern a bagel. Tony, instead of being embarrassed, had laughed that “Underoos” was always forgetting stuff, and ruffled his hair as he had strolled back out of the room. That wasn’t a day to be easily forgotten, and Peter had been teased with “’roos” for the rest of the week.

 

”Look Peter,” said May, setting down her empty mug on the coffee table and looking Peter in the eyes, “Tony can be… a handful. But he would never intentionally make things bad for you, okay? If you asked him sincerely, he wouldn’t do that to you. I think you should tell the Avengers; you’re having dinner with them all tonight, right? They might be able to help you brainstorm some ideas to show your class how you’re actually a part of the company, but maybe not having dinner with the Avengers on a regular basis. When else are you going to show the whole class how right you are?” She ruffled his hair and took their empty mugs back to the kitchen.

 

Maybe she has a point, Peter thought, When else could he show Flash just how wrong he was? 

Notes:

Oooh the suspense. Anyway, thanks for reading, and just to let you know we don’t have a regular upload schedule yet, chapters are mostly being posted as they are written and I know Banjo and I are going to be quite busy in the next couple of weeks, but we will do our best to get Chapter 3 out as soon as possible! <3
–DancingKat

Chapter 3: Professional Brawl Stars

There was a pause after what Peter had just said. Then, the Avengers all burst into raucous laughter. Peter once again laid his head on the table in front of him, just narrowly avoiding his plate.

 

“Y-you’re going to…” said Clint, barely breathing as laughs wracked through his body, “STARK INDUSTRIES!”

 

Tony was also howling with laughter at Peter’s misfortune. Nat had composed herself, not being as cruel as some of the others. Vision just smiled placatingly, still clearly oblivious to the humour of the situation. 

 

“I do not understand,” he said, cocking his head inquisitively, “What is the amusement in Peter’s senior field trip being to this establishment?” 

 

This did not have the intended effect, as it caused Wanda to break out into another fit of laughter at her boyfriend’s sup-par social - or rather human - skills.

 

“It’s funny because,” said Bruce, turning to Vision and smiling, “we can embarrass Peter when he shows up on the trip to a place that he already works!”

 

“Yeah, and,” said Nat, a mischievous glint in her eye, “we can get revenge for his last prank when he froze all of Cap’s cooking ingredients for dinner in a large block of ice. And when he stuck Cap’s shield to the ceiling, do you remember, we couldn't find it and we had a mission later that day.”

 

“Great idea Nat!” Sam said, having only just recovered from his own fit of laughter, “We could tell his whole class about the time he had one mouthful of a spicy margarita Steve made, and then fell asleep in the bathtub.”

 

Peter did love the Avengers, but sometimes they could be real dickheads. 

 

“Shut uppp!” he groaned, burying his face in his hands. 

 

Pepper laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.

 

“Come on everyone,” she said, putting on a ‘disapproving mom’ kind of voice, “I know that it would be fun, but we can’t embarrass him too much okay?”

 

Thank God for Pepper Potts.

 

“But if Peter doesn’t do his part in the washing up after dinner, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.”

 

Maybe not.

 

Peter groaned again, before beginning to gather the now empty plates. 

 

“In a house filled with tech and design geniuses, we still haven’t found a way to not wash everything?” he grumbled on his way to the kitchen.

 

“Hey, at least we have a dishwasher and aren’t making you wash every plate by hand!” Tony shouted to Peter’s turned back, “Though I would consider unplugging it if you keep up the teenage attitude.”

 

Peter rolled his eyes, and started stacking the many plates into the dishwasher. The Avengers began to disperse from the table, some heading to the plush sofas in the living room, others whispering to each other about all the ways they could embarrass Peter while they gathered the remaining items from the table. 

 

Rhodey, who had beelined from his chair at the dining table to a plush armchair in the living area, called out: “Hey, what’s the movie for tonight? Isn’t it between Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back or Fast and Furious?”

 

”Star Wars!” Yelled Peter, sticking his head out from the dishwasher.

 

Rhodey must have felt bad for Peter after everyone ganged up on him because he didn’t protest and queued up Star Wars on the large TV mounted on the living room wall.

 

“I’ll get the popcorn,” called Pepper, retrieving a large bowl from one of the many cupboards. 

 

The others assembled for the movie night, clambering onto the various beanbags, armchairs and sofas placed throughout the room, layering up blankets and stacks of pillows to create the ultimate movie-watching lounge.

 

Once they were all settled with popcorn in hand, and an unnecessary amount of blankets over their legs, Rhodey clicked ‘play’.

 

As the opening credits started, Peter relaxed, Okay, maybe they’re not so bad after all, until he caught sight of Clint typing on his phone, the brightness as low as it could go.

 

With his enhanced vision he could see the title ‘How to embarrass Peter on his trip to SI’ at the top of a new note.

 

Maybe they were that bad after all. 

 

* * *

The next day, after Peter had begrudgingly dragged himself out of bed and to school, (“But Mr Starrrrk! It’s not like I need to learn calculus again,”) Tony sauntered into the Avengers meeting room. He was only, he checked his watch, 46 minutes late, just on the edge of fashionable, he reasoned, taking a chair next to Nat who simply raised her eyebrows, unimpressed. Steve had been in front of a screen, informing the team of their next mission, but now he stood, arms folded, watching Tony settle in his seat.

 

“How nice of you to join us, Tony.” said Steve, checking the clock, “You almost beat your record of how late you’ve been,”

 

He’d make a good ‘disapproving teacher‘, thought Tony. 

 

“Ha, yeah,” added Rhodey, “You were only seven minutes off of your record,”

 

”I am sorry to disappoint, I’ll be sure to try harder next time,” said Tony, winking at Steve, who just rolled his eyes.

 

”Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” said Steve, glaring pointedly at Tony, “This one’s going to be tough, we don’t know when the shipment’s going to happen, and when it does, we’ll only have fourteen minutes to get it out of the truck and onto the Quinjet- “

 

At this point, Tony stopped listening. Who could blame him? He’d heard this spiel a thousand times and his ADHD was alerting him that Clint was doing something much more interesting on the other side of the room.

 

He was hunched over his phone, frantically typing with an evil grin on his face. Tony pulled out his own phone under the table, opening up an app powered by Friday for this exact kind of situation. It wasn’t his fault if the Avengers didn’t read the T&Cs that came with using his Wi-Fi. He clicked on Clint’s name and was greeted with a view of his phone screen proudly displaying:

 

How to embarrass Peter on his trip to SI:

• Talk to his classmates about all the embarrassing stuff he does (ask Pepper for blackmail)
• Prank him (ask Nat for ideas)
• Convince his intern friends to prank his class

 

Wow, Tony thought, It’s no wonder he’s not winning the prank war.

 

”Who isn’t winning the prank war?” asked Sam, turning to face Tony. 

 

Whoops. 

 

Wanda, Thor and Nat turned too, curious. Steve narrowed his eyes.

 

Yup, definitely a good ’disapproving teacher’.

 

“Clint,” he stated, leaning back in his chair, “All of his ideas to embarrass Peter include asking someone else to do the dirty work.”

 

”Hey!“ said Clint, affronted.

”I’m not wrong though, am I birdbrain?”

 

“How do you know what my plans are?”

 

”That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” 

 

”You’re insufferable!” he groaned.

 

Tony laughed, then swerved to the side as Clint lunged for his phone.

 

”Hey!” 

 

Nat stood, pushing Clint back into his chair, but in doing so knocked him into Sam, who stood too. From there it only got worse, with Rhodey flinching from Sam’s sudden movement, moving backwards into Vision who fell into Wanda, who was sent tumbling into the others, creating a mess of human (or non-human) dominos.

 

Soon, the entire meeting had dissolved into chaos, people shouting and shoving each other around. Tony, however, was distracted as he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket.

 

He slipped out of the chaos, as Steve was distracted by trying to get his laser pointer back from Clint, who was shining it into the eyes of a yelling Rhodey.

 

He glanced at the screen before picking up, but frowned when he saw the displayed name.

 

May? he thought, I thought that she was meant to be on shift?

 

“Hello?”

 

“Oh, thank goodness you picked up!“ came May’s tinny voice from over the phone, “Can you believe it, I just got a call from Midtown saying that Peter got into a fight. A fight at school! And a new patient just came in, so I can't get away from the hospital for at least another few hours. The school says it's urgent, so could you please swing around and pick him up?”

 

A fight!? Seriously, Peter was many things but a school brawler isn’t one of them. 

This doesn’t make sense.

 

“Yeah, of course May. I’ll be right there. Do you know any more details?”

”Uh, I’m not too sure. I think it was with some kid named Flash, he’s been bothering Peter since the beginning of the year.”

What?

 

“What do you mean? Is Peter being bullied?”

”Honestly, I’m not too sure. Peter always brushes it off, but I think it might be worse than he’s letting on.”

 

Tony could feel his blood boiling.

 

”Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

 

”Thanks Tony. I mean it.”

 

Tony didn’t ever register the call ending, instead beginning to stomp down the hallway, heading for the nearest vehicle he could find, even if that meant he was going to show up to Midtown High School in the Quinjet.

 

He couldn’t think clearly. Some kid got in a fight with Peter. Peter got in a fight with some kid. Tony knew that Peter could fight - heck, he made Peter’s first proper Spider-Man suit - but he had never once heard of Peter fighting someone who didn’t deserve it in some way. The kid once apologised to a table for walking into it.

 

This ‘Flash’ must have done something to Peter. And Tony would not allow that.

 

Not to his kid.

 

Notes:

DancingKat:

Heyyyy there… *slides in with a shorter chapter after over a month*
Sorry about the delay EXAMS ARE ACTUAL HELL 😭
I promise we’ll get to the actual field trip soon but… irondad first
Also don’t mind me throwing in my hcs while Banjo wasn’t looking lol

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Chapter 4: Bear&Kat’s Ice Cream Parlour

Could this day get any worse?

 

Peter sat in the school office, pointedly ignoring the disapproving glances from the receptionist and the glares that Flash was sending him from where he sat, ice pressed to his cheek.

 

The principal opened his door and sighed as he saw the two boys sitting there.

 

”Well then, Parker, Thompson. Come on in.”

 

***

 

After the announcement from the previous day, Peter was now plagued with the whispers of his fellow classmates constantly, and he means constantly, talking and speculating about the trip to SI. 

 

(He knew May would find out if he didn’t, so he handed in the field trip permission slip, feeling his last sense of hope disappear.)

 

He couldn’t quite ignore the stares of those questioning if he actually had an internship at SI. He had tried to keep a low profile, but it was hard to do when Flash was repeatedly telling anyone who would listen about how Peter was obviously lying for attention and was just some depressed loser who needed to pretend to know the Avengers to get people to like him. 

 

Pretty rich coming from someone who posts about how he and Spiderman are ‘best friends’.

 

But he could manage. He was Spiderman. He’d dealt with worse than snide comments.

 

Like last night, since he was feeling anxious, even after having dinner and a movie night with the Avengers, he went patrolling. This ended up in him getting involved in a bank robbery that left him with a stab wound in his leg and involved a mad dash from the police who thought that Spiderman was a ‘threat to society’. 

 

Needless to say, his leg hurt like a bitch.

 

It had been a rude awakening that morning, with pain shooting through his leg. Even with his enhanced healing, it would still take some time to return to normal. Despite his best attempts at hiding it, May had noticed his limping but had been in too much of a rush to properly check him out. She kissed him on the forehead and warned him to be careful and not do anything rash today.

 

Whoops.

 

All of this led to Peter being in a particularly sour mood, which was not assisted by Flash’s comments.

 

After a morning of suffering through calculus he could do in his sleep, lunchtime arrived. He tried to let himself be distracted by Ned’s ramblings and MJ’s dry remarks, but he couldn’t help but overhear Flash with his enhanced hearing.

 

“Hey guys, guess what I heard Penis saying to Nerd? He said he had dinner with the Avengers last night! What an absolute loser. He probably had dinner alone, it’s not like he’d be with his family. I almost feel bad for his friends, oh sorry, friend for having to put up with him.”

 

Flash shovelled crisps [chips] into his mouth and continued talking.

 

”Like, can you imagine? Why would the Avengers even bother with someone like him. He’s a nobody. You know, the Avengers would like me if they met me - I’m already basically best friends with Spiderman- ”

 

”Peter?” 

 

Peter turned to see Ned looking at him questioningly. 

 

“Sorry, I… got distracted.”

 

”Ignore him, Peter.” said MJ, glancing up from over her book towards where Flash was laughing with his mouth wide open, spraying crisp crumbs all over his table, “He’s just trying to justify his existence in a world where he is unloved. Pay him no mind.”

 

After finishing up their lunch, the trio began to walk to a gruelling double period of Chemistry.

 

Peter was planning to tamper with his new web fluid formula during the lesson - he’d been considering developing a more durable variation with a higher tensile strength designed for pulling large debris, compared to just launching his body through the air. He knew he needed it; he had once spent hours working to pull away rubble from a group of civilians who were trapped below. He of all people knew just how terrible being trapped was. 

 

(He still had nightmares about the Vulture.)

 

They turned the corner into the Chemistry corridor to find Flash towering over a cowering freshman. Flash slammed the kid into the wall and leaned in close, practically spitting in his face.

 

“Watch where you’re going dick breath, you wouldn’t want your parents to find out about your little weekend escapades, would you?”

 

Maybe it was because Peter was still wrapped up in Spiderman thoughts, maybe it was because he was still on edge from lunch break, maybe because his leg was killing him, maybe it was a hundred other reasons but Peter found himself striding towards Flash and shoving him off the kid. 

 

“Stop it, Flash. No one cares about your so-called ‘influence’.”

 

Flash pulled himself out of Peter’s grip and called out to the crowd around him:

 

”Ooh, watch out everyone, Penis is gonna call out the Avengers to come and fight me because he’s too much of a coward to-“

 

Flash stumbled back, clutching at his face where Peter had just hit him with a right hook. He’d held back to not permanently injure him, but it still hurt. 

 

“You little-“ Flash lunged, attempting to hit Peter back, but his spider-sense kicked in and he easily dodged. Flash stumbled again, giving Peter the opportunity to hit him squarely in the stomach.

 

It was at this point Peter became aware of what he was doing and stepped back in shock.

 

No, no, no! How could he lose control like that?

 

“PARKER!” 

 

Peter looked up from Flash to see Mr Warren staring at him in horror. The students around them had ceased their chattering to stare. The freshman was long gone. Mr Warren looked down at Flash, who was now keeled over on the floor, clutching at his stomach. 

 

“Peter. Go to the principal’s office. Now.” he said, an icy rage in his voice.

 

Peter nodded numbly, and started walking.

 

***

 

The principal beckoned the boys to two chairs facing his desk as he sat down with a sigh. 

 

“So, boys,” he began, “Can you explain to me just what was going on? Mr Warren said you got into a fistfight in the corridor.”

 

”Peter attacked me out of nowhere!” said Flash, readjusting the ice on his face, “I was just talking with my friends when he came over and punched me in the face!”

 

”That’s not-“ Peter began, but was interrupted by Flash again.

 

”Actually, sir, I don’t feel safe around him. I want to wait until my parents get here.”

 

The principal sighed, “Okay, fine. Both of your guardians have been alerted and will be taking you home after this incident. I believe some sort of suspension will be arranged for you, Mr Parker.”

 

Suspension? May was going to kill him. 

 

Suddenly, a thought popped into his mind: May was working all day, she wouldn’t be able to come to the school, but there was no way they’d let him just walk out of there…

 

Would May call Tony? 

 

Oh no.

 

The door burst open, and in came Flash’s mother, who immediately ran over to Flash and began cooing at him. (“Oh Eugene, honey! What happened? You poor, poor boy! Don’t worry, Mummy’s here now and Daddy and I will get it alllll sorted out for you, okay?”)

 

The first thing Flash’s father did when he walked in was glare at Peter with such ferocity that he felt his spider sense tingle. After giving his son a once-over, he turned to the principal.

 

”So. What’s the worst punishment we can inflict for this?”

 

”Uh, well,” stammered the principal, clearly also slightly intimidated by the man, “We can offer a three-day suspension and a ban on the senior field trip.”

 

A blessing or a curse? 

 

“Wait,” said Flash, poking his head out from where his mother was still smothering him in a hug, “Don’t ban him from the field trip.”

 

Now that took Peter by surprise.

 

”Really? Is that what you want Eugene?” asked his father, turning to face him, “This boy has just attacked you! Surely you don’t want to go on a field trip with him?”

 

”No, I want him to go. It’s not fair that he has to miss out on such an opportunity. He might even miss meeting the Avengers! And it would be such a shame if he never got to meet them.” said Flash, smiling at Peter with narrowed eyes.

 

“Well, okay then. It’s agreed.” the principal clapped his hands, “Peter will face a three-day suspension but will still be allowed to attend the field trip.”

 

He turned to Peter, “I will also inform your aunt when she arrives to collect you. Is she far from the school?”

 

”I don’t know if she’ll be able to collect me; she’s an ER nurse and can’t leave her shift. I don’t think that it will end until late tonight.”

 

The principal hummed, “Well, you may have to wait in reception until the end of the day unless one of your emergency contacts can pick you up. Mr Thompson, Mrs Thompson, Eugene, you’re free to leave if you wish.”

 

”Thank you.” said Mrs Thompson, gently pulling Flash from his chair and towards the door. Mr Thompson simply nodded again, glared at Peter once more, and left. 

 

Peter grabbed his bag and went to sit in the main reception again, mind whirring. 

 

Why did he lose control? Stupid Peter! How’s he gonna explain this to May? Or the Avengers? He’s meant to use his combat skills for good, not to beat up annoying high schoolers.

 

The door opened, but Peter didn’t even bother looking up, more preoccupied with his swirling thoughts. 

 

“Hey Underoos, fancy seeing you here,” came a very familiar voice.

 

Peter looked up to see Tony Stark sauntering in, sunglasses on and his hands in his pockets. 

 

“Mr Stark? What are you doing here?”

 

“May’s busy, so as your other emergency contact, I’m here to pick you up.”

 

Since when was Tony his emergency contact?

 

“Oh- okay.”

 

It was at this point Tony noticed the receptionist watching him, her jaw on the floor. He flashed her his press smile and sauntered over, leaning on the counter in front of her.

 

“Hey there, I’m here to pick up Peter. I know I didn’t pick up the phone - anti-scam firewalls and all but May let me know the… situation.” he said, his natural charm filling his voice.

 

“Uhh- y-yes, okay, Mr Stark Iron Man sir!” She stammered before frantically typing away at her keyboard.

 

”And if you could not mention I was here, that would be… much appreciated.” said Tony, sliding a fifty-dollar bill across the desk to her.

 

Her eyes widened as she saw it and she began wildly nodding and somehow typing even faster. Once she gave them the go-ahead to leave, Peter picked up his bag and trudged towards the door, slightly mortified at Tony’s blatant bribery. 

He followed Tony to the flashy sports car parked up the road and clambered into the passenger seat, immediately sinking down and hoping to avoid the inevitable conversation. Tony sat down and started the car, smoothly gliding out of the space and down the road.

 

Peter just stared out of the window, avoiding Tony’s gaze, which he could feel on him every so often.

 

***

 

The kid was way more quiet than Tony was used to. 

 

Normally he would have started talking about his day, his ideas or whatever other crazy things that went on inside his head. But not today. 

 

Who the hell was Flash?

 

He also noticed that Peter was walking with a slight limp - definitely something he’d need to ask about later.

 

They drove in silence. Peter clearly did not want to speak yet.

 

Suddenly, Tony had an idea and took a turn that did not lead back to the tower. Peter didn’t notice at first but looked around after a few minutes off of the usual route.

 

”Uh Mr Stark? Where are we going?” he piped up, confused.

 

Tony only smiled.

 

They drove for another ten minutes, eventually arriving at a building with a large sign reading: ‘Bear&Kat’s Ice Cream Parlour’. Peter let out a small laugh at the sign, a large, round sign showing a bear and cat fighting over a scoop of ice cream.

 

They pulled into a parking space and clambered out. Tony managed to get them a table for two quickly, somehow surpassing the ten-minute wait time for a table. (“Oh my goodness it’s Iron Man- I-I mean Mr Stark! It’s such an honour- yes of course, let me find a table- MARGARET KICK OUT THAT COUPLE TONY STARK IS HERE AND WANTS A TABLE!”)

 

After perusing the menu, they ordered a Stark Raving Hazelnuts Sundae each. (“Really Peter, what’s the point in having an ice cream flavour named after you if you don’t get it! I’ve gotta keep up the brand.”) 

 

Once they received their sundaes, and Peter had decided that the flavour was acceptable, Tony decided to walk into the uncharted territory.

 

“So, Peter. Who is Flash?” he said, attempting to keep his tone light and not reveal the burning rage he felt against this faceless boy.

 

Peter stopped eating for a second.

 

“Just a boy in my class.” he mumbled, swirling his ice cream with his spoon.

 

”Right. Who you, the superhero who helps old ladies across the street and apologises for walking into tables, punched in the face?” he deadpanned, raising an eyebrow, “Seems a little more than ’just a boy in your class’.”

 

“Fine, he’s just an asshole in my class.”

 

“And you fought him… why?”

 

“Because he was terrorising some freshman.”

 

”Right.” Tony leant back in his seat, “And there was no other reason? He was just being irritating to some random freshman?”

 

Peter sighed frustratedly, “Fine! He’s been getting on my nerves for ages, always going on about how my internship’s fake, and now no one will believe anything I say. Even Mr Harrington! He came up to me and told me to stop lying before the field trip. And Flash overheard Ned say that I know you guys, so he keeps making jokes about me being friends with the Avengers and how that would never actually happen because you would all hate me. I mean, he says everyone hates me, and that’s why I only have Ned and MJ, and they’re only friends with me out of pity.”

 

He paused for a second, seeming unsure of whether to continue.

 

“And he… makes jokes about my parents and Ben sometimes too.”

 

If Tony wasn’t going to punch this kid already, he definitely was now. 

 

“Peter, this kid sounds like a first class dick. Some stuck up prick who never learned basic social interaction. His head is too far up his own ass to see anything of what you’re like. No one hates you Peter, except maybe this kid because he is jealous of how you don’t have to pay people to be friends with you. He doesn’t believe you have an internship because he cannot comprehend the concept of anyone having an IQ that is higher than his, and he cannot understand that the bar is rolling in the dirt. He is so incredibly out of line by saying this shit to you and I want you to know: It’s. Not. True. Bullies get in your head, and I think this has been going on for longer than you want to admit to me. His lies don’t become any more true the more he says them, okay? You are a good student, a good friend, and a good person - things which he can’t even imagine for himself.” He took a breath and readjusted his suit, “Oh, and I will be having words with your teacher. Do you think that talking to the head of Stark Industries would convince him that you are my intern- my favourite intern.”

 

Tony heard a sniffle and looked at Peter to see his eyes glassy.

 

“Thanks, Tony.” He said, wiping his eyes on the back of his sleeve, before turning his gaze back to his ice cream.

 

“No problem, kid.”

 

 

[“hey what’s up with your leg?”

 

”uhhhhh i may or may not have gotten stabbed.”

 

“PETER” ]

Notes:

DancingKat:

So uhhh heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Sorry about the delays guys to make up for it here’s a quick q&a:

Q: Is this fic discontinued?
A: No! We have many plans… (*rubs hands together evilly*)

Q: Are you good at procrastinating?
A: Yes!

Okay q&a over :)

”How do American boys bully each other?? In the UK they just blow vapes in each other’s face” - BanjoBear while writing this chapter.

This lead to us having to search up insults but they’re all the cringiest thing ever like -

Savage replies to insults 🤓:

Insult: You can’t take a joke.
Answer: That’s because you disguise insults as humour.

Honestly I think you’d be bullied more if you said that.

But anyway thank you everyone SO MUCH for all the support on this fic it means so much to us <333333333

I’ve been considering writing some kind of one shots maybe for this series or other fandoms so lmk if that’s something you’d be interested in

comments make me write faster ;)

my notes are often longer than the chapter lol sry

 

BanjoBear:

bro, guys what the fuck. Why has this taken so long?????
oh wait summer ghouls and all that jazzzz
i was like away and busy for ages :)

but i lowkey love this and the fight scene <3

And I like had inspired for the fight because (harmonise) for the first time in forever i watched two boys brawl at a sport camp. It was kinda weird, and lowkey so fun to watch :3

 

Beta reader cameo:

m_iffyonethreee:

DIVAS THIS ATEEEEE

ive been waiting too long for this frfr :((
definitely was worth it tho

i really like how tis id turning out and like im shit at englishbshut so i cant really give much worthy advice other than keep going PLSSSSS

if you dont i will spam E G G M A N

https://images.app.goo.gl/mwNN2LEHS2ohTVWHA

anyways thee fine fight scene also ate down 🙏
hoping to see yall again lik eim so lonely 😔😔

lovaforever,
mimsy xxxx

(Lil context from Kat btw: mims would write notes all over our doc while they were waiting for us to write more which for some reason included E G G M A N who will now haunt my dreams :) )