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It was a perfect Tuesday morning - maybe a little bit too perfekt. Peters alarm went off right on time, and he could actually eat breakfast and get ready for school peacefully. He was even on time for the bus directly to school. Peter couldn't remember the last time that happened - usually, he had to run to the subway and from there to Midtown Tech, which was a huge detour.
The teacher was so surprised to see Parker sitting in class before anyone else he walked right back out again before reentering and asking if he was really there. Peter took that one personally - he wasn't that often late.
So after this perfect morning, something was bound to go wrong. He just wasn't sure what it would be. Peter, for sure, wasn't expecting it to come in the form of a field trip permission slip during Acadec.
"Ned, please tell me I'm reading this wrong, and we're not going to the Avengers tower!"
"Dude, it's gonna be amazing! We get to see the Avengers tower, and omg, you finally have the chance to show everyone that your internship is real -"
"Ned!"
"- Flash is gonna be so mad when he realises that you weren't lying -"
"Ned!"
"- Do you think we're gonna see any Avengers man? Is Black Widow gonna be there? Imagine if Captain America showed up, I think Mr. Harrington would have a heart attack -"
"NED!" Finally, he stopped and looked at his friend sheepishly.
"Sorry, I got a bit carried away... What is it?"
"You do know that the internship is only a cover for Spider-Man, don't you? I'm so incredibly fucked if Flash decides to ask around -"
"- which he will absolutely do -" Mj butted in, still not looking up from her book.
"- then they'll realise I've been lying and will question why I always skip shool!" Peter was on the edge of a panic attack.
"But I thought you gave them paperwork that prove that it's real?" Poor Ned looked like Peter had been speaking an entirely different language.
"I gave them fake paperwork. FAKE." Peters head was nearly as red as his Spider-Man mask was.
"If it comes out that parker here did that he would have much bigger problems than just Flash"
"MJ, that's not helping!"
"What? It's true"
"You know what, I'll call miss Potts. She'll help me" The hopefully that Peter muttered under his breath was to quiet to be heard.