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"Okay everyone. Quiet down. Before you leave, I have an announcement to make," Peter's teacher, Mr. Davis shouted over the sound of 30 teenagers preparing to leave.
The noise died down fairly quickly and the entire class settled down. As unusual as this was, it had only happened because Mr. Davis was known to take his engineering class to some of the most epic field trips. Now, Peter and his classmates were all awaiting for the announcement that would tell them where they would get to go.
Peter and his best friend, Ned, exchanged an excited glance, with Peter just managing to not bounce in the seat.
Peter's knowledge of engineering was better than every other student in the class, and maybe even the teacher. He simply attended the class to satisfy Pepper and Steve, who had firm beliefs that attending school was good for his growth. If it was up to Tony and Bruce, he would be at Stark Towers right now, actually doing something productive with his time, and learning from the two geniuses.
In spite of all of this, he still got excited. I mean, who doesn't want to skip a day of school? And, since he probably knew everything that they would be shown on the trip, he could actually enjoy it, instead of having to pay attention and learn something.
"Okay. Now that I have your attention, you may or may not know that every year, I take my engineering students on a field trip to facilitate your further understanding of the subject, as I believe that practical knowledge is better than the theoretical," Mr. Davis said, his words further exciting his impatient students.
Peter should help but nod in agreement to what his teacher had said. He had learnt so much more working in SI than he ever could in the classroom.
"What you nodding for Parker? Does this have something to do with your fake internship with Tony Stark?" A gruff voice asked from behind him, accompanied with a not so gentle jab in the ribs.
Peter forced a wince, knowing that he had to play the part of weak, nerdy Peter Parker lest someone restarted the rumors that Spiderman attended Midtown High.
But he knew, since he had started training with the likes of Steve, Nat, Bucky and even Thor when he visited, he could take more than Flash could ever give.
He hid a smirk at the slight grimace on Flash's face as he had obviously not expected nerdy Parker to be that solid.
Mr. Davis' voice brought him back to the classroom, interrupting any sort of response Peter could give to Flash.
"This year, I believe I've planned the best trip yet. We're going to be visiting Stark Industries, and seeing the top engineers and scientists in the country at work." He finished.
Peter felt his blood run cold.
Stark Tower? Why, out of everywhere in the world, did he have to choose there?
The class erupted into excited talking, the noise steadily building once again.
He sensed more than felt another jab in the ribs.
"Huh Parker. What do you know? Guess we'll all get to go see that you were lying," Flash said, a smirk evident in his voice.
Peter rolled his eyes discreetly, and said nothing.
"This is a mandatory event, and the things covered will come in an exam worth 30% of your grade. If you skip out on the field trip, then you've automatically failed. Collect a permission slip on your way out. They're due by Thursday, and we'll be going on Friday," the smiling teacher said.
Peter slumped into his seat as everyone filed out, chattering excitedly about Friday. Thursday was the day after tomorrow. Could he hide a permission slip from two master assassins, two super soldiers, two geniuses, and a Norse God?
Probably not.
With a heavy sigh, Peter stood up and took the last remaining slip on the table.
Ned met him by the door, bouncing on the heels of his feet.
"This is so exciting! We get to see where you work and live, and we could even meet the Avengers!" Ned thrilled.
"You've already been there Ned," peter said, smiling at his friend.
"Yeah. It's still exciting. And I haven't met the whole team yet," Ned said.
Peter mumbled out a halfhearted "Yeah" and trudged to the exit.
"Should I really go. I feel like I should probably that home on Friday," peter mumbled to Ned.
Ned gasped loudly, clearly showing his hurt.
"Of course you have to go. Are you just going to leave me on my own with Flash?" He accused.
Peter shook his head, no.
"Good. Besides, I'm sure they're lots of reasons that you should go on this trip. Good ones too," Ned said cheerfully.
"Yeah? Like what? Name one?" Peter demanded.
Ned hesitated.
"Well I can't think of any now, but you promised not to abandon me, so you better hadn't," he said sternly.
Peter sighed heavily but nodded, assuring Ned that he would be there.
They rounded the corner where they came face to face with a black Audi. Without missing a beat, he bid goodbye to Ned, and slid into the back seat.
"Hey Happy," He greeted, unable to hide his despair.
"Hey," the man answered. "How was school?"
Peter shrugged.
"Pretty good. Still don't see why I have to go though. I know everything they can teach me."
Happy chuckled and agreed.
When they got to the Tower, Peter swiped his pass and made his way up to the top floors, the most secure section where you needed maximum clearance to get to.
"Good afternoon Mr. Parker. How are you?" The AI greeted.
"Hello F.R.I.D.A.Y. I'm good. How are you?" He responded.
"I am well. Should I inform Mr. Stark and the other members that you have arrived?" She asked.
"Yes please," he responded.
He walked into the living room, expecting to see Natasha or Bucky.
"Hey!" Peter greeted, a bright smile on his face as he saw Thor, God of Thunder, lounging on the couch. Mjolnir lay on the coffee table as if it was the most normal thing. And I guess, around here, it was.
"Hello Little Spider-Boy. How was the day spent?" He asked, his deep voice, usually intimidating, brought a wave of comfort over Peter.
He hadn't seen Thor in a while, and was ecstatic that he was visiting earth for a bit, even though he never stayed for long. He usually only came here when he wanted to take a break from everything else.
"It was good. Pretty boring. How long are you staying for?" He asked, moving to the fridge to get a juice box and offer one to the God.
Thor accepted a juice box from Peter and said, "I will remain on Midgard for 4 of your days."
Peter pouted. That meant that he would be here for the field trip and, whether intentionally or unintentionally, would assist in the Great Embarrassing of Peter.
"Cheer up Little Spider. You will not even notice me," he promised, reaching to ruffle Peter's hair.
It was a habit that every single Avenger had acquired, solely to annoy the teenager. When he had first moved to Stark Tower, after his aunt's death, he had taken extra care everyday to ensure that he looked presentable, especially in the presence of Tony, who always looked professional and impeccable. They had all taken it upon themselves to tease the boy and mess with him and his hair to simply annoy, and help him feel more comfortable with them.
"No no! It's just that my class is coming here on Friday. And I'm afraid that they will meet you," he summarized lamely.
"Why are you afraid? I promise, I will not hurt them," he said, voice sincere.
"I know I know," Peter rushed out. "Just promise that you'll avoid them. Please?" He begged.
The God sent him a confused look, but nodded all the same.
"I give you my word Little Spider. If that is what you wish, I will not interfere," he swore. "Once there is no threat to you or the members of the team, I will not interfere."
Peter grinned happily up at him, and thanked him.
While Thor's intentions were good, he knew that if he met Flash, Thor would blow a fuse and probably remove him from existence.
He'd told them enough about Flash for them all to dislike him. However, Peter insisted that they stay out if it, and let him deal with his problems. I mean, isn't that one of the reasons he went to the dumb school.
Peter made his way to his room, swinging up the the furniture that was located on the ceiling.
A soft know on his door sounded and Natasha peeked in.
"Pete?" She asked, looking about the room, spotting him in the far corner.
"Hey. What's up?" He asked, swinging down to the door.
"Just letting you know that dinner's in 30 minutes. And don't worry. Bucky's cooking," she said with a wink.
He grinned and nodded.
Bucky was the official unofficial chef, who cooked when they wanted home-cooked-food, and not professional-chef-food.
Peter emptied the contents of his bag, allowing the permission slip to flutter under his desk, hoping that it remained there forever.
If he came to the Tower on a school trip, the Avengers wouldn't hesitate to embarrass him, and then the kids at school would start to look at him weird if they saw that he lived at Stark Tower. No normal person lived at their place of employment, and he wasn't really employed either. He was only interning here. Then they would probably figure out his secret. Why else would a nobody like him be living with the Avengers? He sighed heavily.
"Baby Stark, there is a message from Mr. Banner for you," F.R.I.D.A.Y announced to him.
"Please, please never call me Baby Stark ever again," he pleaded, hands clasping at his chest involuntarily.
"It has been requested by Mr. Barton that I refer to you as that," she insisted.
"But Fri, you know better than to listen to anything he says. Ever," he argued. "Tony said so."
"I know this. But Mr. Stark has agreed to this name," she informed him, her robotic voice amused.
Peter sighed.
"Of course he did. Please Fri. For me. Please never call me that?" He begged.
"Okay Peter. For you. Will you like to hear the message from Mr. Banner now?" She said.
He nodded, and soon Bruce's voice floated around him.
"Hey Pete. I'm in the lab. Swing by as soon as you can."
The transmission ended.
There was a moment of silence before it started again.
"Please don't swing down! Last time you knocked over everything and nearly blew up the lab! I repeat, do not swing!" Came Bruce's voice again, considerably more frantic than the previous message.
Peter chuckled to himself and made his way to the lab that the man usually occupied, using the elevator.
"Hey Pete. How was school?" He asked, glancing up at him briefly before refocusing onto the piece of equipment on the table before him.
"Okay. Still a waste of time. The only good thing is Ned," Peter admitted, earning a chuckle from Bruce.
"What do you think of this?" He asked, shifting to the side so Peter could stand before the device and inspect it. "I can't get it to work."
He studied it for a few minutes before mentioning his findings to the man.
"There's a loose wire over there," he said, motioning with a small screwdriver.
"And if you disconnect this," he said, disconnecting two connections of wires, "and reconnect it here," he said reconnecting them in a different order, "it should work," he said as the device powered up.
Bruce laughed.
"You're good kid," he said, giving Peter a quick side hug and a pat on the back.
"Not really. You're just insanely sleep deprived," he said, inspecting the dark circles and the strong smell of coffee.
Bruce chuckled again.
"No. You're really good. But you're probably right about the sleep thing. I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me when it's time for dinner," he requested, earning an affirmative nod from Peter.
Peter wandered over to the kitchen where he saw Bucky behind the counter, wearing an apron and a chef's hat. His long hair was tied back and he vigorously stirred a pot with his metal arm.
"Hey Bucky," Peter greeted. "What's for dinner?"
"Hello Little Spider," he greeted, a nickname that had been adopted by most of the team as well, glancing up an offering a smile. "I am making pasta."
Peter nodded and offered his help which Bucky politely declined. After the time Peter had tried to bake something and managed to make the oven explode, he had been deemed unsafe for the kitchen.
Just then Clint walked in.
"Pete! Hey bud! How was school?" He asked, his voice excited.
Out of all the Avengers, who were all kids in their own way, Clint was the most childish.
"Okay. Still boring," he replied, his usual reply.
Clint chuckled and ruffled his hair. He then turned to Bucky.
"You got any cookies left from the last batch?" He asked, his voice eager.
Bucky rolled his eyes and motioned to the fridge.
Peter and Clint glanced at eachother before launching into a mad scramble to see who could get them first.
It was only due to some mild cheating using his webs that allowed Peter to emerge from the fridge with the plate.
"If you don't shoot me 'accidentally' next time were training, I'll give you a cookie," Peter offered.
Clint folded his arms and turned away childishly.
"Two cookies?"
Clint seemed to think about it before sighing and grabbing three cookies off the plate.
"No promises!" He shouted behind him as he raced down the corridor clutching the cookies.
Peter laughed and took a cookie.
"I'll leave one for Thor, and one for anyone else," he decided, replacing the plate in the fridge. "Don't let Clint get any! Okay?" He asked Bucky, and received a nod and a grin in return.
He took a bite of the cookie, and was instantly in heaven at the sweet taste that washed over his tongue.
He flashed an appreciative thumbs up to Bucky, mouth too stuffed with cookie to say anything.
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"So Little Spider. When were you going to tell us about this little field trip of yours?" Natasha asked, breaking Peter's train of thought as he was focused on Clint trying to steal Thor's pizza off his plate, without him noticing.
So far, he was unsuccessful, a lot of smacks and 'ow's had come from that end of the table.
"Field trip? What field trip?" Asked Tony, his sharp eyes focused onto Peter.
"Yeah. What field trip?" Echoed Steve.
"It's this dumb trip my engineering class is taking to this place. I don't even want to go," he said.
"And how did you even know about that?" He asked, suddenly coming to his senses.
Natasha flashed him a cheeky grin and produced the slip from who knows where.
She passed it to Tony, who skimmed it quickly.
"You class is coming here?" He asked, an amused smirk on his face.
"You see. This is why I didn't want to tell you," he sighed. "Pepper. Please make them leave me alone on Friday," he begged, sending puppy dog eyes to Mrs. Stark.
Peter could see her resolve crumble.
"We both know they won't listen to me," she said, voice apologetic.
Peter pouted but nodded understandingly.
"I promised that I would not interfere, Little Spider," Thor told him, earning a grateful smile.
"Hah! Well I promise no such thing!" Came Clint's obnoxious voice.
Peter rolled his eyes as he saw Clint and Nat exchange evil looks.
"Dont worry kid. I'll try not to bother you," Bruce promised.
"I won't!" Came Tony's voice, amusement clear. "I'll definitely bother you."
Steve said nothing, but exchanged a look with Bucky, resulting in both of them plastering a wicked smile on their faces.
Peter could just feel the trouble that Friday would bring. Especially was Tony signed the permission slip, allowing his school to bring him to his home.
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