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Peter was rudely awoken on Friday morning by the sound of Karen's alarm blaring loudly on his bedside table, groaning as he buried his head further into his pillow. "Five more minutes, Karen, please," he mumbled groggily. "Peter!" Tony chirped, far too perky for 6:30 in the morning. He probably has an early morning meeting, Peter thought dully. "Come on bud, up and at 'em! Cap made pancakes today."
"Coming, Mr Stark!" Peter called, shooting out of bed-Cap's pancakes were to die for. Plus, if he didn't get there soon and Clint and Sam got to the pancakes first, they weren't going to leave enough for him and his super-metabolism. Tugging his favourite pair of worn white trainers on, he slung his backpack over his shoulders and rushed out of his room to the communal kitchen on the floor below for breakfast.
May had been sent to DC for a medical training "refresher" by her superiors, and although initially reluctant, she had eventually agreed to let Peter stay at the tower, thanks to his cajoling and some help from Tony. Well they clearly wanted more lab time together, and who was May to deny her nephew that? He'd done exceptionally well in his finals exams after all. (A/N: Is that what it's called? I'm not from the States. Sorry for all the inaccuracies) It was only a week till summer break anyway.
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The day seemed to drag on forever, his teachers droning on about something or another, most of which Peter already learned. Perks of being a genius, I guess. (A/N: Wouldn't know how that feels lol I'm dumb as a rock. Maybe dumber tbh) Acadec was pretty much the only part of his day he was really looking forward to, considering he wasn't particularly interested in English, Spanish or Humanities for that matter. Lunch was pretty standard anyway, hang out with Ned and MJ, get picked on by Flash now and then, you know, the usual.
He was pulled from his thoughts by the bell ringing obnoxiously, signalling the end of the school day. Yay Acadec time. He'd much rather be out Spidermanning, but needs must, I suppose.
Walking into the Acadec room, he was greeted by MJ doling out instructions to the team. "Alright losers, split up into two teams and we're going to start practicing for Nationals," MJ commanded, her facial expression neutral. "Come on, get moving," she chided, as the team scrambled to read through their notes one last time.
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"Alright MJ has a few announcements to make before I dismiss you all," Mr Harrington explained tiredly, motioning for MJ to carry on. "Okay losers, we're going on a field trip next week, to Stark Tower, make sure you grab a permission slip from the pile over there on your way out," she instructed, gesturing to the table closest to the exit.
Wait, what? Peter's brain seemed to freeze momentarily, his facial expression morphing from bored to slightly horrified. Flash snickered loudly, calling out mockingly, "What's up Penis, about to have your lies exposed? There's no way you of all people have a Stark Internshi-" before he was silenced by a deadly glare from MJ. Peter shot her a grateful smile. Well, the infamous Parker Luck strikes again. Peter was most certainly not looking forward to having Tony, or any of the other Avengers for that matter, sign this permission slip, and May was roughly an hour an a half away by plane. Dammit. Well, Peter thought, let's just hope my identity doesn't get accidentally revealed to the team. God knows Flash would have a field day with that.
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