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Class 3rd person POV
The inside was all clean, sterile and fancy, yet had an aura of home to it. There were at least 6 entry guards, and one at every corner or door. The ones that caught the teens glancing away in fear at their intimidating stances, tried to relax and gave them a genuine smile, which did calm the class. Well, sort of.
"What if they smile at every person that comes in, and one time it just happens to be a murderer—" Lisa, one of Peters classmates voices their opinion to their friend, who cut her off.
"Seriously? Murderer?" Jamie Said, raiding his eyebrows.
"Shut up," she hisses.
"You shut up."
"Hi Midtown Of Science And Technology, welcome to the Avengers tower!" Exclaimed a lady with black hair that was smiling at them.
"Do we clap?" Whispered Lisa.
"Everyone else is..."
"My name is Thao-vi, and I'm to get you all your badges and such since our tour guide is running a bit later than usual."
Lisa followed the group with Jamie by her side. "Why do you think she's late?" Jamie Asked.
"Maybe her family died," she said. Jamie gave her a horrified look.
"Why is that always the first thing you think of?"
"It is not," she balked.
"It is."
"Is not."
"Is is."
"That isn't proper—"
"Grammar? See , we're such good friends I can finish your sentences."
"That was totally planned by you. You made me say that on purpose."
"Pfshh, What are you talking about?"
"You know, you're really dumb."
"And you aren't?"
"No I am, just you're dumber."
"Well you're dumbererer!"
"Point: proven."
"Well- h-hey, where'd the group go?"
They looked around and started to panic. Among the mass of people, they couldn't see Mr. Harrison, or Thao-Vi, or even Flash or anyone they recognize. Jamie grabbed Lisa's arm. "Ohmygod LiLi What do we do?"
She rolled her eyes at Jamie's scared voice and frightened face. "Calm down, we can just go ask the front desk peeps. Besides if we get stuck here all night we can just hang out in the vents with our bags."
They walked over a bit hesitantly to the front desk peeps, who are one boy and a girl, who are speaking to each other.
"Never say never. I mean, you never know, Joey and Rachel could have a kid together," Says the brunet guy.
"Never going to happen! What I really want to see is some Rachel and Monica. Now that's the good stuff, and I like, so ship it." Said the blonde lady.
"You're such a perve." Brunet countered, smirking as he started to imagine it. Blonde wrinkled her nose at his far away look.
"That isn't perversion. And I'm lesbian, Carl-- Hi, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there..." She trailed off as he saw how young they were. "Uh, fans aren't allowed in, but if you buy yourself a tour you can see the building." She said kindly.
"Oh- no ma'am we're with the high school tour here today but we're, uh heh, our group kinda left ya behind..."
"Oh! I'm so sorry! Okay, name please?"
Before they could answer, there was a loud screech.
"HARLEY QUINN!"
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Peter woke up in his room at the tower. It was almost 11, so the light from outside his window peeked through the green curtains and shined directly into his face.
He groaned and shoved his head under the fluffy covers. At least he was toasty warm and lying on a marshmallow. Wait.
I'm not on a marshmallow, obviously. It's a cloud, dingus.
So for another 5 minutes, Peter lay happily on his fluffy warm cloud, then his body does the fake-fall thing and he gasps, now awake.
Welp I may as well roll.
So he rolled and got comfortable. But he couldn't fall back asleep, so with a grunt, he rolled into the floor, saved from bruises by the blankets the were twisted around him completely. He couldn't find the strength to walk, so he dragged himself out of his room and down the halls, the blankets stuck around his waist and holding him snuggly. He looked like some sort of fucked up princess bleeding white dress that followed them as they crawled to a barn where they'd spend the night shivering and trying to stay alive with their injuries and then in the morning they'd get captured and—
Wait. Story.
Rhodey came down the hall and just glanced at Peter, who was crawling down the halls. "Hey bud, Happy birthday." Then he stepped over him and continued walking promptly.
Heyy it's ma birthday!
Peter grunted in greeting and kept going. His blanket-skirt finally got left at the doorway to the kitchen, and he hauled himself to a standing position, walking the rest of the way to the counter. Natasha was behind it, and it looked like she was making a tea and eating a croissant.
"Happy birthday Pete!"
She, like Rhodey, found Peter half asleep in the Avengers tower, in the penthouse, a very regular thing. So she just ruffled his hair as a recognition and took a bite. (Of the croissant).
"You too," Peter mumbled. Then he groaned and dropped his head, cursing his being as Nat chuckled.
Slowly, eventually, he lifted his head, watched her for a few moments to get himself motivated a tad, then slid off the stool, walking around the counter and opening Cuppord: Childish Breakfast. He spent the next five minutes pouring the cereal then the milk, and adding a spoon to complete it. He sat back down.
"Hey Pete, What's this called?" Asked Nat, holding up the croissant. Peter groaned.
"Natasha..."
"Just once. Please, it gets me motivated for the day."
Peter groaned again. "Fine!" He finally complied. "I'll say the damn word. Croissant."
Natasha snorted, ruffled Peters hair again, and left. After a minute of eating two spoonfuls very slowly and staring at the marble black and white counter, he again slid off the stool like slime off a pole and decided he might as well walk around and hope to catch Tony somewhere, since he wanted to talk to him.
So With a bowl of cereal and still dressed in his PJs, since the interns knew him well enough to know he lived there, Peter sauntered out of the elevator, taking his time to look around at the new projects they were working on, all the while eating his cereal pretty slowly. The frootloops will get soggy soon.
The only intern who wasn't oblivious of Peter and with a cup of ambition stuck in their hands was Cael, one of the friends he made being in the tower. Cael was a morning person, and as soon as he got to the lab he was working right away. Peter went over to him, and Cael looked up just as Peter shovelled another spoonful of frootloops into his mouth.
"Heya Pete, how's the breakfast?" He asked, walking quickly to a set of metal drawers and rummaging around in there, clearly busy.
" 'S pretty good. Whatcha working on?"
Just as he bent down to inspect the thing Cael was working on someone called his name, and he froze. "Peter? What are you doing here?"
He turned around and saw his class staring at him open-mouthed and faces a mix of shock, astonishment and anger, and in the case of Ned and MJ, and Lisa and Jamie for some reason, are amusement.
He swallowed. "Um, I'm uh, I..." he stuttered.
Oh fuck I totally forgot they were coming here on a field trip today!
The tour guide, who was actually Angela (she came later) who'd been like an older sister to him that wasn't always around, spotted what the kiddies were gaping at, and sighed. That was going to be tough on Peter. He.... was.... doomed. Even Cael knew it.
"I'm uh... Intern, ya know?... And... yeah, so I'll uh,.. leave... now, bye class, see... see you all tomorrow!" And then he slipped away from them all, his face stuck in a permanent wince while weaving through the chairs and fires that would set off the alarms later and very focused interns.
My class just saw me in a lab! Eating cereal! In hello kitty pyjamas! Tomorrow was going to be a rough day. The embarrassment shamed him and forced him back to his room where he paced, breathing in and out to calm his nerves and trying to strategize some sort of explanation. Or escape plan. Maybe if he moved to British Columbia- no, they'd still find him there. Perhaps Thor would give him a ride to Asgard?
just as he was about to pace for the twelfth time a knock on his door made him lose concentration and open it, revealing Tony, who had sunglasses on and not grease stained sweatpants, which meant he was going somewhere or doing something business-y.
"Hey billionaire what's up?"
Tony made a disgusted face. "Ugh. Anyway. I'm letting you know Harles is coming for a visit—"
Peter perked up at the mention of Harley, something that made tony chuckle. "He's almost at the tower so you'd better get dressed unless you wanna walk around in the PJ's. Not that anyone would mind here of course, but there's a few business peeps in the lobby and your class is on a field trip, so maybe not the hello kitty."
The boy didn't notice Tony's smirk.
Peter grimaced at the mention of the field trip. "Yeah about that..."
Tony clicked his tongue, grinning sassily. "I know, you want Cinderella pyjamas! That's what your birthday present can be!"
"No, just you know that field trip that's... -heh-, on a field trip?" Peter's face made Tony alight with glee and amusement, but he had to play his part so Peter wouldn't know he was planning anything.
"Yes...?"
"Well they saw me earlier after I woke up and was in the lab with Cael -you know him, great guy- wearing the pyjamas and eating a bowl of frootloops and then I kinda escaped -like totally professionally, with a great excuse cuz I'm an awesome liar as you know- and yeah I've been here debating whether I should move to Asgard and spend my days with Thor and Loki or maybe turn myself into a footstool in an antique store."
Tony opened his mouth, a slight frown on his face. "Uhm... okay, that's... interesting -and a bit last minute, don't you think? And... you probably screwed up your normal life's chance with that moment" he gasps and Peters filled with dread. Sentences that are broken with a gasp from Tony are never good. "FRI, bae, pit that recording onto Underoos Is Cursed, saves for Embarrassing Moments."
Peter groaned. "Dad no,"
"Dad, Yes."
Then Peter lit up. "HARLEY!!!" He grabbed random clothes out of his closet, which just happened to be pink stripped Puma pants and a button up Hawaii T-shirt before flinging the door back open that he so rudely slammed in Tony's face and sprinting down the hall, going too fast to slow down in time before smacking straight into the back wall of the elevator. Before he could press the close button Tony jumped in, rejecting the idea of being left behind and missing Harley's arrival, and since he only came like once a month because he was so busy at MIT and starting his company, it was always a big celebration when he did.
Both of their hearts were racing, Peters from the sprint and his basically brothers arrival, Tony's because he was going to see his basically son for the first time in a month, which made him unable to keep a smile away and hidden from Peter, who loved to tease and pry at Tony's feelings. Not That Tony was complaining, of course; in fact, the thought Peter cared about him to ask and tease his smile and glee at Harley's arrival made his heart warm.
Once the doors dinged and Peter stopped chattering about literally nothing but excitement, they were running down the lobby, to where Harley has just walked in the doors With a black bag, seeming a bit unsure yet at home at the same time. Tony was almost jogging to catch up, beaming at Harley who's grown over the month. Once Harley spotted Peter though, Tony knew his life was about to end.
"Harley Quinn!" Peter cries and starts running at him.
"Peter Piper!" Yells Harley, dropping the bag and opening his arms for a hug and right before Peter could hug him he turned and crouched. Peter leap-frogged over him as Tony followed behind, rubbing his face, not for the first time regretting ever introducing those two.
When Peter faced him again, he jabbed Harley's nose. "Boop GOT YOUR NOSE!"
He ran away laughing like a maniac as Harley's face turned dark, and he dropped venom. "No one boops my nose."
Then he ran off after Peter, screaming "COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!" While Peter was screaming with laughter up the stairs.
All of them were oblivious of the two teens at a receptionist desk staring at them with open mouths.
Tony sighed and started to walk after them, assuming they went up to the penthouse. After five minutes, when he got in, he heard Peter yelling "ow ow stop it you're hurting my finger!" And when he looked to the right, Harley was holding onto Peters pinky with a fist, before Peter snatched it back, whimpering and inspecting it for hidden gargoyles or something.
"Boys, play nice. Don't kill the ceiling. Don't break each other. And please, for the love of all who's great, don't leave the toilet plugged."
Tony walked into the kitchen behind the island, and started making himself coffee.
"Would you rather the sink?" Harley said, smirking at Peter's 'injury'.
Tony wrinkled his nose. "Ew! That's so gross! What is wrong with you?"
Harley sighed. "Many things."
"Too many to count." Peter grumbled, glaring at Harley's threatening hand that hurt his finger.
Tony banged his head against the counter. "I.need.coffe." He muttered.
"I.need.candy." Said Peter.
"I.need.unicorns." Said Harley.
"I.need.Alexander Hamilton."
"I.need.condoms."
"Okay okay enough!" Tony interrupted, knowing well they'd just keep going until he intervened. "I don't need to know... any of that. Your all bad boys. Time out. Go to the lab."
The boys pouted when he said Time Out, but grinned at 'go to the lab'.
"Woohoo! Labbylabbylabby! Labbylabbylabby!" Chanted Peter to the song of 'Bubble Guppies' as he skipped towards the elevator, totally forgetting his class is here on a field trip and what he'll have to deal with tomorrow.
Tony dreaded in a few hours when Peter would be bouncing off the walls. But... if he's hyper now it means he'll crash at like 6: 00, and Tony will get peace. Oh, wait. He forgot about Harley. He's going to make his life miserable. But Tony loved him anyways.
It's only 12:00 and he's already ready to tuck Peter and Harley into bed.
"If this is your form of punishment, then you're the greatest and dumbest. Now let's go Peter!!!" Harley Yelled And They slipped out and into the elevator, jumping dangerously up and down making it rock.
"Don't—" But the doors had closed. Tony sighed.
Well, if I have to deal with those two I might as well be comfortable. He thought, and went to change into his lab clothes.