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He banged his head against the table. "Come on dude, it can't be that bad. And besides, we're going to see the Avengers! It will be awesome!" Ned, his wonderful, glorious best friend said.

 "We're going to the tower. The chances are that we won't even see a glimpse of them, they usually stick to the upper floor, and all the tours are on the lower floors." He replied. But of course, that wouldn't be the case. Most of the time on the field trip trope, he got severely embarrassed by his family.

Ned deflated, and then perked up again, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "But still! It's the Avengers Tower! And besides, you can prove to Flash that you have an intership!"

MJ leant forwards from behind them. "If you try and skip this trip, dork, you'll regret it with every inch of your being." 

He gulped and nodded, pretending to be the weak person they thought he was. Even without Spider-Man, he could easily destroy the whole reality without even batting an eye. That still didn't mean he couldn't mope about the upcoming event. The dreaded field trip. Urgh. You can never get a break, can you, Parker?

Peter Parker hated his life.

Why did this have to happen? 

But of course, nothing was ever that simple.

He couldn't even remember what happened.

What did he to to anger Them?

It had happened so suddenly.

And the curse..... 

Why did he of all people have to have it?

Why was it given to him?

He just wanted a somewhat normal life.

But that just had to be the case.

At least he now has a name for the curse.

Parker Luck™.

Obviously, that wasn't what it was really called. But at least he now knew what happened once you fell from Heaven......

And not quite make it to Hell.

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He was God's RHP (Right Hand Person). Yes, Heaven and Hell were real. So we're all other mythologies and religions. Kicked out for no reason, a curse was bestowed upon him, having to live the lives of many heroes. Like Percy Jackson and Harry Potter, to name a few. The only control he had over his old lives were who he dated. He didn't get how the curse worked. But living as each and every hero, he gained powers. Originally, he only had powers over light, healing, and nature. But now he could do nearly everything. The only thing he couldn't do was defeat God.

Not that he would want to. It wasn't even Their fault, anyway. Or at least, he hoped so. 

The reason he called himself Peter was because with each and every person he has been, he was them. Like when he was Percy Jackson, he was Percy Jackson. There was no way around that.

But that was then. And this is now.

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Packing his things, he heard Mr Harrington call out, "Don't forget to get the Field Trip slip from my desk! You won't be able to go otherwise!"

 Everyone immediately began crowding around said desk.

MJ somehow got there first. She sat at the very back of the classroom, so it was a wonder how she got there so fast. But then again, MJ is MJ.

She passed a slip to Ned and Peter each. Then she said, "See you later, losers." and promptly left the classroom.

He and Ned talked about how there was a new Lego Avengers Tower now out as they left the classroom. But just as he thought they were finally safe, Eugene 'Flash' Thompson had to shout out, "Hey! Penis! Are you ready to get lies exposed?!" Then he laughed and high fived his 'friends' as they laughed along with him.

 "Shut up, Flash." Peter mumbled, a flush covering his cheeks.

 Ned tried to make himself smaller as Flash rounded on him. "And I bet your boyfriend will be so upset that you've been lying to him."

 Peter felt a surge of anger. Flash could bully him all he wanted, as long as he didn't do it to anyone else.

Peter shoved Flash into the nearest locker. Flash looked shocked that 'Puny Parker' just pushed him like a piece of cake. Peter's eyes flashed dangerously as he said, "You can hurt me all you want. I can take it. Just remember one thing. If you bully anyone else, you will find that there are worse things than Hell."

He left Flash to his own devices as he walked out of the building with Ned.

His best friend in this life stared at him in awe. "Dude, that was awesome! He was like, 'you're going to get your lies exposed'! Which I know won't happen, by the way. And you were like, 'don't mess with anyone else except me'! And his face when you pushed him into the locker! That was sick, man!"

 Peter frowned. "But I could of seriously hurt him, Ned. I could of killed him if I pushed too far!"

 Ned rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but you have Tony Stark on your side! You wouldn't have gone to jail or anything!"

But I could have gone to a place worse than Tartarus. Peter thought.

He got into the car that Happy was in and rambled on about the day, though he was careful to not mention the Field Trip.

As soon as they got to the Tower, he jumped out of the car and rushed towards the entrance. As soon as he got there, he turned around and beamed at Happy with a sparkle in his eyes. "Come on, Happy!" 

 Said man grumbled and made his way over towards the 'boy' he would do nearly anything for. 'Nearly' meaning he wouldn't do gymnastics for him. Other than that, yeah, Happy was tightly wrapped tightly around Peter's little finger.

Of course, Peter knew all this. He was a master liar and manipulator, not that he used that title very often.

Peter dragged Happy through the entrance and waved at the guards, receptionist, and interns who had came down for something. The guards nodded towards him, while the receptionist, Emma, smiles and waved. The interns who noticed him gave a small wave back before going back to work. They went through the scanners and FRIDAY welcomed them, saying in a kind voice, "Welcome, Happy and Mini Stark. I have told Boss of your arrival, Peter." 

 Peter smiled, knowing that the AI could see him and replied, "Thanks, Miss FRIDAY!" 

 "You're welcome, Junior." FRIDAY said back.

 Happy dropped Peter off at the private elevator, only for the Avengers and family/friends of the Avengers.

Peter braced himself for what was to come, knowing that it wouldn't end too well.

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The elevator doors opened, and Peter was nearly ran over by Clint.

Peter held him still as Clint started talking, “Peter, my main man, are you okay?”

”Clint, my main man, I am okay, and I hope you are too, as nearly everyone else in this world.” Peter replied as they did their usual greeting. Peter then let him go, but still blocked the elevator.

S**** thingy for the two boys. Clint came up with it!

Clint looked nervous. “Can you please, uhh, move aside?”

Peter asked suspiciously, “Why?”

Panic shone bright in Clint’s eyes as a shout was heard that sounded a lot like Natasha. “CLINT!!!!!” 

“Gotta run!” Clint exclaimed as he ran passed Peter, who was laughing too hard to stop him (not that he would of anyway. Nat was scary. Especially when you were on her bad side. But if you were on her good side, she could actually be quite sweet. Don’t tell her this though, please. Otherwise, guess who’s gonna die? Or at least, be reborn again.)

Right, let’s go back to the present.

Natasha came storming towards the now closed elevator, a scary look on her face and holding her second favourite knife. Peter could tell it was her second favourite because when he was Percy Jackson, he got blessed by all the Olympians and a few minor gods. It was a power from Hephaestus.

The Black Widows’ face softens once she saw Peter, who had finally stopped laughing. On the outside, that is. On the inside, he was still laughing so hard. 

A smile stuck on his face, Peter said, “It’s too late. Clint’s already gone.”

Natasha frowned. Then she asked, “How was school, Маленький Паучок?”

(A/N you can skip the next part. It’s Peter rambling on about his day. It’s just the next paragraph.)

Peter then rambled, “It was okay, Мама Паучиха. I had English for first period, and we had to annotate a poem. We also got homework, which I did at break. I usually do homework at break and lunch since it’s easier then having piles of homework to do once I get home. For second period, I had maths. We were learning Pythagorus Theorem. It was really interesting; I didn’t know that A^2+B^2=C^2 as long as it’s a right angle! It can also be used to find out if a triangle is a right angle or not. It’s really cool! Our maths teacher also gave us homework, which was pretty easy. After maths it was break, which was when I did my homework. I already said that, didn’t I? Oh well. After break, I had History. We learnt about life in Nazi Germany. We didn’t get any homework then. Mrs Dipps is nice. For third period, I had Physics with Mr Warren. Ned isn’t with me for Physics or Chemistry, but he is for Biology. I don’t know how that works, but it does. We didn’t get any homework in Physics either, which was cool. We then had lunch, and I had Tuna Pasta. Our school cafeteria food is actually very good, and I get free school meals because of my scholarship. It’s crazy, I know. Ned and I talked about a new Lego set that was out. It’s a Lego set of the Avengers Tower! It even has mini Lego people Avengers to go with it! For fifth period, we had-”

“That sounds like an amazing day, kid, but I would prefer to continue this in the lab.” Tony Stark said. He snuck up (or tried to, with Natasha being a spy and him being all-powerful and all) from the side, and ruffled Peter’s hair as he went towards the elevator behind him. “FRIDAY, please may you open the elevator doors?”

”Of course, Boss.” FRIDAY replied. The elevator doors opened, and Tony guided Peter into the elevator. 

“See you later, Мама Паучиха!” Peter shouted to Nat while waving behind him. 

The last thing he heard was Clint falling out of the vents and Natasha screaming bloody murder about her favourite knife being covered with glitter.

••••••••••

Peter handed Tony a wrench as he worked on his suit. He was trying to make the web shooters shoot the type of webs he wants by reading his brainwaves through his mask. But even without his mask on, he wouldn’t be completely defenceless since he could still shoot webs manually. They would just be normal webs. But maybe he could get the web shooters to be able to read his brainwaves on their own, by doing a constant brain scan whenever they were on.

The reason he was doing this was because last time he was against some villains, they could predict his moves because he had to tell KAREN what kind of webs he had to use out loud. He got them in the end, but only through pure luck.

Tony and Peter were interrupted by FRIDAY. She said, ”Pizza has arrived, Boss and Mini Boss.”

Peter blushed beet red. It was different being called Mini Boss in a place where no-one payed attention to you and being called it with the person who he was nicknamed after. Obviously, FRIDAY seemed to not get the memo. 

Mr Stark smiled. A real, genial smile. “Thanks, FRI. Can you tell everyone that we will be down in a minute?”

”Of course, Boss.” the AI replied.

Peter managed to stutter out, “I-it i-isn’t w-what it l-looks like!”

Mr Stark said, “And how exactly does it it look?”

Peter somehow got even redder. “A-a-an I-Intern c-c-called m-me i-it. A-a-and th-then i-it s-st-stuck.”

Mr Stark had a thoughtful look on his face. Peter managed to get his blush to die down so it just settled onto his cheeks.

Mr Stark then said, “So I’m not a good mentor, then?”

Peter decided to play along. Forcing himself to blush furiously, he replied, “No! Mr Stark, you’re great! You’re like a father to me! I even named you ‘Irondad’ in my contacts!”

Pretending to realise what he just did, he widened his eyes and covered his face with his hands. 

“I’m sorry, Mr Stark. If you don’t want to see me ever again, I get it. I should probably go now.” Peter said in a broken voice. He dropped his hands to his sides and walked towards the door.

”Peter! Wait!” Mr Stark shouted. He ran in front of Peter, who pretended to be surprised. 

“But I thought that you hated me!” Peter exclaimed.

Mr Stark frowned. “I could never be mad at you, Bambino. And besides, I see you as a son, too. I named you in my contacts ‘Spiderson’. No way I’d be letting the only kid I like go that easily.” Mr Stark joked.

Peter’s eyes were comically wide by then.

Mr Stark smiled again and said, “Come on. Let’s go get some pizza.”

Peter decided to do something. 

“Okay.....

Dad.”

Mr Stark- no, Dad- beamed at Peter.

”Forget calling me ‘Tony’. ‘Dad’ will do just fine.”

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The elevator doors opened, and Peter saw someone who he hadn’t seen in a long time.

Tears cascaded down his face as the girl turned around. Her eyes, so lost, were now full of hope. Water built up in her eyes, as they stared at each other.

After five whole seconds, the dam broke behind the girl’s eyes and suddenly everything snapped into place.

A sob threatened to leave his throat as he was yeeted out of his father’s grip by his sheer determination, and they ran towards each other, albeit a bit dramatically.

But he didn’t care. She was here, and that was all that mattered.

“PETER!!!!!” Shouted the girl.

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but the only thing he managed to get out was that sob that was building up in his throat.

Finally, they met. With his superstrength, he lifted her off the ground and hugged her tight, not wanting to let go.

They slowly made their way to a heap on the ground, clinging onto each other tightly as they laughed, not really believing that it was real. That they were really there. It was like a dream come true.

Peter opened his mouth, and then closed it again. No, he had to do this. For the girl. For every being to ever exist. For the readers. 

It wasn’t optional. The girl stopped laughing, realising that Peter had gone quiet. Peter gave her a reassuring smile, and then finally.....

.....he opened his mouth and said one word.

The one word that would change the world as they knew it forever.

“Shuri.”

It was done.

A groan was heard as somebody spoke. 

“Sister, do you have to be so dramatic?” King T’Challa, the sister of Shuri, asked.

Said sister gasped, as though what he said was super offensive.

And it really was.

“eXcUsE mE, bUt YoU dOn’T gEt WhAt It Is LiKe To Be AwAy FrOm YoUr BeSt FrIeNd FoR mOnThS oN eNd!!!”

“The pizzas are getting cold!” Bucky shouted from the kitchen.

Panic lit up Peter’s eyes. “We don’t have enough food! Don’t worry. Shuri, you can have my pizza. You are okay with pepperoni, right? Right, we talked about this while texting each other. Mr King T’Challa Black Panther Sir? You can have my other pizza. You’re also okay with pepperoni?”

Peter looked at the king with pleading eyes.

”Don’t worry about it, kiddo. T’Challa texted me in advance, so you can keep your pizzas to yourself.” Dad said.

Peter hugged him tight. Dad tensed for a few seconds, but Peter didn’t let go. Eventually, he relaxed and hugged his son back.

A cough was heard as Mr Rogers can into the room from the kitchen. “Bucky’s serious-”

“-Well I do guess they both have long hair-” (That was Peter)

“-and if you want warm pizza, you better come and get it.” Mr Rogers finally finished.

Dad picked Peter up into his arms and his son squeaked.

It was a manly squeak.

Totally.

Dad gave Peter a kiss on his forehead.

“Dad!” Peter whined.

Everyone around them stared at the duo. Peter buried his head into his dad’s chest, feeling embarrassed. The arc reactor gave off a calming light and warmth, as Peter laid his hand against it.

Dad glared at them all, and then went into the kitchen with Peter still in his arms and Shuri behind them, with a huge smile on her face as she dragged her brother along behind her.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at them but said nothing, while giving Dad three pizza boxes (two of them being Peter’s), and one to Shuri and King T’Challa respectively. Mr Rogers looked up from getting a glass of apple juice and smiled at them, before taking his pizzas in his other hand and giving Bucky a quick kiss on the cheek. Mr Rogers’ boyfriend blushed lightly, before swatting him away playfully. 

The silence was ruined by a loud thud from the vents, and then Clint landed on his head. Luckily for him, the vents weren’t super high up, so he lived. Unfortunately for him though, he got a massive headache from it.

The Bird Brain 0.1 scrambled up to a halt, and shouted with all his might, “AVENGERS MEETING!!!!!”

Peter moved out of his father’s grip and landed on his feet. He took his two pizzas (he could tell which ones were his) and opened a box. Stuffing a slice into his mouth, he let out a small noise. Pizza was the best. 

“What’s wrong?” Mr Rogers asked once everyone had come into the kitchen.

Clint held up a piece of paper, that said in bold letters: ‘Field Trip To Stark Industries!’

Peter pretended to panic and tried to grab the slip, but Clint moved out of the way in time. “Junior has a Field Trip here next Friday!”

A mischievous glint was in everyones eyes, even Natasha’s. 

“Please don’t embarrass me!” Peter hopelessly pleaded.

“No can do, Bambino.” Dad said with humour clear in his voice.

“Yeah, there’s no way we are going to miss the chance to embarrass our Little Spider!” Mr Scott said.

The boy banged his head against the counter top. Great. I just hope they won’t go too far. Peter thought. 

After all, it would be a nightmare if any one of his secret identities would be revealed.

“I hate you all.” Peter said in a monotone voice.

“Come on, you know you love us.” Dad teased.

“.....I still hate you. It’s a love-hate thing that’s going on here.”

“Sure, kid.”

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Peter flopped onto his bed with a sigh.

Did he have to go on patrol?

The answer was yes.

I hate you Author. Peter thought.

Groaning, he rolled onto the floor. 

His dark blue carpet was so soft. Maybe he could have a little nap.....

No! He couldn’t! People could be dead and it would be all his fault!

His eyes opened, wide and doe-like. He hadn’t even realised he had closed them.

He put on his suit in record time.

Finally, he put on his mask. “KAREN, can you open my window, please?”

“Of course, Peter.” KAREN replied.

The AI had access to his lab and room, but nowhere else in the Tower.

Obviously, she had full access to his electronics, of course.

Peter jumped out of the window with his eyes closed.

Being suspended in the air, for those few seconds, felt like eternity.

He was free. 

He snapped his eyes open, and then shot a web at the nearest building, which was the Tower. 

Doing a couple of flips in the air for the fans, he began his Patrol.

He helped seven old people across the road, stopped twelve muggings, seventeen robberies, saved twenty cats from trees, and helped a pregnant lady with her shopping.

Other then that, it was a peaceful patrol.

“KAREN, what’s the time?” Peter asked.

“It is currently 1:30am. Half an hour before you usually end patrol.” Peter’s AI replied.

Peter went to a familiar rooftop and waited for Wade.

After two minutes, Deadpool finally came.

“Petey-Pie!” Wade shouted as he jumped on Peter’s back. He took off both of their masks and peppered Peter’s familiar head with kisses.

Spiderman chuckled at the childish antics of his lover. “Hi, Wade.”

Wade said excitedly, “It’s been five months since I’ve unalived someone! Please can we go?”

He gave Peter his best puppy eyes.

Peter giggled and replied, “You don’t need to ask, Wade. Of course we can go.”

Wade looked like an exited puppy, which instantly made Peter’s heart melt.

Deadpool put on Peter’s mask and put his on Peter.

“Ready?” Peter asked.

Wade nodded eagerly, and his lover webbed them away.

Wade and KAREN talked while Peter swung them to the bakery.

Peter just listened to his AI and lover talk.

Everything just felt..... Perfect.

Once they got there, Wade dropped from where he was on Biderman’s back and picked up his lover.

Peter yelped. Yep, yelped. He totally didn’t squeak.

Wade marched them into the bakery that sold pastries and candies of all colours.

Wade marched them into the bakery with purpose, only putting Peter, who was red with embarrassment (not that anyone could see that), down once they were inside.

Sarah, an emerald-eyed fiery ginger smiled at them from the counter.

Before she could get to them, however, a familiar mob of dirty blond hair ran towards them and their tiny arms tried to wrap around them both.

The lovers chuckled, while Sarah, the countertop lady, came over towards them.

“You should be in bed, Mister.” Sarah tried to tell off to her son. But failed, because she was trying hard not to smile and was failing miserably.

Ashley, the little boy, giggled and smiled cheekily at his mother.

“But mum! Spidey and DP are here!” the seven year old said excitedly.

Sarah chuckled. “I know, but it’s 1:36am.”

“Mom!” Ashley whined.

Sarah laughed. “Alright. But once they are gone, bed.”

Sarah then looked up and asked the two lovers, “Your usual?”

“Yes please, Sarah!” Wade said happily. 

While Sarah got the blue cookies, Peter sneakily put a twenty dollar bill inside the tip jar.

Sarah insisted that they didn’t have to pay, but that didn’t stop Peter from putting some money in the jar.

Sarah gave Peter the blue cookies, which were in a custom made bag.

“Don’t go!” Ashley said to them, eyes full of terror.

“Don’t worry, we will come and visit next Saturday.” Peter replied as he knelt down to the boy’s level.

Relief flooded Ashley’s eyes. “Pinky promise me.” Ashley said, completely serious.

“Okay.” Peter replied, just as serious. 

Their little fingers met.

Then they shook.

It was done.

Ashley beamed at the older boy. “Okay! Bye, Spidey!”

He gave them both a quick hug before retreating to his room.

Sarah smiled kindly at the couple. “You’re welcome any time.”

They said their goodbyes to Sarah, who saw them at the door.

They went to their rooftop and ate the blue cookies silently, masks off and swapped.

Wade broke the ‘silence’. (They were in New York. Duh.)

“Is it okay if I visit you at some point during your Field Trip, Baby Boy?” Wade asked nervously.

Breaking The Fourth Wall Buddies. BTFWBs for short.

“Of course, Wade!” Peter said. How could he even think that he couldn’t do that?

Wade relaxed, and coincidentally KAREN said, “Peter, if you’re hoping to get to the Tower within the time you usually get there, you better leave now.” 

“I have to go now.” Sadness laced Peter’s voice.

Wade suddenly kissed Peter. It was just lips on lips, but it was full of a thousand promises.

When they finally parted, Wade said, “Love you, Baby Boy.”

In a soft voice, Peter replied, “I love you too, Wade.”

They stared at each other a little while longer, wrapped in each other’s arms, before Peter gently de-attached himself from his lover.

“See you later.” Peter said in an even softer voice.

“See you on Friday, Petey-Pie.” Wade replied in a voice equally as soft.

Peter turned and swung away, feeling his lover’s eyes on him until he was too far away to be watched.

Gods, he loved Wade so much.

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“Hey, Parker! Are you ready for your lies to be exposed?!” ‘Flash’ shouted across the hallway. Peter slammed his head against his now-closed locker.

His books that were once on top of the locker fell onto him, and he didn’t move until he felt Eugene and his cronies walk past him.

Ned patted his back sympathetically. “I’m sure that they won’t embarrass you that much.”

Poor, poor Ned and Peter. They didn’t even know the half of it.

“Everyone, please can you hand in your slips now, or you won’t be able to go!” Mr Harrington said just as they got into the classroom.

Peter begrudgingly dumped his bag onto his desk before ruffling through it.

A spare pen..... His English homework he got and finished yesterday..... His lunch box full of protein bars made for his metabolism..... Aha! He found it!

Feeling a bit triumphant but miserable at the same time, he waited until the crowd dispersed before giving Mr Harrington his permission slip.

Mr Harrington looked at the signature but said nothing. 

After Dad finally finished laughing at his son’s luck, he took the slip off Clint and signed it with a big flourish.

Peter sighed gratefully, relieved that his teacher didn’t comment on it.

Once he got back to his seat, he brought out his pen and book out of his bag while Mr Harrington actually began the lesson. 

He doodled in his book all the way through the lesson, only answering a question or two correctly whenever he was called; Bruce taught him this the last time he went to his lab.

The bell rang, and everyone packed away their stuff and bolted out of the classroom.

“Mr Parker, can I have a word?” Mr Harrington asked.

Why did Peter know that this was coming all along?

“Mr Harrington, Sir, what do you need me for?” Peter asked once everyone was gone.

Ned had to leave fifteen minutes earlier then the rest of the class, since he needed to go to the dentist.

“I am aware of your internship, and that you intern for Tony Stark, but this is taking it a bit too far, don’t you think? Care to explain?” Mr Harrington said with a kind face.

Peter gulped and replied, “Once Mr Stark saw the slip, he laughed and signed it, leaving no room for May.”

This, of course, was true. While May had gone on a business trip, there was no room for her to sign her name on the dotted line.

“And Mr Stark is one of my school contacts, so technically he is allowed to sign these types of things, if May is unavailable, or away on a business trip, as she has been for two weeks now.” Peter added as an afterthought.

Mr Harrington nodded, seemingly not surprised that one of his best students had been staying at the Tower.

“I just wanted a basic understanding. You may go now, Mr Parker.” The teacher replied.

Peter was relieved, and he let it show on his face. He waved at Mr Harrington as he left the classroom.

Before he could even fully go through the doorway, he was dragged be Eugene and was rammed into a locker nearby. “Your lies are about to be exposed, Penis. How do you feel about that?” Eugene taunted.

Peter looked around and saw that there were no teachers apart from Mr Harrington, who was in his classroom at that moment and couldn’t have heard them over everyone else in the hallway.

“Yo, Parker, why don’t you look at me? Or are you too scared and want to go running to mummy and daddy?” ‘Flash’ put a thoughtful look on his face. “Oh, wait, you can’t, because they’re DEAD!”

Eugene laughed loudly and threw a few punches at Peter’s ribs.

Laughing all the way, ‘Flash’ turned and walked away, leaving Peter to his own devices.

Peter sighed and discretely healed his ribs. 

Blessing from Apollo.

Believe it or not, he could use powers from his past lives, just as long as he didn’t interfere with his current ‘fate’.

He trekked his way to the car, smiling at Happy once he got in.

He hadn’t been able to finish his homework that he started at lunch, so he began to do just that.

———Time Skip———

Peter’s Spider Sense screamed ‘DODGE!’, but he stayed still.

It came closer, and closer- but he couldn’t dodge- it was nearly on him- NO! NO!- ohmygodsit’snearlythere- ohmygodsohmygodshe’sgoingtodiewhydidIdothisohmygodsohmygods-

And it landed.

Peter felt disgusted by the wetness on his neck. He wanted to die in a hole somewhere.

Well, more than usual.

What? He’s Gen Z! He can’t help it!

Eugene had been taunting him the whole ride. He just wanted to get this over with. 

A scream was heard.

Everyone was suddenly talking, and the bus stopped.

Everyone clambered out, seemingly climbing on top of one another.

Peter stayed on the bus until everyone was outside.

He walked towards Ned, who had his mouth hanging open, and grimaced.

They had arrived at the Tower.

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Peter felt like he would die.

“My name is Rachel, and I’m your Tour Guide!” One of the ITDTs said once they came up to them. 

Rachel brought a tray of Badges to the group. 

“You are all getting White Badges, which are specifically made for Tours. They are the second highest level, and with them on their own, you can go to the Food Court and the nearest toilet. But with a Higher Badge, you can go nearly anywhere. The only level lower than this is a Purple Badge. They only have access to the first two floors, with or without a Higher Badge, and are specifically made for the press. Both types of cards deactivate as soon as you get three feet away from the building, so you can keep them. They are also completely recyclable. After the White Badges are Black Badges, for Guards and the Receptionist. Black Badges can go anywhere with a higher clearance, like White ones, but on their own, they can only go to the nearest bathroom and Food Court, along designated area of a Guard who has gotten a Black Badge. But in an emergency where more Guards are needed, it has temporary access to wherever that problem may be. After Black is Yellow, for the Science Interns. They have access to the Lab  or Labs that they work in, along with all the bathrooms and the Food Court. After Yellow is Green, for ITDTs, AKA Interns That Do Tours. I myself am an ITDT.” Rachel showed them her Green Badge that was on her. “These Badges can get you all the way up to floor 55, but there are a lot of restrictions. After Green is Grey, for the Head Interns. They have access to all the Labs and bathrooms, along with the Food Court. Pink is after Grey, and they are for Businessmen. They only have access to floor 50-65, while the Tower has 93 floors. The floors above floor 65 belong to the Avengers. Brown Badges are for the Avengers family and friends, and have access to everywhere apart from the floors where the Avengers’ rooms are, unless they have the Avenger of the room they want to go into and it’s the same for personal Labs. Blue Badges are for the Avengers that don’t reside at the Tower, and are similar to Brown Badges, but have access to their Guest room, but only their room. After Blue is Gold, which can go anywhere apart from the personal Labs, including other Avengers rooms. Finally, there’s Red. It’s the highest level, and has access to absolutely everywhere. Only five individuals have this level of access. And they are Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Pepper Potts, Shuri, who is the princess of Wakanda, and Tony Stark’s personal Intern. Any questions?”

Peter looked around and saw that everyone was too busy digesting the information to have any questions.

Rachel beamed at them and exclaimed, “Excellent! As I call your name, please come and collect your Badge.”

Once everyone apart from Ned, MJ and Peter had gotten their Badge, Rachel nodded to herself. 

“Now please make your way to the scanners, where-”

“Excuse me, miss! But Leeds, Jones and Parker haven’t gotten a badge!” Guess who said that?

Yep, it was Eugene.

Rachel frowned and checked the list of names in her hand. “That’s strange. I wonder why.....”

Then obviously her eyes caught Peter’s.

Rachel’s eyes widened and she exclaimed, “Junior! Can you please find out why these three people haven’t gotten a Badge? I can’t leave this Tour Group unsupervised!”

(A/N No one knows about MJ and Ned, since they always use the back door, and Peter never told the Interns what his last name is.)

Peter forced himself to blush and stutter out, “M-My l-last n-n-name i-is Parker. A-and N-Ned and MJ h-have their o-own Badges be-because they’re good fr-friends of m-mine.”

Rachel nodded to him in understanding and pity.

“Alright, now that is sorted, please make your way to the scanner where FRIDAY will call out your name and clearance as soon as you swipe your Badge and step through.”

The ITDT then showed them an example and stepped through.

Obviously, Eugene had to go next. But his shoving to the front was worth it for the face he gave when FRIDAY called out, “Eugene Thompson. Level Badge: White. No unauthorised items. Threat Level: Minus Twenty. Welcome to the Tower, Mr Thompson.”

The last part was in a mocking tone.

We stan FRIDAY.

FRIDAY greeted everyone else in a similar way, minus the mocking tone and their threat level was either “Five” or “Six”.

Finally, it was just Ned, MJ and Peter left.

MJ walked through the scanner like the Queen that she was.

“Michelle ‘MJ’ Jones. Level Badge: Brown. No unauthorised items. Threat Level: Twenty Five. Welcome back, MJ. Would you like me to tell Mrs Potts of your arrival?” FRIDAY said in a kind voice.

“No thanks, FRI.” MJ replied, looking bored as she sketched her classmates faces.

Ned patted Peter’s shoulder pityingly, and walked through the scanner after MJ. Not as badass, but acting normal. 

“Edward ‘Ned’ Leeds. Level Badge: Brown. No unauthorised items. Threat Level: Twenty. Hello, Ned. Do you want me to tell Mr Banner of your arrival?” FRIDAY asked to Ned. 

“Hello! And no thank you, FRIDAY.” Ned said to FRIDAY while looking at the ceiling.

“Very well, Ned.” FRIDAY mused.

Everyone’s attention was then on Peter.

He swiped his Badge and FRIDAY said, “Peter Benjamin Parker-Stark. Level Badge: Red. Tony Stark’s Personal Intern. No unauthorised items. Threat Level: One-Hundred-And-Ninety-Seven. Nicknames: Junior, Mini-” FRIDAY was cut off.

“FRIDAY, mute!” Peter said before it could get to the really embarrassing nicknames.

His classmates were staring at him until Rachel said, “Everyone, please can I have your attention? Good. Now first, we are going to-”

The vents creaked and Peter said out of nowhere, “I know you’re up there, Clint.”

He then subtly kicked a part of the wall that he knew would open the part on the vents where Clint was given the-

Everyone stared at him like he was crazy. That was until-

A loud BANG!!!!! was heard as the Arrow-Head fell out of the vents. 

Hawkeye glared and stuck his tongue out at his ‘nephew’.

Peter just raised an eyebrow at his childish antics.

“Peter, my main man, are you okay?” Clint said, albeit reluctantly.

“Clint, my main man, I am okay, and I hope you are too, as nearly everyone else is in this world.” Peter replied with a smirk.

Steve Rogers then came out of the elevator.

”Hi Peter, Ned and MJ. Bucky made cookies. Blue chocolate chip. I still don’t understand the obsession you have with the colour blue, Pete.” Captain America then gave Peter a tub filled to the brim with blue cookies. 

Rachel gave a suspicious look at Peter, but it was gone quickly when Mr Rogers picked up Clint and flung him over his shoulder.

Clint screamed bloody murder as he was carried to the elevator by Mr Rogers, who looked relaxed and calm as though he wasn’t carrying a ‘child’ who was throwing a tantrum.

Rachel blinked and carried on with the Tour. “We are first going to the Avengers museum. Then we are going to the Green Lab, where I work when I don’t do Tours. After that, we are going to visit the R&D Labs. Then we will have lunch at the Food Court, and visit the rest of the Labs, which are on a different floor than the Green Lab and the R&D Lab. After that, we’re going to the first floor of where the Business Offices are. Finally, there’s a Q&A with some of the Avengers.”

As they made their way towards one of the huge elevators, Peter was contemplating wether or not to expose himself.

After all, it was no longer canon.

And it wasn’t even his fault.

*******

Peter walked towards Spider-Man’s exhibit. He didn’t even know there was one.

Ned was at the Captain America exhibit and MJ was at Pepper’s. They decided to split up because of boredom.

It was a hologram of his first suit, and then it went to his second one. The latest suit was then up, and it looked as though the nanobots were actually building the suit there in front of him. It was the classic blue-on-red suit and then the nanobots collapsed and built the Iron Spider suit. It kept on going in that cycle; old suit, second suit, new suit.

Then Peter looked at his information sheet.

1. Spider-Man loves the colour blue.
2. His favourite food is blue pizza.
3. His favourite candy is blue gummy worms.
4. He can beat everyone on the team with any weapon or no weapon, but he doesn’t actually use any weapons when fighting crime.
5. You don’t want to be against him, the princess of Wakanda, and Tony Stark’s intern in a Prank War.
6. Spider-Man is afraid of big, hairy spiders.

“Dude, you’re afraid of spiders?” Ned replied. He had came up from behind him, but Peter knew he was there.

“Only the big ones.” Peter shuddered at his memories of spiders. First the side-quest with Annabeth where there were deadly robot spiders trying to kill them, then the giant spider that landed them in Tartarus, and the bite. Yeah, no, he had really bad experiences with spiders.

Peter ate five blue cookies as he wondered around the museum. Even people who weren’t really Avengers had an exhibit. Like Shuri, Mrs Potts, and Nebula. 

“Peter! You forgot your watch!” Scott Lang shouted from across the room. The watch was thrown at him and, at the last moment, he turned around and caught the watch. It was a Rolex.

“Thanks, Mr Lang.” Peter said sarcastically.

Mr Lang frowned and replied, “Sam is cooking tonight. Do you want Chinese, Indian, McDonalds or KFC?”

Sam couldn’t cook to save his life.

Peter thought about it and replied, “McDonalds, please.”

Mr Lang left with a “Goodbye.”

Peter saw everyone stare at him. He put on his watch and continued to feel embarrassed.

*******

“-And here are the R&D labs. Feel free to look around, but please don’t touch anything or ask anyone anything. You could end up with a blue hand or an explosion.”

Everyone scattered and looked around. Peter felt compelled to touch something, because blue, but didn’t. Otherwise, FRIDAY would get an Avenger and then it would be a disaster.

But then he saw Mr Banner and Shuri.

Oh no.

He was doomed.

Unfortunately, while trying to not catch Shuri’s eye, he did just that.

“I could of dropped my croissant!” Shuri shouted out.

“Look at all those chickens!” Peter replied.

“What have you got there?” Shuri vined.

“A KNIFE!!!!!” Peter vined back.

“NOOOOOO!!!!!” Shuri said in turn.

Peter then said neutrally, “I like your accent, where are you from?”

“I’m Liberian.” Shuri exclaimed to him.

“I’m sorry,” Peter then whisper-shouted, “I like your accent, where are you from?”

They burst into laughter.

Then Peter saw Eugene’s face, screaming, ‘Wtf?’

Peter managed to say with tears streaming down his face, “Thanks for checking in, I’m still a piece of garbage.”

Shuri replied with, “tHiS iS wHy MuM dOeSn’T fU**iNg LoVe YoU!”

Then they died. The end.

Urgh..... Fine. They died from laughter. Are you happy now?

DP:No! You have to go on with the story!

PPS: Please?

Okaaaay.....

Mr Banner looked up from his work once the two ‘children’ were done with their childish antics. “Hi, Peter. Can you look over this coding for me, please?”

Peter squinted his eyes at him, seeing the bags under his eyes. “Only if you get some sleep after.”

Mr Banner waved a hand at him, only half-listening. “Yeah, sure, Pete.”

Peter swore that he could have been agreeing to go to Hell and he wouldn’t even notice.

“Okay,” Peter said to the Doctor. Pushing Mr Banner into the lift, he asked, “FRIDAY, please can you take Mr Banner up to his floor?”

“Of course, Mini-Boss.” FRIDAY replied.

“And I’ll check on the code.” Peter reassured the human side of the Hulk as the elevator doors closed on Mr Banner, who looked half asleep and dead on his feet. 

Huh, that rhymed. Peter thought.

He looked over the coding and fixed several mistakes. Once it was done, he saved it and set a password to access it.

“FRIDAY, please tell Mr Banner as soon as he’s up to come to me for the password to get the coding.” Peter sighed and turned around to see his class staring at him with their mouths hanging open, minus Ned and MJ, the former looking really excited while the latter just looked bored and sketching the surrounding people. “Close your mouths, you’ll catch flies.” 

Everyone closed their mouth immediately, but continued to stare at him.

Peter banged his head on a table.

It was a wonder how he didn’t have brain damage by now.

*****

Peter sat down with a stack of sandwiches from Delmars, when he saw a blur of red and black run towards him. “Petey-Pie!”

Deadpool hugged his lover with all his might, picking him up and twirling them around.

Peter laughed and felt a bit giddy as the spinning stopped. “Hi, Wade.”

Wade gasped as he finally realised they were being stared at. “If any of you hurt my Baby-Boy, you will get a katana up your a** and a bullet in your eye. And not from a gun. You’ll also-”

“Wade! I think they got the point.” Peter scolded his lover, knowing that they were similar in that way. Not that either of them could help it.

It’s what happens when you’re immortal.

“Fiiiiine.” Wade said, giving in to his partner

Then obviously, Wade being Wade, he pulled Peter into his lap and fed him. 

Ned and MJ joined them, while no one else dared to come near. They had met before, since MJ would of killed him if he didn’t introduce them and she had found out.

“Alright, Midtown!” Rachel said as she clasped her hands together, “Lunchtime’s over!”

A few people grumbled at how unfair it was that they couldn’t finish the food, while others picked up the food and put it in a container to put in their bag.

Like pizza. They came with the boxes.

Not Wade’s friends!

Deadpool stood up with Peter still in his arms. Yeah, it was kind of obvious that Wade was going with the Tour Group.

*****

They were in the elevator when an alarm rang out. 

“Please stay calm and go to the nearest safe room.” FRIDAY said through the speakers and opened the elevator doors. Everyone scrambled out and Peter pushed himself to the front with Wade in tow.

He held up a hand to stop Rachel from talking and said over the mumbling students, “This is not a drill. You will follow me to the safe room and stay there. You will not attempt to leave the room unless I, or another Intern, has come to get you. Do you understand?”

Of course, all of them were shocked that ‘Puny Parker’ spoke to them like that, like he was the one in charge. So they nodded and followed him.

Wade held Peter’s hand with his own, rubbing soothing circles in the back of his hand.

“You alright, Baby Boy?” Wade murmured softly, knowing that Peter could hear him.

That’s when everything went BANG.

Chapter Text

Peter stood up. He knew everyone was alive by being able to sense them and hear their heartbeats.

That was always a good sign.

He opened his eyes and saw monsters and demons attacking random people. And the people could see them.

Not so much a good sign.

He looked at his lover who opened his eyes from where he was sprawled out beside him.

Obviously, he knew what Peter was about to do.

"Are you sure?" Wade asked, completely serious.

Peter felt tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, but blinked them away.

"It's the only way."

Looking out to the city in front of him, he could see Demi-Gods, Wizards and Shadowhunters alike fighting side by side slowly getting rid of the chaos.

But it wasn't enough.

Taking a deep breath, he shouted and projected his voice across New York and Olympus, "Close your eyes!"

He drew up the hidden power inside of him.

They felt themselves change, hair becoming a shade lighter and more grey, two inches longer and more wavy instead of curly.

Their eyes became all the types of greens, blues, golds and shades possible.

Their skin became tan, and their body was more like Percy Jackson's.

Then his wings unfurled.

They were black, red, blue, grey, bone-coloured, saffron, green, silver, and bronze.

They were flame-like, and glowed slightly.

(A/N Nephilim's Children's Rhyme. Cassandra Clare's.

Black for hunting through the night,

For death and mourning the colour's white,

Gold for a bride in her wedding gown,

And red to call enchantment down.

White silk for when our bodies burn,

Blue banners for when the lost return,

Flame for the birth of a Nephilim, 

And to wash away our sins.

Grey for knowledge best untold,

Bone for those who won't grow old,

Saffron lights the victory march,

Green will mend our broken hearts,

Silver for the Demon Towers,

And bronze to summon wicked powers.

Yes, I memorised it. Sue me. (Actually, please don't.))

And like that, the Cursed Angel was free.

They could feel the eyes of millions upon them, so they spoke.

"I am the Cursed Angel. Reborn time and time again, some know me as Percy Jackson," they gestured to the Demi-Gods, "While others know me as Harry Potter," the Wizards, "And Clarissa (A/N Autocorrect. Hopefully now fixed.) Frey." Then they set their eyes on the author. "Not the time for A/Ns."

Sorry.

They looked away.

"I was also known as Peter Parker. Or Spiderman as most of you know him by. But.....My real name is Askaral. This curse was brought upon me, and now I have enough power to even rival God's." They looked at the ground. "But I will not."

They clapped their hands, the sound vibrating throughout the Universe, and every monster, every demon disappeared.

Apart from the good ones, of course.  

Then they turned to the Avengers who had come beside them during their speech.

They gave them a smile.

"I haven't changed."

"What the f***, Richard?!"

And that was that.