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The Chaotic Felid Trip To S.I (With Peter Parker)

Summary:

Peter Parker was used to people underestimating him. It came with the whole "nerdy kid" package. But nothing compared to the sheer disbelief—and irritation—Midtown High’s teachers felt whenever he was involved in anything.
Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell, in particular, had long since given up trying to understand Peter Parker. He was always disappearing during school events, always late with assignments, and always conveniently had some ridiculous excuse. If something went wrong, Peter Parker was somehow involved. If chaos had a human form, it was him.

Notes:

This is a pure crack fic <3

:)

Have a break, drink some water, relax :)

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Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Peter Parker was used to people underestimating him. It came with the whole "nerdy kid" package. But nothing compared to the sheer disbelief—and irritation—Midtown High’s teachers felt whenever he was involved in anything.

Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell, in particular, had long since given up trying to understand Peter Parker. He was always disappearing during school events, always late with assignments, and always conveniently had some ridiculous excuse. If something went wrong, Peter Parker was somehow involved. If chaos had a human form, it was him.

So when they arrived at Stark Industries, they already had their eyes on him, waiting for the inevitable disaster.

"Dude, I heard it takes like three PhDs just to get a janitor job there!" Flash Thompson scoffed.

"Let alone an internship," another student added.

"Oh, come on! We all know it’s impossible!" someone else said.

And that’s when Ned, bless his overenthusiastic heart, blurted out a little too loudly, "Peter's an intern there!"

Silence. Then laughter.

"Yeah, right, Leeds," Flash sneered. "Parker? At Stark Industries? Good one."

Mr. Dell sighed. "Let’s keep the jokes to a minimum, guys. Parker, please don’t start any trouble today."

Peter sighed. He really wished Ned would stop outing him like that. Of course, no one believed it. But today wasn’t about arguing—it was about the field trip to Stark Industries.

The very place he lived.

Ever since May passed away, Tony and Pepper had taken him in. They treated him like their own son, alongside Morgan, his mischievous little sister. He had his own room at the tower, unrestricted lab access, and a clearance level that rivaled most high-ranking officials—something only Ned and MJ knew about. Oh, and, you know, he was Spider-Man. Triple life and all.

So, as the Midtown students arrived, Peter had to pretend like this was his first time stepping into the sleek, high-tech facility. Meanwhile, FRIDAY had already logged his presence, and most of the scientists he passed by gave him knowing nods.

The tour started fine—until it didn't.

The Badge Incident

First, Peter forgot to take off his badge. His badge. The one that clearly stated "Peter Stark-Parker" and had a clearance level that made even some senior scientists nervous. The tour guide nearly choked when they saw it, and Peter quickly stuffed it in his pocket, but the damage was done. Flash had already seen it and was in the middle of whispering wild theories.

Mr. Harrington groaned. "Parker, what—what exactly does ‘Level 9 Clearance’ mean?"

"Uh, nothing? Cool sticker, huh?" Peter tried.

"Peter, this is a government-level clearance! Are you hacking into S.H.I.E.L.D. databases in your free time?" Mr. Harrington asked, voice rising in panic.

"I swear I am not!" Peter said quickly.

"I don’t even want to know," Mr. Dell muttered. "At this point, I just assume you’re part of some secret organization." He threw his hands up. "Why not? Why not add ‘spy’ to the list of things I’ve given up trying to understand about you?"

The Whiteboard Equation

Then, Peter got caught using a whiteboard to solve a complex equation during a presentation. He had zoned out, doing what he did best—being a genius—only to turn around and find the entire class, plus their guide, staring at him in shock.

"Uh... don't mind me. Continue?" he tried.

"That—That’s Dr. Banner’s problem," the scientist leading the presentation stammered. "How—How did you...?"

Mr. Dell let out a dramatic sigh, rubbing his face. "Parker, let me get this straight. The same Peter Parker who once tried to argue that ‘technically’ chemistry homework was optional has just solved a problem Bruce Banner was working on?"

"Uh... maybe?"

"You know what? I’m not even surprised anymore," Mr. Dell muttered. "I'm gonna start carrying a stress ball. Just for you."

Mr. Harrington groaned again, looking like he regretted his life choices. "Parker, I told you to keep a low profile for once! This is the opposite of that!"

The Property Damage

But the worst part? The absolute kicker?

He broke Stark property. Again.

It wasn’t his fault! Honest! He just wanted to test some new webbing, and, well, maybe attaching it to a prototype drone mid-flight wasn't the best idea. The thing short-circuited, crashed, and sent sparks flying everywhere. Tony was definitely going to hear about this one. Again.

The entire class gasped as alarms briefly blared before FRIDAY shut them off.

Mr. Harrington, visibly trembling, turned to Peter. "Parker... did you just break a multi-million-dollar Stark drone?"

"Uh, well, technically, it broke itself—"

"NO. No more words. I need to sit down."

Mr. Dell clapped his hands together. "Alright, that’s it! We officially can’t take Parker anywhere! This is worse than the Washington Monument fiasco."

"Hey! That wasn’t my fault!" Peter protested.

"You know what? I don't care anymore. I’m retiring early," Mr. Dell declared.

By the time the trip ended, Peter was drowning in the looks of utter disbelief from his classmates. His teachers, now equal parts exhausted and emotionally done, bombarded him with questions. Flash was frantically googling "Peter Parker Stark connection." And Ned? Well, Ned was just grinning ear to ear.

MJ, standing beside him, smirked. "You really can't go one day without exposing yourself, can you?"

Peter groaned. "Nope. Guess not."

Behind them, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell were whispering.

"We’re never bringing Parker on another trip again, right?" Mr. Harrington said.

"Absolutely not," Mr. Dell agreed. "Matter of fact, I think he should be banned from school trips. Permanently."

And thus, the legend of Peter Parker: Midtown's Most Banned Field Trip Student, was born.

Chapter 2: The Aftermath

Summary:

The moment the Midtown High bus pulled away from Stark Industries, Peter knew he was doomed. The silence in the vehicle was deafening, which was a rare phenomenon considering how Flash Thompson never shut up.

Notes:

This is Peter Parker in a nutshell <3

 

:)

Chapter Text

The moment the Midtown High bus pulled away from Stark Industries, Peter knew he was doomed. The silence in the vehicle was deafening, which was a rare phenomenon considering how Flash Thompson never shut up.

Ned, of course, was having the time of his life. "Dude. Dude. I swear to all things holy, I have never seen Flash this quiet. I think you broke him."

Peter slumped in his seat, tugging at the collar of his sweater. "Yeah, well, it’s not funny. Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell looked like they aged ten years."

MJ, scrolling through her phone, smirked. "They’re probably looking up early retirement plans. Or therapy options."

"Great. Now I have that on my conscience," Peter groaned, rubbing his face. "I didn’t even mean to do anything! The badge thing was an accident, the equation thing was just instinct, and the drone—okay, yeah, I’ll take the blame for that one."

"Oh, you mean the multi-million-dollar Stark drone?" MJ deadpanned.

Peter groaned. "Please stop saying it like that."

Meanwhile, Flash, who had spent the past twenty minutes furiously typing on his phone, suddenly shot up. "There’s no way this is real!" he blurted out. "Peter Parker is NOT living at Stark Tower! He’s NOT some kind of genius intern! There’s got to be an explanation!"

"Maybe he just is?" Cindy Moon suggested with a shrug.

"NO! It’s Parker! There’s no way!" Flash turned to Peter, pointing an accusatory finger. "You—explain! Right now!"

Peter opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by Mr. Harrington’s deep sigh from the front of the bus. "No, no, Parker doesn’t have to explain. In fact, I’d prefer he didn’t. Because every time he does, I understand him even less."

"Agreed," Mr. Dell muttered. "Ignorance is bliss."

Peter huffed. "Okay, come on, it’s not that bad—"

"Peter," Mr. Harrington interrupted, eyes hollow with exhaustion. "You have Level 9 clearance at one of the most secure tech facilities in the world. You solved a Bruce Banner-level equation while zoning out. And you somehow managed to break Stark property for what I assume is not the first time."

Peter opened his mouth to protest but immediately thought back to the countless "Parker Incident Reports" that Tony had specifically created for him. Yeah. Okay. Fair point.

"So," Mr. Harrington continued, rubbing his temples, "no. I will not be asking you for an explanation. I will simply accept that you exist as an anomaly in this world. And when I go home tonight, I will do my best to pretend none of this ever happened."

"That’s healthy," MJ commented.

Mr. Dell exhaled. "Leeds, Michelle, please make sure Parker doesn't do anything remotely suspicious until we get back to school."

Ned snorted. "I don't think that's possible."

"Why not?" Mr. Harrington asked warily.

"Because Peter just got a text," MJ said, tilting her head at Peter’s phone. "And judging by the way he just turned ghost white, I’m guessing it’s not great news."

Flash narrowed his eyes. "What’s wrong, Parker? Did Mr. Stark find out you wrecked his drone?"

Peter gulped, staring at his screen.

[Tony Stark: PARKER. OFFICE. NOW.]

"Uh," Peter muttered, shoving his phone away. "No. Everything’s fine. Totally fine."

Mr. Dell groaned, already massaging his temples. "Parker, do I even want to know?"

"Nope!" Peter said quickly. "Absolutely not! Let’s just, uh, enjoy the ride back! Yeah!"

Flash narrowed his eyes. "I don’t trust you."

MJ smirked. "Good instinct."

By the time the bus rolled into Midtown’s parking lot, Peter was already bracing himself for the absolute disaster that awaited him. But before he could make a break for it, Mr. Harrington called out. "Parker! Office."

Peter winced. "You, uh, sure about that?"

"Peter."

"Okay, okay! Just checking!"

Dragging his feet, Peter followed his teachers inside, with Ned and MJ exchanging knowing glances behind him.

The principal’s office was tense. Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell were seated across from Principal Morita, who looked like he was trying very hard to make sense of the report in front of him.

"Let me get this straight," Morita finally said. "Peter Parker—our Peter Parker—has been living at Stark Tower for months, has a clearance level high enough to access classified tech, and is, according to this report, ‘a walking catastrophe with a PhD-worthy brain.’"

"That about sums it up," Mr. Harrington said tiredly.

Mr. Dell nodded. "And we’d like to formally request that he be permanently banned from all future school trips."

"I second that," Mr. Harrington added.

Peter’s jaw dropped. "Hey! That’s not fair!"

Morita rubbed his forehead. "Parker, you literally caused a security breach today."

"That’s debatable!"

"No, it’s really not."

Peter sighed. "Okay. Fine. But banning me from all trips? Forever?"

Mr. Dell leaned forward, eyes dead serious. "Parker. Do you have any idea how many emails I’ve received in the last two hours from Stark Industries?"

"Uh…"

"Thirty-two. Thirty-two emails. Including one from Pepper Potts personally apologizing for, and I quote, ‘any psychological damage’ you may have caused us."

Peter cringed. "Oh. Yeah. That, uh… that tracks."

Morita sighed. "Alright. We won’t ban him from every trip."

Peter perked up. "Really?"

"Just the ones involving expensive technology, government facilities, or any building that could be set on fire."

Peter blinked. "That’s… that’s like all the good ones!"

Mr. Harrington just gave him a long, tired look. "Exactly."

And thus, Peter Parker officially became Midtown’s most restricted field trip student.

Later that night, as Peter returned to Stark Tower (and braced himself for Tony’s inevitable lecture), he sighed to himself.

"Y’know," he muttered, "this is probably the most normal outcome I could’ve hoped for."

Ned snorted through the phone. "Dude, you got semi-banned from school trips."

"Yeah, but at least I didn’t get expelled! So, y'know… win?"

MJ’s voice chimed in. "Parker, your bar for victory is really low."

"Yeah," Peter admitted, flopping onto his bed. "Yeah, it is."

Chapter 3: The Stark reaction

Summary:

Peter is getting lectured by Stack while his friends are betting how long until he causes another international disaster

Notes:

Love ya'll hope you enjoyed the fic

Chapter Text

The moment Peter stepped into Stark Tower, he knew he was in trouble. Not just the usual, "Tony's gonna lecture me for breaking something" kind of trouble, but the "I might actually need to flee the country" kind.

FRIDAY's voice greeted him the moment he entered. "Welcome back, Mr. Parker. Mr. Stark is waiting for you in his office. He has requested I lock the elevators until you arrive."

Peter groaned. "Of course he did."

Dragging his feet, Peter made his way up, each step heavier than the last. When the elevator doors opened to Tony's office, he found the billionaire leaning against his desk, arms crossed, staring him down like a disappointed father who just discovered his kid had somehow crashed the family car… into a spaceship.

"Parker," Tony started, voice deceptively calm. "Would you like to tell me why I spent the last two hours cleaning up a mess that involved my drones, classified research, and an entire school faculty questioning whether or not you are a real human being?"

Peter scratched the back of his head. "Uh… surprise?"

Tony inhaled sharply through his nose. "Sit."

Peter sat.

"Do you know how many damage control calls I had to make today?" Tony continued, pacing in front of him. "Pepper is convinced we need to send Midtown a Stark Industries-sponsored stress relief retreat. Happy threatened to personally drive you to and from school so you never step foot on another trip again. And don’t even get me started on the government email I had to write because someone—not naming names, but it's you—accidentally activated a high-security drone protocol!"

Peter winced. "In my defense—"

"There is no defense, Parker!" Tony threw his hands in the air. "You practically speed-ran your way onto every watchlist in existence today!"

"Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad—"

Tony turned his tablet around, revealing a headline from a major news site:

'Midtown High Student Causes Security Lockdown at Stark Industries—Is He a Secret Super Genius?'

Peter groaned, slumping in his chair. "Okay, yeah, that’s bad."

"You think?" Tony tossed the tablet onto his desk. "Look, kid. I love that brain of yours. But maybe, just maybe, we dial it back a bit in public?"

Peter sighed. "Yeah, I get it. I’ll try to be more… normal."

Tony arched an eyebrow. "Normal? You? Parker, the only thing normal about you is that you eat like a teenage black hole."

Peter frowned. "That’s unfair, I—" He paused. "Okay, yeah, that’s true."

Tony smirked. "Darn right it is."

The tension in the room deflated a little, and Peter let out a breath of relief.

"So, what happens now?" Peter asked hesitantly. "Am I grounded? Wait, can you even ground me? I don’t think we have that kind of authority dynamic—"

Tony rolled his eyes. "You're not grounded. But you are going to lay low for a while. No more field trips where you might break, hack, or accidentally commandeer multi-million-dollar tech."

Peter groaned. "Ugh, even you? Midtown already put me on the ‘do not travel’ list."

Tony snorted. "Good. Maybe now I won’t have to explain to the Avengers why you almost caused an international incident with a Stark jet."

"That was one time!" Peter protested.

"Parker. It was three times."

Peter slumped further in his chair. "I regret nothing."

Tony chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, kid. Get out of here before I change my mind and assign you extra homework."

Peter perked up. "Wait, I get homework now?"

"Out!" Tony pointed toward the door, but there was an amused glint in his eyes.

Peter grinned and made his escape. As he stepped back into his room, his phone buzzed with a message from Ned:

[Ned: So? How bad was the Stark Lecture?]

Peter flopped onto his bed and typed back:

[Peter: Got off easy. No Stark Industries ban. Just gotta ‘lay low.’]

[Ned: Define ‘lay low.’]

[Peter: …Not cause another near-international disaster?]

[Ned: Yeah, okay. So how long before you break that?]

Peter stared at the ceiling.

[Peter: Place your bets now.]

From across the city, MJ’s text chimed in:

[MJ: 3 days.]

Peter groaned, burying his face in his pillow.

Yeah. That was fair.

Chapter 4: The One time it was not Peters fault

Summary:

For the first time in what felt like ever, Peter Parker was not the reason Stark Industries was on fire. Which, somehow, made the situation even more concerning.

Notes:

I did not know I would update this until right now
But I hope you will enjoy this :)

(Bro its 11:45 pm, I need sleep)

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Chapter Text

 

Peter Parker was having a good day.

Which, statistically speaking, meant disaster was about five minutes away.

But for now? Things were perfect.

He was walking through downtown with MJ and Ned, hoodie pulled up, iced coffee in hand, and for once, no alarms, explosions, or Stark-level disasters. Just them being… normal teenagers.

MJ had her camera out, snapping pictures of random dogs they passed, and Ned was in the middle of an overly passionate rant about why Empire Strikes Back was the superior movie. Peter was only half-listening, smiling softly as MJ’s hand brushed against his.

It was… nice.

Peaceful.

Suspiciously peaceful.

“Dude,” Ned said, noticing Peter’s faraway look, “you look like you’re waiting for someone to drop an anvil on your head.”

Peter sipped his drink. “I’m just… cautious. The last time I said things were calm, I accidentally webbed myself to a moving bus.”

MJ snorted. “You’re traumatized by your own existence.”

Peter pointed at her. “Exactly.”

They reached their favorite café — a cozy little corner shop with warm lighting and mismatched chairs. Peter loved it here. It smelled like vanilla and espresso, and no one ever looked at him like he might accidentally hack the Pentagon.

They found a table by the window. Ned was already halfway through his pastry before Peter had even sat down. MJ leaned back, sipping her drink like a cat who knew something no one else did.

“Y’know,” MJ said, “this is nice. No supervillains, no explosions, no Tony calling you every ten minutes—”

Peter’s phone started ringing.

MJ blinked. “I’m a prophet.”

Peter groaned and pulled his phone out. “It’s Tony. Of course it’s Tony.” He answered with his usual mix of fear and resignation. “Hey, Mr. Stark. What’s up?”

Tony’s voice came through, way too calm. “Hey, kid. Quick question.”

Peter froze. Tony only used that tone when the situation was definitely not fine.

“Uh… okay?”

“When,” Tony said slowly, “was the last time you entered the lower intern labs?”

Peter frowned. “Uh… like, two days ago? Why?”

Tony exhaled. “Because they’re on fire.”

The café went dead silent. Even Ned stopped chewing.

Peter blinked. “Wait. What?”

“Yeah,” Tony continued, voice tightening. “According to FRIDAY, some idiot bypassed safety clearance, spilled ethanol, and somehow—somehow—ignited an entire lab. The system’s locked down, the fire’s contained, but I’m staring at the footage and—guess what?—the person used your access card.”

MJ blinked. “...Wait, seriously?”

Peter looked at her. “MJ, did you—?”

She raised a brow. “No, Parker. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t moonlight as a pyromaniac.”

“Just checking,” he muttered.

On the other end of the line, Tony was sighing heavily. “Look, I’m not accusing you this time, but FRIDAY’s telling me this guy looked… drunk.”

Ned choked on his coffee. “Wait, someone drunk broke into Stark Industries?”

Tony grumbled, “Yeah. Random civilian. Took Parker’s card—still trying to figure out how—and decided the chemical lab was a great place to play with fire. FRIDAY says he mumbled something about ‘proving a point to his chemistry teacher’ before he dropped his lighter into an open ethanol tray.”

Peter winced. “Oof. That’s… bad.”

“That’s millions in property damage bad,” Tony said flatly. “The kind of bad where even Pepper doesn’t have a form for the insurance report.”

“Okay, but—hear me out—” Peter started, “for once, it wasn’t me.”

There was a pause.

Then Tony sighed. “…Yeah. And that’s the weirdest part.”

MJ snorted into her drink. Ned grinned like Christmas had come early.

Peter leaned back, arms crossed smugly. “I’d like that in writing, please. Maybe a plaque that says, ‘Peter Parker: Innocent of Arson.’”

“Don’t push it, kid,” Tony warned. “We still have to deal with the guy who did it.”

As if on cue, FRIDAY’s voice came through faintly from Tony’s side of the line. “Sir, the suspect has been apprehended by security. He is currently… unconscious.”

Peter blinked. “Unconscious?”

Tony sighed. “Apparently, he passed out the second the police showed up. Pepper says he faceplanted mid-interrogation. EMTs are calling it ‘stress-induced regret.’”

MJ laughed so hard she nearly spilled her coffee. “He committed multimillion-dollar arson and then passed out?”

“Yup,” Tony confirmed dryly. “And you know what the kicker is? He thought the lab was a brewery. He tried to make beer.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Ned wheezed, “Oh my god—he brew’d his way into federal charges.”

Peter groaned. “That pun should be illegal.”

Tony muttered something about needing a vacation. “Anyway, kid, just… stay out of it, alright? For once, this isn’t your circus. FRIDAY’s already cleared your name.”

Peter smiled faintly. “Wow. So this is what innocence feels like.”

Tony huffed. “Don’t get used to it.”

The call ended, and for a long moment, the trio just sat there, digesting everything.

Then MJ leaned over the table, smirking. “So, let me get this straight: someone broke into Stark Industries, caused millions in damage, and it wasn’t you?”

Peter nodded proudly. “Yup.”

Ned grinned. “Historic moment. Should we celebrate?”

MJ raised her cup. “To Peter Parker. Not guilty of arson.”

Peter clinked his cup with theirs, smiling. “I’ll drink to that.”

Outside, sirens wailed faintly in the distance — probably heading toward Stark Tower.

Peter sighed. “You know, maybe next time, someone else’s disaster can stay their problem.”

MJ smirked. “That’s optimistic of you.”

Ned grinned. “So… bets on how long till something else happens?”

Peter groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Please, just let me finish my coffee first.”

 

Notes:

The score chart from this day onwards
Peter Parker: 1 | Random Drunk Guy: -12 million
(Give me a name for the dude)
If you have any suggestions for any other fics than leave a comment and I will see what I can do
Tally for the random dude:
Flash Thomson 1
Steve Wescott 2

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed this :)

 

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