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“Mr Parker,” Principal Morita acknowledged. “Mr Keener.”
Peter avoided looking directly at his principal, instead opting to stare at his feet as he sat in Morita’s office for the third time this week.
“You know why you’re here, of course,” Morita continued, and Peter took the chance to glance up a bit, though still avoided Morita's eyes. Even in his peripheral, he could tell the man’s gaze was bordering on murderous, but still had an almost-empathetic twinge to it. What for? Peter had no idea.
“Sir,” Harley interrupted, and Morita leveled him with a glare but it didn’t stop the boy from speaking. “It wasn’t Peter’s fault.”
“Wha–” Peter started, unwilling for his boyfriend to take all the blame, but Morita interrupted him before he could stutter out an excuse.
“Mr Keener, while I’m sure Mr Parker here appreciates your loyalty, both of you were equally involved in the incident and will therefore be given equal punishments,” Morita stated cleanly, and Harley stuttered a protest but Peter just looked down again, flushing a bit.
“Um,” Peter said. “Sir. What exactly is our punishment?”
Morita stared at Peter a bit, which what? It was a valid question!
“Well I am going to be calling both of your guardians, and you will both be receiving a two day suspension.”
Peter gaped. That was not fair. Harley clearly thought so too, as he stuttered an indignant “What?”
“This is the third incident this week that has brought you two to me. Detention clearly hasn’t helped you, so suspension it is. Now do you have a preference on which guardian I call?”
Peter was still angry as hell. He thought about guardians. Harley lived with Tony, so that was his only choice. Peter had May, but she was at work, and Tony was on his contact list, too.
“Um,” Peter said before Harley said anything. “Just call Mr Stark for both of us please.”
Morita looked at them but nodded. He definitely knew by now Tony Stark was listed as both of their contacts, but it was still clearly a bit outlandish for the man to call one of the most famous living people in the US.
Peter looked over at Harley as the principal dialled the number. He was holding back laughter for god’s sake. This was not a funny situation! Peter had gotten plenty of detentions, sure. But never a suspension. Tony was going to be so mad.
Morita finished up on the phone and turned towards the two. “He’s coming. Sit there while I do work. Do not move. Do not talk. Got it?”
Peter nodded, blushed a bit, and retreated back into his seat in a hunched position while he waited for his mentor/pseudo father figure to arrive. It wasn’t long before he was storming through the door, fuming. Peter couldn’t imagine how he’d gotten there without speeding, though he wasn’t surprised that the man had done that.
“Hey Mr Stark,” Peter said meekly. His mentor just glared at him.
“Can I take them?” Tony asked Morita. The principal nodded, and Tony gestured for Harley and Peter to get up. Peter felt like he was being led to the gallows. Harley was seemingly finding great amusement out of the situation.
They got to the car and Peter and Harley got in the backseat, Tony in the driver. “Mr Stark, I’m so–”
“Zip it,” Tony quipped, and started driving. “I can’t believe you two. You silly stringed the bathroom?”
Harley was full on laughing now, face red. Peter glared. “What, it’s funny!” his boyfriend giggled.
“Maybe,” Tony started from the front seat. “Maybe, it would’ve been funny if you’d only pulled shit like this once. But three times. In a week. You two got a suspension. This is not funny.”
Harley gasped, as if offended. “You think we silly stringed the bathroom three times? We’re more creative than that!”
Tony groaned. “What did you do?”
“Well,” Harley started and Peter hid his face in his baggy Midtown hoodie in embarrassment. “The first time we took a chicken to school–”
“You what?”
Peter spoke this time. “I found it just wandering around Mr Stark. I didn’t know what to do.”
Tony lifted a hand from the wheel and rubbed the bridge of his sunglass-clad nose in exasperation. “You call animal control. You don’t take it to school!”
“Harley wanted to be chaotic!” Peter complained, and Tony groaned again.
“There is a reason I never introduced you two. I knew you’d be chaos monsters. Harley, enrolling you in midtown was a mistake.”
Harley immediately made a noise of protest, and Peter did too.
“He’s not that bad of an influence!” Peter tried to persuade Tony. It didn’t work, and Tony cut straight to the point.
“So chickens and silly string. What was the other ‘incident’?”
That one, that one Peter was willing to explain. “We graffitied the bathroom with Pride stuff.”
Tony didn’t actually groan this time. “Did they get you in trouble because it was pride?” he asked, a dangerous tone underlying his voice.
“No,” Peter mused. “Just ‘cause it’s destruction of school property or whatever.”
Tony nodded. “Okay. Fine. Now you two keep quiet.”
Peter immediately shut his mouth and cuddled up to Harley, giving him a kiss. Harley kissed back, and they were heading into make out session before Tony shouted from the from seat:
“No kissing in my fucking car!”