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Peter Parker was having a bad day even before he got to the AcaDec meeting. The night before, while on patrol he had gotten a stab wound. He had bandaged it as fast as he could that night but it still hurt like a bitch this morning. May was gone for an emergency trip, and he had forgotten to set an alarm. So he woke up late. He got to school thirty minutes late and quickly joined Ned in science. Mr. Harrington gave him a quick glance before he resumed teaching.
"Dude," Ned said, leaning in to whisper to Peter. "You're thirty minutes late. This is like a record"
Peter nodded, scribbling down some random notes in a notebook. "May's gone. I forgot to set an alarm. "
He tried to dismiss Ned. He already wasn't in a great mood with the stab wound and him being late.
"So nothing spiderman-y?" Ned asked, leaning in again.
"No, Ned. I just woke up late." He said with a bit more of an edge than he intended to.
Ned went back to listening to Mr. Harrington. Peter felt a little bad, but he would explain about his stab wound later. Preferably to MJ too so he didn't have to do it twice. The rest of his classes before lunch went by shockingly fast. And with almost no bothering from Flash. That should've been a sign. MJ was already sitting at a table when Peter got into the cafeteria. Ned waved him over from the line.
"Hey, sorry I snapped at you earlier. I was just a bit annoyed with already being late and all." Peter explained as he jogged up to Ned.
Ned nodded, "It's fine man. I get it. "
As the two of them got their lunch they joined MJ at the table.
"Sup, loosers" She said as they sat down. "I heard that Mr. Harrington has a field trip planned for the AcaDec team." She said, giving them the usual gossip she had heard.
Ned started talking about Star Wars and Peter zoned out for a bit, his attention being dragged to the pain in his leg. He zoned back in after a bit, suddenly remembering something he had wanted to tell them about.
"Oh! I forgot, I had something I wanted to tell you guys." he started to say. "May is out of town for some medical emergency, so I'm staying with Mr. Stark and the avengers for the rest of the month." He told them excitedly.
Ned immediately looked very excited for him. "The Avengers? That's so cool dude!"
MJ nodded, looking happy for him too. "Yeah that's great. Tell Natasha I said hello."
Peter took note of that. MJ and Ned had been to the tower a couple times with him before, so most of the Avengers had met them.
He was happy that his friends were happy for him, and happy that he would get to spend the rest of this month with the other part of his family. But, that's when he heard Flash mimicking him from a couple tables over.
"I'm staying with the Avengers this month" He mocked in a weird voice, then he snorted. "Yeah right, I doubt he's ever even met one of them. I mean we all know his "Stark Industries Internship" is fake. I mean, there's no way SI hired a high school intern. Especially not Penis Parker."
MJ rolled her eyes and lightly hit Peter's shoulder, gaining his attention again. "Ignore him. He's just jealous because he could never get a Stark Industries internship." She reassures him.
Soon, it was time for their next class. The rest of Peter's day went by fast, with a mix of boring classes and talking to MJ and Ned. And ignoring Flash's annoying comments. Eventually it was Peter's favorite part of the school day, Academic Decathlon practice. Peter, MJ, and Med all walked to the classroom together, they were some of the last people there. Besides Mr. Harrington, who was always there last. Finally, Mr. Harrington arrived.
"So, I'm sure most of you have heard, but we are going on an overnight trip next Friday and Saturday. We are going too, drumroll please." He said, tapping his fingers on his desk,"Stark Industries!" Everyone started cheering, Peter groaned internally. "I'll pass out permission slips around the end."
He said, setting a pile of papers down on his desk. As he sat down he looked like he remembered something, "Oh and you will also need to sign NDAs"
MJ tilted her head to the ceiling like she was thinking, "So, Peter. Are you gonna go?"
Peter shrugged, "I don't want to. But Mr. Stark might find it funny and make me go." He said sadly.
"So, Penis Parker" Flash said from a desk behind them. "Are you ready for everyone to find out your internship is fake?"
Peter ignored him, despite wanting to punch him.
Mr. Harrington called the class to attention and everyone started practicing for the next decathlon. Peter was more focused on going home to the tower after this. Soon Decathlon practice came to an end and Peter grabbed his bag quickly wanting to leave quickly.
"Parker," Mr. Harrington said as he tried to leave, "Can you stay behind for a minute? I need to talk to you." Great. Now Happy would be annoyed that Peter was late.
"Yeah, sure," he said, standing beside the teacher as everyone else left.
"Peter, you're a good student. But you need to stop lying about your internship"
"But sir," Peter interrupted, "I'm not lying."
"Peter, SI doesn't hire teenage interns. You're representing Midtown now and you can't keep lying."
Peter sighed and gave up, "yes sir."
Ned and MJ were waiting outside of the classroom for him.
"What did he want?" Ned asked.
"He doesn't believe that my SI internship is real and asked me to stop lying about it." Peter summarized for them. By the time the three of them got outside Peter saw Happy's car waiting outside, he quickly jogged to join him.
"You're late," Happy pointed out as he got in the car.
"Sorry, my teacher wanted to talk to me."
Happy nodded from the driver's seat, slowly pulling out from school and onto the road.
"Good day?" He asked, looking back at Peter after they'd been driving for a bit.
"Yeah. It was fine." His leg still hurt from the wound but it had mostly healed. And then there was the whole thing with the field trip. "Yeah, it was fine." The rest of the drive to the tower was in silence, but it was peaceful. And it gave Peter time to think about the field trip. With May gone he couldn't have her sign them, and there was no way Mr. Harrington would believe that Pepper or Tony had signed his slip. So he couldn't go. So theoretically he didn't even need to ask Mr. Stark if he already knew it wouldn't work. Right?
By the time they got back to the tower Peter had decided that he wasn't going to tell anyone about the field trip and he would just spend the day in the lab instead. A perfect plan. But it didn’t account for the absolute chaoticness of the other tower residents. Happy dropped Peter off in the back entrance ( the one he always used) and Peter slowly took the elevator up to the avenger's levels. The levels consisted of the penthouse (where Tony, Pepper, and Peter sometimes stayed), the Avenger's levels (Where all the avengers stayed plus common areas), and the Training level (self explanatory). Peter had a room on both the Avenger's level and in the penthouse. He stayed in the penthouse more often but still stayed in his Avenger room sometimes. And as Peter entered the common area he saw most of his family.
"Hi Peter" Wanda said to him, waving at him from where she was sitting on the counter.
Steve was in the kitchen, trying to cook while also trying to get Wanda off the counter, Sam out of the kitchen, and Bucky to help him. He was failing at all three. Natasha was talking with Clint over in the living room. Though the whole dining, Kitchen, and Living rooms were all open air so they weren't very much "rooms." Clint was sitting in a chair while Natasha was leaning against it from behind. Natasha's eyes lifted up from Clint and she spotted Peter. "А, здравствуй, мой паучок, как дела в школе?"*
"Всё было хорошо, мама-паучиха." Peter said,
Natasha smiled, switching back to english "Good,"
Peter heard Clint complain under his breath about them talking in Russian.
Tony walked in from the elevator with Pepper, coming up behind Peter. "School good, underoos?" He asked
"Yeah it was good. " Peter said, leaving out anything about the field trip. He wasn't going to tell anyone. Nope. No one.
"Well, if you're free, I was hoping to get some work done in the lab. But otherwise Nat probably wants to spar." Mr. Stark said, walking past Peter towards the lab. Peter immediately followed him.
"Ill help in the lab! Though I might spar with Natasha later?" He said, shrugging off his backpack and setting in on the counter as they walked to the lab.
The pair walked to their lab, or as called by others 'the Hazard zone". Peter had his own lab but he mostly worked in Tony's lab too. Along with those two labs, Harley Keener (Another one of Tony's adoptedish sons/Peters boyfriend/Pepper Potts intern) had a lab and so did Bruce Banner. The pair slowly fell into a rhythm of chaos and creation in the lab. Tony was working on some sort of new weapon arrows for Clint, and Peter was upgrading Bucky's arm. They often worked on stuff for the other avengers in the lab. Repairs, upgrades, suits, and new weapons. All that jazz. Tony had FRIDAY play music (AC/DC of course) as the two worked. After probably around one or two hours in the lab Pepper came in telling them dinner was ready. And that Steve had made Lasagna so they should come quickly before Sam or Bucky ate it all.
As Peter entered the area he saw a bunch of lasagna and the counter for everybody, and everyone else scattered across the kitchen, dining, and living room.
"Man Of Spiders!" Thor called as he saw Peter from across the room,
"Thor!" Peter called back with just as much enthusiasm, making him smile.
Peter slowly filled his plate up with Lasagna and sat down on a stool at the counter by Wanda and Vision.
"паучок"* Natasha said as she came up behind Peter.
Peter jumped in his chair, "Мама-паучиха! Ты меня напугала!"*
Natasha laughed from behind him, "Прости, паучок. Я хотел узнать, не хочешь ли ты поспарринговать со мной после ужина?"* She asked, grabbing more lasagna from the counter.
"Конечно, мама-паучиха!"* Peter agreed. Natasha grinned at him and went back to where she was sitting by Clint, Yelena and Kate.
The tower housed a lot of people. Like a LOT. A lot a lot a lot. All of which were superheroes. To some measure. And those people consisted of:
1 Peter Parker - Spider-man (Obviously)
2 Tony Stark - Ironman (Owns the whole tower)
3 Pepper Potts (Duh)
4 James "Rhodey" Rhodes - War machine
5 Steve Rogers - Captain America
6 James "Bucky" Barnes - The winter soldier/White wolf
7 Samuel Wilson - The Falcon
8 Wanda Maximoff - The scarlett Witch
9 Natasha Romanov - Black Widow
10 Clint Barton - Hawkeye
11 Kate Bishop - Hawkeye (pt.2.0)
12 Yelena Belova - White widow/Black Widow (pt2.0)
13 Thor Odinson - god of thunder
14 Loki Laufeyson - God of mischief
15 Bruce Banner - The hulk
And 16ish. Harley Keener - Ironlad.
Peter's boyfriend, and a temporary member of the tower. (Until he graduates. Then he's moving into the penthouse full time.)
So, on days that somebody was cooking, they were making food for 15-16 people, and Peter usually had 2-3 servings. They (on Tony's money of course) ordered takeout/delivery a lot. 3-5 days of the week. It was very nice when you lived with a billionaire. After Peter finished his first and second helping of lasagna, he ran down to the elevator to get to the training room to spar with his мама-паучиха.* It was a good way to entertain himself, and most importantly, to avoid doing dishes.
"Training floor, please, FRIDAY" Peter said to the AI.
"Okay, Peter," she responded. The training floor was only a floor lower than the floor he was previously on, so it was a short ride down.
"Spiderling!" Natasha called from across the room when the elevator opened. "Are you ready to spar?"
"Yeah, I just need to change into better clothes!" He yelled across the room before running into the locker room and looking for his training clothes he always left there.
Once he was changed he came back out to face Nat who was already readying herself in the ring.
"Готов получить побои, паучок?"* She asked once Peter was in the other corner of the ring.
"На этот раз я выиграю, тётя Нат!"* Peter called back, flexing his fingers.
Natasha laughed briefly, "Пфф, только в мечтах."*
They sparred for around an hour, going again after Natasha won the first, and second time, but Peter was able to win the third time.
"That was good, паучок." Natasha said, offering her hang to pull him up. "You still need to work on not blocking with your head, but you're getting better."
"Thanks мама-паучиха!"* He said cheerfuly, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Im gonna go up to the lab."
Natasha nodded, walking with him to the elevator
"Common floors, FRI" Peter said to the AI.
"Of course Peter. Same for you Ms. Romanoff?"
"Yes, FRIDAY"
As the elevator brought them up a floor Peter saw Steve, Thor, and Clint in the living room playing some game Mr. Stark had. He waved to them as he walked into the lab. He had left his suit in the lab the previous night, Tony was also in the lab when Peter came in.
"Hi Mr. Stark" He said, jogging in to grab the suit.
"Goin on patrol?" He asked, turning to face Peter.
"Yeah."
"Stay out of trouble. “
"That's kind of the job, Mr. Stark. Finding trouble"
"Fine, kid. Just stay safe."
"I will."
"good."
And with his conversation with Tony over he grabbed his suit and changed quickly. Going up to the penthouse, he jumped off the balcony and swung into the New York skyline. When Peter got back from a very uneventful patrol he saw Mr. Stark standing in the kitchen. He had a shit eating grin on and was holding some papers. No, not just "some" papers, they were his field trip slips! Shit.
"Mr. Stark! How did you find those!?" He asked, already dreading everything.
"I was just bringing your bag up to your room and they fell out" He explained, still grinning.
"Come on Mr. Stark, you can't make me go! And no one will believe you signed them either. "
"They will believe that I signed them. Trust me." he said, hanging the papers back to Peter. "And if you never turn them in, I'll know!" He called as Peter brought the papers and his bag into his room.
As Peter looked at the slips more he realized that not only had Tony signed them, he had forged May's signature. God, Peter had no way to get out of this now. The next few days were going to suck.