School trip *finished*

Four

As soon as Clint was gone, the class swarmed around Peter, making him wince. The noise was hurting his ears.

They all bombarded him with question, and a ringing started in his ears.

"Karen." He whispered softly. "Yes?" She asked warmly. "Turn my hearing aids all the way up." He said.

Immediately, all sounds where blocked out, and the ringing stopped. He looked up with a tiny smile and looked around until he found Ned and MJ off to the side.

He slipped over to them and smiled.

Ned said something, but Peter pointed to his ears. MJ scribbled something on a pice of notebook paper that she had been drawing in and turned it around.

"Turned them all the way up?" It asked. Peter nodded. "Tell me when it's safe?" He asked.

Unknown to him, it was a little too loud. But MJ and Ned just nodded.

The class still bombarded him with questions, demanding to know how he knew an avenger.

When they finally realized he wasn't going to answer them, Emma led the tour on.

Flash pulled Peter back and whispered something furiously. Peter pointed to his ears again. "Sorry, I can't hear you." He said loudly.

The class turned to look at them, and Flash stomped off.

Ned laughed and gave Peter two thumbs up.

"Karen." Peter said again, too loudly.

MJ and Ned started talking loudly about random updates they could do for Karen to cover it up.

"Yes, Peter?" Karen vibrated. Peter had learned Morse code for situations like this, when his hearing was out, so he could still talk to Karen, and all th Avengers, who had learned Morse code with him, even Loki, from Vision.

"Turn my hearing back on." He said, too loudly again.

Sound resumed. He shook his head to get rid of the weird sensation. "All good again." He said to his friends.

"There's been a change of plans, Emma. You will be useing a meeting room for personal Q&A with the Avengers." F.R.I.D.A.Y announced.

The students cheered, and Peter's face filled with dread.

Who's whole family? In one room? With him?

"When?" Emma asked. "After dinner." F.R.I.D.A.Y responded, and th students groaned, while Peter sighed with relief, if he was lucky, Thor would send a bolt of lightning his way before dinner.

Emma took them up to the lunch room, where the smell of pizza wafted through the entire floor.

Peter smiled. Emma nudged him. "Tuesday pizza days are the best, aren't they?" She laughed. Peter nodded, but said, "Definitely, but I think Friday special is the best." Ned joined in. "I have to agree with Peter, the mashed potatoes are seasoned with magic." He sighed dreamily.

MJ joined in too, to the classes surprise, though not to the trio. She was always more outspoken here.

"Well I think Monday's soup is the bomb." She announced as they walked in. Emma nodded. "I have to admit, they always are pretty awsome."

As they walked in, the class was looking at one another in bewilderment and amazement.

They got their pizza, and Emma, MJ, Ned, and Peter sat at a table in the corner, while the class sat at all the other tables.

The pizza really was the best.

All of them, even the class, ate more than two helpings.

While Peter was finishing his eleventh pice of pizza, someone in the kitchen began slamming two pots together.