Peter's pillow was crying.
It seriously deserved a raise after what Peter had put it through.
After being screamed into for basically half an hour straight, it was now flung to the floor, pathetically lying there, limp, as its owner stalked across the cold, marble floor to retrieve the backpack laying there.
Peter ran his fingers through his hair, sighing as he hoisted his backpack up to waist-level and rummaged through it for his homework- he figured that he might as well do his work to get his mind off of things.
Because right now his brain felt like it was scrambled by Gordon Ramsey himself.
However, his quest for a peace of mind was thrown out the window when he fished out something which just gave him a reality check about something he had completely forgotten about.
The field trip permission form.
Peter could literally feel the blood drain from his previously flushed face.
Who knew a crumpled up, slightly torn slip of paper could strike so much fear into a superhero?
"Fuck." Peter whispered, his eyes widening slowly in realization to what that field trip actually coerced.
His entire class was coming.
To his house.
Where he lived.
Where his family lived.
"FUCK." Peter exclaimed this time, the severity of the situation finally sinking in.
Shit.
No.
Just- no.
There were so many reasons why a field trip to Peter's own fricking house was just- not Peter's favorite thing in the whole world- to put it lightly.
Okay- first and foremost- his family were the Avengers?
What the fuck would his class say?
What the fuck was he going to say?
Only Ned and MJ knew this, and he wasn't quite ready to diverge this piece of information just yet.
Secondly.. he was Spider-Man?
Uhm. Surprise surprise?
Again, only Ned and MJ knew about this (apart from his family, of course), and he was, once again, not ready to diverge this piece of information.
Thirdly, the existence of a mother-fucking Bucky Barnes?
What the fuck?
How the fuck was Peter going to survive?
"UGH. OH MY GOD I WILL EAT MYSELF AND JUST SOAR AWAY." Peter moaned in frustration, dangerously close to pulling out all of his hair and giving his pillow a round two.
"That'd be an interesting sight."
Peter yelped and jumped at the sound of the deep and husky voice as he swiveled his head towards the direction it came from.
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