Parley Oneshots

Field trip :D

TW: Language

Cliché Peter Stark field trip; includes a little bit of Superfamily + Irondad

Also Flash's family sponsored the trip or whatever but it doesn't rly come into play

Peter's head rested on his desk while Mrs. Worsley droned on about Physics. Now, Peter loved science, especially Chemistry and Physics, but he was taught every single bit of this lesson when he was 12 by his Uncle Bruce and his dad, Tony. So he was pretty bored.

He must have dozed off for a minute because when he opened his eyes, people were actually listening to the teacher as she talking about an upcoming field trip.

"Now class, the school is going to surprise you as to the whereabouts of this trip, but all of your parents have been informed and have approved for you to come. We ask that you don't try to find out where this trip is, because that ruins the fun for everybody. This expedition is 100% paid-for so all you need to bring is yourselves."

Mrs. Worsley said all of this with absolutely no emotion, as if the whole speech was prepped for her and she had no real interest in the topic.

Flash leaned closer to Peter and whispered, "You're dead, Penis."

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what Flash knew.

"Mr. Parker, see me after class," the teacher peered over her glasses at him and his heart sank. This can't be good.

[Smol time skip - Bell just rang]

The class was slowly dispersing out of the door and Peter made his way over to Mrs. Worsley's desk.

"Mr. Parker," she started, "I have been hearing words from students and teachers alike, that you have been spreading lies and rumours about having an internship with Mr. Tony Stark."

Peter opened his mouth to speak but the the teacher held up a finger, motioning for him to stay silent.

"Now, I don't want to believe these rumours, you are my best student, and I would really hate for something like this to go on your permanent record; so I will give you one chance." Peter's hopes rose slightly - "Admit right here, only to me, that you have been lying about such things." Peter's hopes sank lower than before.

"I...." He trailed off, and she prompted him once more by saying, "I have, of course looked into it, but they - and I quote - 'do not accept any interns with any qualifications under college-level.'"

She looked at him with disappointment written all across her face when he kept his mouth shut.

"I expected better, Mr. Parker."

She proceeded to type on her laptop, not sparing him another glance, and Peter took this as his dismissal.

[Night before the trip - so skip about 3 days]

Peter had just gotten back from patrol - right when Pepper was yelling for him to come have dinner - and he quickly threw a hoodie and sweatpants over his suit because she was sounding a bit impatient.

Peter approached the dinner table and quickly froze in place, noticing a new addition to the 6 Avengers + Mom; he would recognise that golden hair anywhere.

"Harls?!"

Harley turned around and grinned at Peter, spreading his arms wide - Peter stepped forward and fell into his embrace and kissed him, short but sweet. They were broken apart by Clint making gagging noises a few seats down, "No PDA, please, we get enough of that from Capsicle and Nat over there," he gestured offhandedly to the two and they blushed, looking down at their plates.