Wrong Number, Kid.

Chapter 18

Today is a late day at my school, so I was able to sleep an extra half hour 🤤🤤

"Bye, Ned!" Peter called, "Bye, MJ!"

He saw Happy's car pulling up to the curb right when he had opened the front doors of the school.

He got in the backseat quickly, shutting the door so no one would see Happy.

"Hi, Mr. Happy!" He called to the driver, who nodded in reply.

Happy put the child locks on before he started driving away.

"Do you know why I'm going to Stark Tower?" Peter asked Happy.

"No idea, kid," Happy replied.

"Okay!" Peter exclaimed.

Once they had gotten to Stark Tower, Happy undid the child lock.

Peter opened the door, grabbing his bag.

"Bye, Mr. Happy! Thanks for driving me!"

The man only nodded again.

When Peter got in, he didn't see Mr. Stark anywhere.

He started to walk over to some of the chairs, before he heard his name being called.

He looked around in confusion, before he noticed the woman at the front desk was waving him over.

He jogged over to her, smiling, "Hi, Miss Janette!"

The woman smiled at him, "You know my name?"

Peter nodded, "I heard you correct Mr. Stark on Friday."

Janette blushed slightly, "Well, Mr. Stark wanted me to tell you, once you got here, to go on up to his lab. He said that you have clearance to use his elevator."

Peter gaped at the woman, before grinning excitedly.

"Oh, okay! Thank you, Miss. Janette!"

He had clearance to go up to Mr. Stark's lab?

Wait till Ned hears about this.

He started walking towards the elevators, and took the same one that would get you directly to Tony's lab.

Once he was in the elevator, however, he was nervous.

What If no one was in the lab? What if someone Peter didn't know was in the lab.

Oh God...what if one of the avengers was in the lab?

Peter started walking in squares around the elevator, waiting anxiously to get there.

But to his relief, when the elevator doors opened, the only people in the lab were Tony and Bruce.

"Hi, Mr. Stark! Hi, Dr. Banner!" Peter said happily as he made his way over to the two men.

They were both leaning down over a table, obviously working on something.

They both turned, however, when Peter greeted them.

"Oh," Bruce smiled, "hi, Peter!"

Tony smiled, "Hey, kid. How was school?"

Peter sighed, slouching his shoulders as he set his bag down on an unused table.

"Uh oh," Tony frowned, "What's that about?"

"I had a test last week and we finally got our scores today."

Tony chuckled, "What did you get?"

Peter pouted, "A 95 percent."

"That's great!" Bruce said.

"Yeah, but usually I get a 98 or higher on all of my tests."

Peter stood in front of the table the men were working at, before he set his forehead on the cold surface, sighing exaggeratedly.

He felt Tony place his arm on his back, rubbing it for a second.

"Well," he started, "a 95 is still an amazing grade. Don't be so hard on yourself, Peter! I bet you still got the highest marks out of everyone. What was the class average?"

"I think my teacher said it was a 45 or something."

"What!" Bruce exclaimed, setting the blow torch he had been holding onto the table, "the class average was a 45? Jesus, I feel bad for your teacher."

"I know, right?" Peter agreed, straightening up and looking over what the two were working on, "He works his butt off but my classmates usually spend the class time goofing around."

"They'll regret that later in life," Tony said.

Peter nodded in agreement.

"Anyway," He said, "what are you guys working on?"

Before either men could answer, though, there was banging coming from the air vent above them.

Peter looked up at it with confusion, and screamed when a man fell out of the vent right on top of him, causing him to fall to the ground with a grunt.

"Clint!" Tony yelled angrily, "you better get off of him right now, or your ass is done!"

Quickly, Clint was scrambling to his feet, a huge grin on his face.

"Hey, Tony. Bruce. Kid I've never seen before. How's it going?"

Bruce was glaring at Clint while Tony helped the slightly traumatised Peter Parker off of the floor.

"You alright, kid?" He asked, brushing off peter's clothes.

"Yeah," Peter nodded, "But I probably have a bruised tailbone now."

It was meant as a joke, but Tony still turned and glared at Clint.

"You hurt the kid, Clint."

It was a threatening statement.

Clint put his arms up in surrender, "Hey man, I don't even know who this is."

Tony grumbled under his breath, before he introduced them, "This is Peter Parker. Pete, this is Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye."

When he said 'Hawkeye,' Tony rolled his eyes.

Peter had, obviously, already known who the man who fell on him was, but he didn't want to embarrass himself. So, he played it cool, of course.

"I-It's nice to meet you, M-Mr. Barton."

"You too, Peter. Sorry for falling on you. All jokes aside, are you alright?"

Tony was taken aback by Clint's sincerety.

Peter blushed lightly, having never thought in a million years that the Clint Barton would be asking him if he was okay.

"Um, yeah, I'm okay," jesus, he sounded pathetic.

If he ever did become an avenger, he doubted the others would take him serious.

Everytime he meets one of them for the first time, he makes a fool of himself.

First with Tony, gaping up at him like a fish.

Then Bruce, with his fanboying and ranting.

And now, Clint, with his stuttering.

He heard Tony chuckle, before the man was leaning down to talk in his ear.

"Don't be so nervous, Peter. Clint is an idiot, you shouldn't be intimidated by him."

Peter smiled at that, and turned around to smack Tony on the arm for being rude.

Clint, having heard what Tony said, chucked, "I'm not an idiot, Tony. But you are!"

Then, he was climbing back into the air vent.

"Actually, bird brains, I'm a genius!" Tony yelled up at him,  "Literally!"