Peter Parker Oneshots

~ f i e l d t r i p ~

Hello everyone! Welcome to my book. I'm republishing it because I wrote it when I was a very inexperienced teen. It's currently under editing.

*EDITED*

(A/N): Peter Is Tony's biological child and used 'Peter Parker' as a cover up name.

~Peter Pov~

It was a lovely— or so I thought, Friday morning. The sound of atrocious carnival music rang in my ears as I tried to turn it down. I very much dislike it. Thanks to my dad, my alarm plays bass boosted clown music to make sure I wake up. Not sure who really changed the tone, but I'm going to assume it's one of my man-child uncles.

I woke up with groggy eyelids and glanced to my left. I snatched the alarm clock from my bedside gable and threw it towards my window, completely forgetting it was bullet proof.

It bounced off the wall and produced a loud 'thump' as it landed on my porcelain tiled floor.

It was silent for a minute, I didn't pay much attention to it. Until dad came in looking quite alarmed while holding something that seems way too familiar— wait— is that my baseball bat??! "dad?.." I asked him while he walked towards me.

"I thought someone broke in.. FRIDAY alerted me that an object hit your window.", Dad says looking just as confused as I am, he glanced around my room until his eyes caught the view of my alarm clock on the floor.

I sheepishly smiled at him and informed him that it was just my alarm clock, and that I really needed to change the tone of it. Dad scolded me for throwing my alarm clock, but it didn't last long because he had just remembered that he left the stove on.

"Also, breakfast is ready.", He told me before walking out of my room.

I groaned and walked to my wardrobe to find a science pun t-shirt and quickly got ready.

I went out and saw Uncle Steve cooking some pancakes while the others were watching Uncle Clint and Uncle Sam battle in mario cart. "Good morning, Uncle Steve!" He gave me some pancakes and chocolate syrup. "Hey kid." He smiled.

"So how's school?", He asks, right.. school.

School was not nice at all— it was quite the opposite of nice. Yet many people tend to adore and love their school, I don't like mine, mainly because of the poorly established bullying scandals. So many students were blamed and targeted for bullying, but the principal won't do anything about it. The family of the bullies pay a pretty penny for the school to keep quiet about the scandals.

"Peter? You're zoning out kid."

"Yeah, sorry. School's fine."

At School

I was currently at school and the day was so close to ending. '4 more minutes c'mon' I thought in my head. Before the bell rung, Mr. Harrington spoke up, "Class I have an important announcement." Ned poked me "Dude, I think you should really pay attention to this.", He pointed to the front of the class, I looked up and saw Mr. Harrington picking up papers and putting it on his desk.

We thought it was homework so all of us groaned. "What's with all the groaning? This isn't homework, class, its actually permission slips for a field trip coming up next monday.", The class cheered and one of the students asked, "Where is it to?", Mr. Harrington looked up with a smile and said, "I'm afraid I can't tell you that, it's supposed to be a surprise.", The class groaned again.

Mr. Harrington disturbuted the permission slips and after that, the class was dismissed.

~Time Skip Outside~