Peter's Field Trip To Stark Industries [VERY SLOW UPDATES]

Chapter 3

A/N: I genuinely thought that no one was reading this story, so I kinda just gave up on it. But then someone added it to a reading list called: 'Hoping for an update soon'. And that really made me happy because someone read this and enjoyed it enough to wish for more! So seeing that managed to motivate me to continue writing this for you guys! Thank you, I am extremally grateful for all of you who are reading this and interacting with it!

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"Peter? What are you doing here?" Harley asks me.

"Field trip. . ." I mumble to myself.

"What was that?" Harley already begins to tease me, because I already know he heard me the first time.

"A Field Trip!" I say a little to loud now.

"Here? That sounds so boring."

"Yip. And why are you here?" I now ask him the question.

"Mom insisted I do something productive, and Dad forced me to do the stupid tour guide thing."

It's only now that I notice the many stunned classmates around us. They all seem shocked that I know people in the tower. They really must have believed Flash that I didn't have an internship and that I am just doing it for the attention. But Flash and Mrs. Smith just seemed to get angry instead of just surprised, their faces turning dark shades of red.

"Who are you?!" Flash impolitely asks Harley. Oh, God he is going to regret asking that later.

"Harley Stark, your tour guide. So watch your mouth kid," He answers, with a cocky, yet angry tone.

"Stark? As in Tony Stark?" A curious Betty asks.

"No, as in Tony Stank," Harley jokes, with a dramatic roll of his eyes and his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Both Harley and I laugh at the mentioned nickname, but everyone else just stares at us confused.

"You call him Tony Stank?" Zach asks, bewildered.

"Yeah," Harley answers, still laughing. "But he knows we call him that."

"Why is your name Stark?" Flash asks so naively. I had to physically resist the urge to face palm.

"Because Tony is my dad," He explains.

"Adopted," I add.

"Whatever, I am just as much a part of this family as Morgan is."

"Who's Morgan?" A random kid, who's name I don't remember, questions curiously.

I glare at Harley for making the slip up. The public is not supposed to onoe about Tony Stark having a young daughter, for the sake of her safety.

"No one. Not important," Harley replies smoothly.

"So why didn't we know that Tony Stark has a son?" Another random kid asks.

"To keep it under the radar I guess, so we don't attract the press. Or even worse a villain of some sort. But I don't really care, whether I'm in the public eye or not, it won't change or affect me much since I don't care. But some people do and they don't like or want that lifestyle, which is perfectly fine too." Harley says the last part whilst looking at me.

"Suttle," I whisper to Harley so no one else can hear.

"You're welcome," He whispers back and annoyingly winks, knowing that would irritate me.

"So how do you two know each other?" Mrs. Smith asks, gesturing between Harley and I with her sharp pointer finger.

"Through his Stark Internship, Duh." Harley looks at Mrs. Smith as if she were the dumbest person on earth not to have already known that. Which to be fair, sometimes she can be.