🕷Spider-Man And The Avengers Oneshots🕸 {ON HOLD}

Field Trip PT:3

The class followed her over to the elevator, and Abe scanned his badge.

"Abraham Attah. Clearance level: Yellow." FRIDAY's voice rang out, and the team job umped.

"Don't worry, that's just Mr. Stark's AI, FRIDAY," Sarah explained, laughing slightly at their reactions.

Peter now had something new to worry about as the class continued to scan their badges and pile into the elevator. FRIDAY would announce his clearance level for everyone to hear, and he knew there was no way to get out of it. She did it every time he entered the tower. He was officially screwed.

When it came to his turn, Peter grit his teeth, braced himself, and scanned his badge.

"Peter Stark. Clearance level: Gold. Welcome home, Peter. Would you like me to inform Boss that you're here?" FRIDAY asked.

Peter turned bright red. "Um, no, thank you, FRIDAY. It's fine." he mumbled.

The team was staring at him as he entered the elevator. Thankfully, Sarah entered behind him and cut off any questions they may have been about to ask.

Peter was mostly zoned out during the tour, as he already knew everything about all the labs. It seemed like the trip was going to go off fine, except the hitch with FRIDAY at the beginning, until Sarah made an announcement.

"I have received permission from Mr. Stark to take you students up to one of the Avengers training rooms, where we will be able to watch some of the Avengers train. We won't be going into the actual room, as that would be dangerous, but we will be able to see and hear them."

Peter paled. Of course, they would be seeing the Avengers train. He only hoped they wouldn't see him, as he tried to hide at the back of the group.

Once they arrived at the training room, the decathalon team pressed close to the windows to watch the training session. Just Peter's luck, it was Clint and Natasha sparring. And of course, just as Clint was being beaten, he looked up and caught sight of Peter, who was watching through the window in the door. He did not see the rest of the students peering through windows off to the side.

"Peter!" he exclaimed. "Get in here and help me!"

The team's heads whipped around to stare at Peter as he groaned.

"I'm kind of... busy, right now..." he called to Clint.

"Doing what?" Clint exclaimed, trying to keep Natasha from pinning him. "I swear, Peter, if you do not get your ass in here and help me, I will tell Tony you switched his shampoo for hair dye!"

Peter sighed, swiped his badge, and entered the training room, completely ignoring the decathalon team, who were gaping at him. Natasha, who had Clint in a headlock, tried to turn to keep Peter in her line of sight, but Clint dug his heels into the floor and wouldn't let her move. Natasha rolled her eyes as she felt Peter grab her shoulder from behind, knowing what was coming. Peter wrenched her arm away from Clint's neck and threw her backwards over his shoulder in one fluid movement. Natasha performed a shoulder roll and got immediately to her feet as Clint reoriented himself. It did not take long for Clint and Peter to have Natasha pinned to the ground.

The decathalon team was silent, until Flash's voice rang out. He seemed unaware that those inside the training room could hear what was going on outside, as well.

"What the hell?" he exclaimed. "How did Stupid Parker just beat the Black Widow?"

Natasha and Clint both stiffened as they got to their feet, looking around. Clint noticed the decathalon team for the first time; Peter knew Natasha had known they were there the whole time.

"What did he just call you?" Natasha asked, her voice deadly quiet.

"Nothing, nothing, it doesn't matter," Peter said hurriedly. "You guys just go back to sparring, I've got to get back to my class..."

"That's your class?" Clint looked stricken. "Oh, man, Peter..."

"What did he just call you?" Natasha repeated.

"I told you, it doesn't matter-" Peter knew it was hopeless, as Natasha stalked to the door and thew it open.

"Who said that?" Peter heard her demand.

There was silence from the team. Peter hurried into the hall.

"Natasha, just go, go back to training," he pleaded. "It's not-it doesn't matter, it's not a big deal."

Natasha glared at the team once more, before turning around and stalking back into the training room. As the door banged closed behind her, Flash spoke again.

"What the hell, Parker?" he snapped, quieter this time. "How'd you get her to pretend she knows you?"

Peter ignored him. "I need to use the restroom," he informed Mr. Harrington. "I'll be right back."

"Of course," Mr. Harrington nodded. "Do you... know where it is?"

"Yes," Peter nodded. "I'll be back in just a few minutes."

Peter started hurrying down the hall, but was stopped when Flash spoke.

"I need the restroom too, Mr. Harrington," he said. "Since Peter knows where it is, could he show me?"

"Oh, um, yes," Mr. Harrington looked at Peter. "Would you show Flash were the restroom is, Peter?"

Peter ground his teeth, glaring at Flash, but nodded. Without waiting, he turned on his heel and stalked towards the restroom.