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

Field Trip PT:4

"Seriously, Parker," Flash growled, once out of earshot of Mr Harrington. "What're you doing? Paying her? I doubt you could afford to pay the Black Widow to pretend she knows who you are. She probably doesn't even care about you.  And....."
Peter didn't answer.

Peter could hear the blood pounding in his ears as he bit his tongue, determined not to say a word to Flash.

"Excuse me?"
They were almost to the restroom when a voice spoke from behind them, and Peter felt his heart drop into his stomach. Of course, Tony had decided to come down this hallway at the same time as them.
Flash whirled around. "M-m-Mr. Stark!" he stuttered.
"Peter, who the hell is this?" Tony demanded.
"He's... he's nobody, just-just a friend of mine from school-" Peter stumbled over his words, and he knew Tony wasn't buying it for a second.
"A friend of yours?" Tony asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Really? Where's your teacher?"
"They're back at the training rooms, I was just coming to use the restroom-" Peter began, but Tony cut him off.
"So you decided to follow him, why? So you could bully him away from the teacher's eyes?" he demanded, glaring at Flash. "What's your name?"
"F-Flash Thompson, s-sir," Flash mumbled.
"You listen here, Flash Thompson," Tony snarled, leaning in close to Flash. "You leave my kid alone, you hear? If I hear you ever act, speak, or so much as look at him the wrong way again, I will make your life miserable, understand?"
Flash nodded, looking pale and vaguely sick.
"Come on, you two," Tony snapped, striding down the hall towards the training rooms. "I need to have a conversation with your teacher."
Peter knew he was bright red as Tony informed Mr Harrington that Flash was no longer welcome inside the tower, and would need to leave immediately. He could feel his classmate's eyes on him when Tony told Mr Harrington that Peter would be leaving the tour now, to go up to their lab and get some work done. And he knew everyone was staring at him as he and Tony departed from the group, heading towards the elevator, as Flash was escorted out of the tower.
"Why didn't you tell me you were being bullied?" Tony demanded, as soon as the elevator doors closed.
"It's not a big deal," Peter insisted. "Really. I can handle it, it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?" Tony stared down at him incredulously. "Peter, that kid was bullying you ... That is not okay!"
"And that's why I take it!" Peter exclaimed. "I can handle it. I know it's not true. I can just ignore him and go about my day, and then when I come back here, I can go to the training rooms and beat something up, or go build something in the labs with you to let out any anger or stress. He should pick on me rather than somebody else, somebody who can't handle it and who doesn't have a way to let it out!"

Tony shook his head. "Peter, you are far too good for this world. How long has he been bothering you?"
Peter looked at the floor and mumbled something unintelligible.
"Come again?" Tony asked.
"Since fifth grade," Peter mumbled.
"Since fifth- geez, Pete!" Tony ran a hand through his hair. "And what, what does he do? Is it just the name-calling and stuff, or..."
"I guess you could say he knocks me around a bit," Peter informed the floor. "But it's nothing I can't take."
"Knocks you around a bit?" Tony repeated. "What does that mean? Does he hit you, or something? Is that why you came home with a black eye the other day?"

Peter didn't respond, and Tony took that as confirmation.
"Peter!" he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair again. "Why- you're so much stronger than him, why would you just sit back and take it?"

"That's exactly why!" Peter finally looked up at Tony as the elevator doors opened, revealing the Avenger's living area. He stalked in, dropping his backpack on the floor and whirling around to face Tony. "Because I'm so much stronger than him, and I shouldn't be! I wasn't before that stupid spider bit me.

And if I fight back, I could... I dunno, I could seriously hurt him! So he knocks me around a bit. If he hits hard enough to leave a bruise, it'll be healed before I even get home, but if I hit him back, I could injure him! And... at school, I'm not Peter Stark, I'm not your kid, I'm not Spider-Man. At school, I'm a Stupid, dumb Parker, who can't do sports, who sucks at P.E, and who's... who's a complete loser, a nerd! And that's who I was before I got these abilities, and sure, maybe I've lived with you since I was nine, but they don't know that! They all think I live with a foster family somewhere! And just because... just because I happened to get bitten by that spider, just because I'm some... mutant, or whatever you call it, doesn't mean I should suddenly change who I am at school. We don't tell people I'm your kid, we don't tell people I'm Spider-Man, so how could I explain being gone sick for a week and suddenly coming back and being able to bench press 25 tons?"

Peter took a step back, his breathing rapid, as he looked around and realized Natasha and Clint had come up from the training rooms. Peter sighed, and spoke again, not giving Tony a chance to respond.

"I've got some homework to do," he said, turning around and heading down to his and Tony's lab. Tony did not follow him.
 
The next day, it was announced that Flash had been expelled.