Interruptions

A Permission-Slip Slip Up

Oc's Ref sheet is shown above, Dakota Barnes, Bucky's adoptive son.

Peter Parker didn't expect much from his school.

Except when they were given vast amounts of homework or bullying from Flash.

But he was surprised when the inter-comm came on to tell his class to come to the lunch room after school to pick something up.

Peter didn't care much to think about what it could be.

He lived with the Avengers, and that was because a couple of years ago, Aunt May died in a robbery...

Tony and Steve adopted him, but he preferred to keep his last name for....privacy reasons.

Anyway, Peter, along with his two best friends walked down to the lunch room, as instructed, chattering amongst themselves when they did.

His whole class of twenty-seven, including them, settled into the chairs littering the building, when the principal walked in, holding a bundle of two types of papers.

"Shush! Listen up! As a reward for winning the Green-schools Committee, this class has been selected to go on a school tour!" Mister Brown, the principal, announced, excitedly.

Amongst the crowd of rowdy teenagers, the question 'Where is the tour?' managed to somehow be heard over the happy banter of the class.

"Good question, Elenor. The trip is a week-long, overnight stay at the Avengers Tower!" Mr. Brown said excitedly, beginning to hand out the permission slip and the booklet along with it.

The room erupted into happy, excited, and nervous people talking, loudly, allow while Peter groaned at the back of the class, holding his head in his hands.

"Hey, Penis! Ready to have your 'Internship' lie revealed?!" Flash yelled tauntingly over the loudness of the class.

Ned, although he'd been to the tower multiple times before, as has MJ, the boy was still excited to go.

MJ on the other hand was neutral on the subject, just happy that they weren't going to some old houses or anywhere.

Mr. Brown finally arrived at their spot at the back of the class, giving them their slips and forms.

Kneeling, Mr. Brown whispered, "I know, Peter, that you'll be touring your own home, but, try to keep it on the down-low, alright?"

The principal knew about Peter's living situation and supported Peter in the fact that the last of his biological family passed away.

Peter nodded, taking the slip and form from his hand, "I will try, Sir, but I can't promise they won't try doing something," Peter cast his eyes towards the door, the students filing out.

"The trip starts Monday next week, and the trip will continue for a whole week," Mr. Brown explained, it stated that on the form, but he said it again to emphasize the point.

Peter groaned, collecting his bag and stuffing the forms into them.

"This is going to be torture," Peter mumbled, only to be bombarded by Ned.

- - - - -

Arriving at the main living room, the elevator doors opened, revealing the quiet, peace of the floor.

The only people to be found were Steve, Bucky, Dakota, and Natasha, all sitting around the table in the lounge area.

"Hey, kiddo, how was school?" Steve asked, looking over to Peter who just exited the elevator, looking tired.

"It was alright, could you...sign something for me, pops?" Peter asked, setting his bag on the table, and pulling out the slightly crumbled form and permission slip from the bottom of his bag.

"Sure thing Pete, what do you need me to sign?" Steve sat up, while Peter walked up to them, Pete immediately getting his hair ruffled by Bucky.

He handed his dad the forms and sat down beside Natasha, who wrapped an arm around her spiderling.

Dakota peered over Steve's shoulder as the blonde read through the booklet, "Class 5,2 had been given the chance to go on a week-long trip to...here?"

Mini-Barnes smirked, earning him a disapproving slap on the shoulder from his adoptive father, Bucky, "What did I tell you about snooping?" Bucky scolded Dakota.

Dakota sat down on the couch beside Bucky, while Steve grabbed a pen to sign his signature wherever the forms required a parent/guardian to sign.

"Here you go," Steve handed the forms back to Peter.

"Today is Thursday, and tomorrow is Friday if you'll hand in the forms, and the trip is next week, so you'll have time to pack," Dakota said, having memorized what it wrote on the form.

"Yes- and Dakota, please, don't do anything stupid, don't do anything to embarrass me," Peter rolled his eyes at his cousin, watching the older pout and mock a hurt look.

"Can't promise anything, Pete," Dakota smiled, "'ll try not to do anything too bad."