My fault (The true story of Ultron and a buncha chaos)

Aunt May's not mad

So some of you may have noticed how Peter wasn't exactly in character... I just watched Civil War, which had MCU Peter in it, so it's going to be a lot better now! Still, it's mostly going to be inaccurate and based off Spiderman ultimate, so... Onward to the book

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POV: Peter

Aunt May was so shocked when I told her, it almost took her a full minute to realize I wasn't joking and help me pack. After all, it's not every day I get an internship, basically a job, at Stark Industries. Even if the group chat wasn't legit, that definitely is.

"So you just signed up?" She asked, folding my clothes I'd thrown into my suitcase. I nodded.

"I mean, I didn't think I would make it in. So I thought, why not? And like thirty seconds later I got the acceptance email," I said, shoving all my school stuff deeper into my backpack. "They said I could start as early as tomorrow."

"At Avenger's Tower?" She asked, giving a little laugh.

"Look at the email!" I gestured to my unlocked phone, listing the details of the internship. Basically, I would move in to the Avenger's tower, and literally be Mr. Stark's intern. Literally. I'm slightly freaking out.

"So, you're going to be there-"

"Six days a week." I tossed a couple of pencils into the empty space in my school backpack. "I'll be fine."

"Avenger's Tower?" Aunt May shook her head in disbelief. "I have to say, I'm surprised. I thought all that was confidential."

"It is!" I said, trying to keep calm. After all, that was tomorrow I was talking about. But tomorrow was a Saturday. I told Ned and MJ about the internship already, and needless to say they were stoked. MJ specifically told me to tell Thor to say 'yeet' next time he threw Mjolnir.

"It'd be hilarious. Someone famous yelling old dead memes? Priceless," she'd said. I told her I didn't know if I'd see any of the Avengers, which got me a sympathetic shoulder tap.

Ned just was shocked, even more than me. I don't know how, but he managed it.

"Are you sure this isn't some kind of trick?" Aunt May asked, pulling me back to the present. I shrugged.

"With two thousand applicants? Not likely." I zipped up my school backpack, satisfied, and helped her with my suitcase. "I mean, two thousand people is a lot. A lot! How did I get it?"

"One may argue you're smarter than the average two thousand people," she said, giving me a smile.

I shrugged and told her I was going to bed. After all, it was late and I would be going to my internship tomorrow. She agreed and left my bedroom, and I pulled out my phone. No one had said anything, so I just lie down on my bed and stare at the ceiling, wondering about tomorrow.

What seems like 0.2 seconds later my phone rings with my alarm. I look at the time and sure enough, it's been almost seven hours. I can barely remember the faintest outlines of my dream, something about books and broken wood and some sort of rune barrier. I'm not sure where my brain got it.

I quickly get dressed, and remember to put my Spiderman suit into my backpack. Maybe I wouldn't be able to get out of Avenger's Tower at night, but I did have a field trip at school next Friday, and in my experience those never went well.

Aunt May is up already, sipping coffee and cooking eggs and bacon. I sit down at the table, leaving my stuff in a pile at the door. My phone still had no new texts, so I shove it into my suitcase as well and help Aunt May with breakfast. She thanks me and makes more coffee, while I almost burn the eggs thinking about how crazy it is I'm literally going to be hanging out at Avenger's Tower the next six days.

I mean, seriously. I've said it way, way too much, but it's insane. I mean, I just don't understand how that's like, allowed. Are they going to try to make me a superhero? If they do should I tell them I'm trying to be Spider...kid-guy-thing?

I hardly eat breakfast, mostly because of nerves, slightly because of the inedibility of it. Aunt May offers to drive me, but I take my bike, explaining that I would need it and it's a huge pain to take in and out of the trunk. She grudgingly agrees and tells me to call every night, and tell her everything I'm allowed to.

I promise and leave the apartment, strapping my suitcase to my back and putting my backpack on over it. My powers make it feel a lot less heavy, but it's still hard and uncomfortable. I remind myself it's easier than spending forever unpacking my bike from the car.

Eventually I get tired of biking and decide to stop a few blocks from the street the tower's on. I sit down on a bench next to the sidewalk, drinking from my water bottle until it's almost half gone.

"Hey, Puny Parker! Where are you going with all your most prized possessions?" Flash Tomson of course happened to be leaving the Starbucks right there. I cursed my rotten luck and leaned back in the chair, pushing my backpack behind me.

"Internship. I actually have to go now-" I said, getting up to tie my suitcase behind me. Flash took that as an opportunity to grab my school backpack and unzip it. Of course I put my spider-dude suit in there.

"What are these dorky goggles for?" He said, taking my blur-vision goggles out. I put down my suitcase and lunged for the backpack.

"That's mine, give it back."

"You can't even see outta these things!"

I pulled the goggles from his hands, probably too strong for my powerless facade. I grabbed my backpack from him too, and put them both down on the bench again.

"They need cleaning," I lied. "Now would you find something else to fill up your Saturday?"

I ignored Flash and retied my suitcase onto myself, managing to take my backpack a moment before him. I was back on my bike and on my way before he could say anything. I had survived my encounter with Flash Tomson, but now he'd seen my superspider suit. Which meant now I had to make wardrobe changes before I could start making a difference. How nice.