Iron-dad and Spider-son Oneshots

The sleepover-Part 1

Peter is Pepper and Tony's biological son, he is currently 16. The decathlon team is rewarded with a surprise sleepover trip to the Avengers Tower, with Q&A and an exclusive dinner.

Word Count: 750

     "Brrrrrr!" The bell rang. Peter rushed out of the chemistry classroom and to the decathlon meeting, where he was greeted by a room empty except for Mr. Harrington and a couple other students. He took a seat at the round table and watched as everyone filled into the classroom and sat down.

     "Okay," Mr. Harrington takes attendance and says, "Now that everyone is here, I have some very exciting news! As you all should know, our team came in first last weekend at the competition so, the school decided to reward us with a very special field trip to...The Avengers Tower!"

     Everyone cheered, but Peter was dying inside. Beside him, Ned was smiling so hard he looked like he was crazy. He had been to the tower before, and had even attended their movie nights, so what was the big deal? Apparently, Peter's stress and confusion was visible as MJ had her people in crisis notebook out and was drawing his face observantly.

     "Everyone come grab a permission slip before you go. It is a sleepover, so bring anything you will need for a one-night stay and make sure to look over the rest of the details that are on the slip. You are free to leave" As Mr. Harrington finished his sentence, the entire team got up and took a permission slip before rushing out the door. Peter was not so lucky, "Mr. Parker, a word please?"

     Telling Ned and MJ he would see them later, Peter made his way to Mr. Harrington.

    "Peter, I know you are a good kid, but these lies about you having an internship at Stark Industries have to stop. If I hear anything about it on the trip, you will be asked to leave. Do you understand?"

     "Yes, sir," Peter mumbled. He grabbed a slip and rushed out the door.

     As Peter walked into the lobby a short 10 minute car ride later, he scanned his Alpha level pass and was greeted by FRIDAY'S friendly Irish accent, "Hello, Mini Boss. Would you like me to alert Boss that you are home?"

     "Sure, Fri. Thanks." Peter strolled into the elevator and pressed P for penthouse. He thought about visiting the Avenger's floor, but decided against it.

     As he walked into the kitchen and set his bag down, he was greeted by his mom, sitting at the table eating an apple and overflowing in files.

     "Hey mom," Peter said, walking over to grab a snack from the pantry.

     "Hey, hun." Pepper smiled at him, momentarily looking up from her work. "How was school?"

     "Fine," Peter mumbled, a bad habit he knew his mom hated. "I aced my math test, foundoutihaveafieldtriptomyownhouse, started a new project in robotics... oh and I have a Spanish quiz next Tuesday."

     "Back it up, what was between the math test and the robotics project?"

     "Mr. Harrington planned a field trip for the decathlon team, as a reward for our result last weekend."

     "That's great! Where to?" Little did Peter know, she already knew the answer. Tony had told her about his evil plan just hours before.

     Peter let out a sigh of defeat as he handed his mom the permission slip, "Here,"

     "Oh wow," Pepper's voice was dripping with sarcasm. She read over the permission slip and signed her "Aunt May" signature, a cover they came up with as soon as he started school. "A sleepover too? You must be so excited."

     "Over. The. Moon." He slumps down next to his mother, groaning. "What am I gonna do? I am bound to run into someone or have something embarrassing happen to me."

      "Try your best to act normal, and I'll talk to the team. I'll change your pass level too."

     "Thanks mom, you're the best!"

     Peter went off to do his homework, deciding to ignore the big gray cloud hanging over his head, waiting to rain down hell on his life.

     As Friday morning came and the cloud above his head started getting grayer and grayer, Peter finally acknowledged it. He was terrified. Plain terrified. He hoped that he wouldn't run into anyone, but he knew in the back of his head that was impossible. Everyone there knew him and he knew that all the special activities they had planned meant it was unavoidable. For all he knew, that was the entire point of the trip. So, as he walked to the back of the bus and sat next to Ned, he knew this would be the day of his death. 

A/N

Rewriting all parts of The Sleepover (and possibly combining them?) to be better and longer while procrastinating adding onto the part I'm currently writing. As always, feedback and requests are welcome and appreciated!

xx Bee