IDK what to do with these chapter titles y'all, they're going to be basically repeats honestly. Also if you're reading this at like past midnight just STOP. CLOSE YOUR PHONE. GO TO SLEEP. It'll be here in the morning.
POV: Peter
I finished my homework last night, but it took until really late. By the time I went down to Mr. Stark's lab, he sent me right back upstairs the moment I made him a cup of coffee. I remember the field trip I have today and am sure to hide my brand-new spidersuit deep in my backpack. The chances of needing it are pretty tiny, I know, but it makes me feel safer to have it.
I go downstairs to the kitchen to find Wanda and Pietro already up. Wanda's making pancakes with insane amounts of magic, and Pietro is waiting to flip them from the griddle.
"Peter!" Wanda said, setting all the things down on the counter. Pietro sighs and begins to stir a bowl himself, splashing significant amounts of batter everywhere.
"Hi," I said, climbing on a tiny empty square of counter to get cereal from off the fridge. "Is Vision still asleep?"
"Yeah," Pietro said, setting down the bowl. The stiffs are way past peaking. "Cap's punching things in the sparring room though."
"Huh. Are you coming to school or-"
"Not today," Wanda said, cutting me off. She put all the boxes of ingredients away with her red magic, kneeling on the ground to manipulate their movement. "Maybe eventually?"
"Okay," I said, shrugging. "So... like-"
"Maybe next week," Pietro said. "If we even are."
He looked pointedly at Wanda, who ignored him, pouring pancakes onto the griddle without the use of magic. Seeing her indifference, he took to waiting for them to finish cooking, trying to twirl the cumbersome spatula in his hand.
"We have a whole lot more games if you want to do them again tonight," I said.
"Well, we don't exactly have anywhere to be," Pietro replied, shrugging.
"I doubt everyone will come again," Wanda added, "but I'll play."
"Great!" I exclaimed, searching the cupboards for syrup. "You'll miss a field trip, though."
"I'd honestly rather be taught than go to a mildly interesting building somewhere," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Is that what Clint was so excited about?" Pietro said, flipping a pancake a bit too quickly. The batter on the bottom oozed away from the cooked circle.
I shrugged, deciding not to mention Ned hadn't even thought of him in case he was hiding in the vents. "Maybe?"
"Where are you going, anyways?" Wanda asked, rubbing some drops of water off the counter with her sleeve.
"Oscorp, I think?" I said, climbing on the counter to reach higher cupboards. "Some kind of lab."
"If you're going to a lab, why not stay here and work with Stark?" Pietro pointed out, flipping a few more pancakes.
"It's school! I can't miss it for an internship-" I faltered, hopping down from the counter with a bag of chocolate chips and a bottle of syrup.
"Why not?" Pietro asked brashly.
"It's illegal!"
I set the things down on the counter and got out plates for the three of us. Wanda found some bacon and whipped cream in the fridge.
"I still don't understand why you have cake for breakfast," she remarked, watching me pour about a quarter cup of chocolate chips onto my pancakes.
"I don't know," I said, spreading them out so they melted faster.
"I still don't understand why you want to go to school," Pietro said, pouring himself some chocolate milk and giving me the carton. "Seems like a waste to me."
"Just because you can read and do simple math problems doesn't mean there's nothing else you need to know," she replied, "even if there is no reaching Stark's level."
"Will they even teach us what we need to know?" Pietro said in mock consideration. "No. They'll teach us grammar. We saw Peter's homework, that's what it was!"
"There's more than one class, Pietro," she sighed, looking at the ceiling. He rolled his eyes and went back to flipping pancakes.
"Good morning, morons," Thor said, walking in and dragging a tired-looking Loki behind him. Pietro whirled around with a bit of blue speed-light.
"What?" he said, looking a bit offended.
"It's a friendly nickname on Asgard," Thor replied, getting some pop-tarts from a cupboard. The writing on his forehead was mostly gone by now.
"It's seven in the morning!" Loki said, gesturing to the clock. It was seven-thirty, but no one mentioned that.
"You used to wake me up in the mornings, brother," Thor remarked, struggling to open his pop-tarts.
"That was one time. Just the one," he pointed out. "Here."
He opened the pop tarts for him and took one himself.
"Thor, do you know anything about English grammar?" Pietro asked, side-eyeing Wanda, who looked sooo done with this.
"Grammar. What is that?" Thor said, eating basically the whole pop tart.
Loki and Wanda's exasperation match so perfectly I wish I had taken a video to post as a gif on the internet.
"I told you to take a real language instead of whatever Groot is. You've never used it. Not once," he said to Thor. "It's all, 'I am Groot.' that's it. It took you an entire century to learn one sentence- with no grammar, which is by the way how you sound sane and not on your third week without sleep."
"You're not making any sense again," he replied, crumpling the foil pop-tart wrapper loudly.
"I got to go to school," I said, leaving the half-exasperated, half 'haha screw you' energy-ed room behind me.
"Hey, kid. Need a ride?" Mr. Stark said as I turned the corner.
"That'd be nice. If you're not busy or anything," I panted, shoving my homework into my overstuffed folders and putting those in my backpack. It took me a full ten seconds to zip it up, but I threw it over my shoulder and stood up before he could say anything.
"I'll take you now, kid, if you want," he said. I take that as meaning he's not busy, even though I know he probably is. He's Tony Stark. I only really got into this whole thing a few days ago at the library.
"Thanks, Mr. Stark," I said.
"Sure thing, kid," he replied.
Tony Stark.
Driving me to school.
Ned's going to freak out.
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