Peter Stark

Chapter 1 - School

Peter's POV (Thursday, 5:00.)

BEEP BEEP BEEP

My eyes shot open, and I turned off my alarm. I jumped out of bed, slipped on a pair of jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a hoodie. I sped through my morning routine. Then I rushed out of my room and ran to the kitchen, tripping over myself as I tried to put on my shoes at the same time. When I got there, I smiled at my uncle. "Good morning."

He smiled back and slid me a plate of waffles. We were usually the only ones awake that early, so we ate breakfast together. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

I sighed and shook my head slowly. "Nightmares kept me up all night. I did get about an hour before waking up and coming down here, so that's good."

We ate in comfortable silence. When I finished, I took my plate to the sink and washed it before putting it back in the cupboard. Steve stood up. "You ready?"

"Of course! I can't wait to see Ned and MJ again!"

He chuckled. "I made you lunch, and I'll drive you to school."

I grinned. "Thanks Steve!"

He smiled and handed me my lunch box. I made it special by adding a hidden fingerprint sensor by the clasp. Only Steve, Bucky, Mom, and I could open it. I simply didn't trust anyone else in my family to not mess with my food. "I made you spaghetti today and Bucky made cookies for you and Ned," he said.

I thanked him again and we walked to the garage where Dad kept all his cars. We climbed into the inconspicuous car that Dad bought specifically for taking me places, since we didn't want people to know that I was Tony Stark's son. I chattered happily to Steve as he drove, telling him about a sleepover at Ned's that Dad finally agreed to. When we got there, he gave me a hug and I climbed out to meet Ned at the entrance of the school. He wasn't there, which surprised me because he was usually there before me.

I sat down to wait for him, knowing I still had time before school started. I pulled out my tablet and started improving my blueprints for an expandable bow for Clint. When I saw Ned start to walk up to me, I quickly put it away and stood up. Although he was my best friend, I didn't tell him about my family. I always dodged questions about it and never invited him to my house. He seemed fine with that, and after a while he stopped asking about it. My family loves to send me with small things for him, like the cookies, and bigger things for his birthday or holidays. One time, I made him a phone for Christmas. It was a lot more advanced than other phones and the firewalls on it were impossible to hack (I had Dad try for a test run).

"Hey Peter!" We did our special handshake.

"Hey! What's up?"

"I got that new Lego set yesterday."

"Awesome!" I said, grinning.

"You're still coming over tonight, right?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yep! Oh, and I've got some cookies."

"Your uncle's?" he asked excitedly.

I nodded. "Yeah, Bucky hid them for us."

His eyes widened a bit. "I think that's the first time you've ever actually told me one of your family members' names."

"Oh," I said, mentally cursing.

"Hey, don't worry. I'm not going to tell anyone. I don't see why it's a big deal, but I won't say anything," he said.

I sighed in relief. "Thanks."

We walked into the school and made our way to first period. When we entered, we sat at our table. I technically didn't have to go to school anymore, seeing as I graduated college when I was 11, but I wanted to meet friends my age and experience a semi-normal teenage life. We sat at our table and Ned started to ramble to me. He told me about how his mom wanted him to join a sport, and how he didn't want to. He rambled until he said the one thing that almost always came up. We shared a love of science, so he loved Uncle Bruce's work. He would always manage to bring it up, and I was always filled with guilt, knowing that I could easily introduce him to his idol.

I sat up straighter as a thought occurred to me. I could still do it! I just needed a good cover story. It would take a few months, but I could do it. When class started, Ned stopped talking, but I was still planning. Finally, I came up with a working one. All I needed was Dad's approval and a few documents. I was snapped out of my thought by my teacher calling my name.

"Peter!"

"Yes, Mr. Jones?" I asked sheepishly.

"Since you obviously don't find it necessary to pay attention, why don't you answer this question?" He pointed to an equation on the board. I almost laughed. I learned this when I was 8. I answered the question correctly.

Mr. Jones looked annoyed, and the rest of the class sighed. They all figured the teacher would be smart enough not to call me out anymore, as it was far more embarrassing for him than for me.

I took out my second sketchbook and started to sketch a picture of Clint. He was aiming his bow at an invisible enemy, his eyes filled with determination. In the background, I drew Natasha, Steve, Dad, Thor, and Hulk. They were all in their various fighting positions, seemingly fighting a battle. By the time class was over, I had almost finished it. I picked up my homework and walked with Ned to chemistry class, where I finished my sketch. I smiled in satisfaction and slid my sketchbook back into my backpack. I would add color later. 

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Hey guys! Sorry for the short chapter.

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