CEO??

Chapter 3

Before Clint could say anything, I spoke, "Oh, definitely not. Trust me, she is much too scary for Mr. Barton to handle."

Clint's expression was the definition of offended. He said, "Wow, Pete. That hurt, truly."

I saw Flash open his mouth and knew this wouldn't be anything good. I subtly shifted closer in preparation to interfere if things got out of hand. He said, "How does an Avenger know Parker?"

Clint's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Peter is a close friend. He knows everyone on the team. He has to, since he works with Tony. His relationship with Tony requires him to do a lot of stuff. He's met plenty of important people, since he has meetings and boring stuff."

I sighed. "Mr. Barton, the meetings I attend are very important and should not be referred to as 'boring stuff' so please refrain from that in the future."

Flash scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah? What has Parker done that's so great?"

"Let's see if I can remember. He's met King T'challa of Wakanda, and is good friends his younger sister, Princess Shuri. He's met the president and vice president of the United States. He's met plenty of government officials, and CEOs of other companies. He knows each member of the team personally, and knows the names of just about every employee in the building.

"He is required to go on business trips around the world, so he's been to over 15 countries and has learned to speak multiple languages because of it. Also, because of his position, he has been required to learn self-defense. He builds most of our gear, and designs all our suits," Clint said, glaring at Flash. "The Avengers would not be nearly as functional as we currently are if we didn't have Peter."

The look on Flash's face was so priceless, that MJ had pulled out her sketchbook and started to draw him. He looked somewhere between disbelief, shock, and anger.

I sighed; at least Clint wasn't trying to kill him. I quickly spoke up to get rid of the awkward silence, "Thanks Mr. Barton, for this wonderful visit, but we really should be moving on now."

Amber picked up on the tense atmosphere surrounding the archer and nodded hastily. "Yes, we should get going. It's been lovely seeing you again, Clint. Now Class, follow me. We'll leave Mr. Barton alone," she announced.

The class groaned about leaving Clint, but followed her anyways. She led us through the halls to the Avengers museum. I zoned out as she talked. I had been on the tour before, and had even led it a few times when any of the guides needed me to cover for them or I had nothing better to do, so I knew all the information.

Apparently, my teacher noticed that I wasn't paying attention, and walked over to me. "Peter, I'm sure you know this already from your internship, but pay attention," she reminded me gently.

I nodded and focused back on what Amber was saying. She was in the middle of explaining Vision's story, "and that's how Vision came to be. He joined the Avengers and played a major role in defeating Ultron."

I listened as she continued to talk about each of the Avengers, but my mind was divided in two. The one half listening to Amber, and the other thinking up schematics for a new trick arrow for Clint.

At the museum, Amber let us wander off to explore on our own for a bit. I wandered around for a bit with Ned and MJ, bored out of my mind. I was about ready to die of boredom when my salvation came.

"Peter!" Harley shouted at the top of his lungs as he entered the room. Luckily it was empty. Everyone else was busy with the more popular exhibits.

A smile played at my lips as he came closer. "Yes?" I asked.

"Why did I have to find out from Dad that you were coming today?" he asked, faking a hurt expression.

"Because I was hoping to have a normal field trip for once," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I'm offended," he said, very clearly not offended, "that you would ever think I would mess with your trip."

"Harls, you have no self-restraint," I said with a deadpan expression. "Of course you would mess with my trip."

He grinned at me and didn't deny it. "You're absolutely right, darlin'," he said, his southern accent thickening slightly. "Which is why I've decided to join you on this incredibly bland tour to make it less bland."

I blushed lightly and sighed. "I hate you so much."

"No, you love me," he said with a smirk.

I huffed but didn't deny it.

"Hey, Ned, MJ," he greeted.

"Keener," MJ acknowledged, nodding in greeting while Ned waved.

"So, where's your class?" Harley asked, glancing around, as if they were hiding somewhere.

"Wandering through the other exhibits," I said.

He grinned and grabbed my hand, dragging me to the main exhibit, where Amber was. "Amber!" he called, causing several heads to turn our way.

She turned and smiled knowingly when she saw our clasped hands. "Oh, hey Harley. Are you going to be joining us today?"

He nodded happily. "Of course! What else would I be doing?"

She hummed as though thinking. "Maybe working?" she suggested.

"Nah. I don't work on Fridays. I was going to hang out with the team, but they are all busy," he said with shrug.

She glanced down at our hands again and chuckled, causing me to blush lightly. "Yes, and was boredom was the only reason you came down to join a high school tour?"

"Of course not," he said with a grin. "I had to come see Peter, now didn't I?"

I glanced around at my class nervously. Mrs. Tuss was watching us interact with a less than gleeful expression. I sincerely hoped she wasn't homophobic. She was one of the only nice teachers I had. Perhaps she just didn't like PDA? 

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