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Basic field trip fic

Fuck me. Was the first thing running through my mind as I looked over the pink piece of paper that decided my entire future. Mr. Stark would've called me ridiculously dramatic, MJ would've told me I was acting like a stupid loser, Ned would've laughed at me and then told me tough luck. At the top of the slip, in big bold letters, read, Decathlon Field trip- Stark Industries™, as it led on the talk about the permission slip, and the mandatory waivers, and the rules. But to me it was the slip that signed my fate away as I read on. Hi, My name is Peter Parker, and I am the one and only spider-man. I intern at stark Industries, at first as a cover up but then i was appointed actual intern to Mr. Stark, (Who still insists on me calling him Tony, but as long as he keeps the 'kid' thing up, it's a wish that will never be granted). I hang out with Nat and all the other avengers on the weekends, and then after school for around 2-4 hours before I head back to Aunt May's to spiderman around, then sleep, then school. I plopped down on my bed as I groaned dramatically. My life was officially over, I thought, reading through the paper once more. There was a quiet knock, then another, then the door pushed open to reveal Aunt May, "Cariño, what's with the dramatics? You came home looking like you saw a dead cat on the streets for heaven's sake!" I flinched, feeling bad, "Sorry tía, I have a field trip-" "What's wrong with field tips, i'm sure it will be better than your last one-" "To SI..." Aunt may's eyes widened in understanding, and she turned to me, smiling, grabbing the paper from my hands and signing it swiftly. "You'll live, Cariño" Aunt may is primarily latino american, and uncle ben was caucasian, as well as both of my parents, but Aunt may lives by that nickname for me, and even taught me spanish when i was younger. Aunt may got up from the edge of my bed and walked out the door, calling out, "Dinner's ready in five!" I nodded, even though she couldn't see me, and read over the- now signed- paper once again. I'm fucking screwed. 

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It was early the next morning as everybody clambered into the bus, passing their slips to Ms. Peters, A mean, stern teacher who had been teaching for so long she was older- and far meaner- than Capsical himself, or atleast, she seemed to be. I slid into an empty seat as Ned sat next to me. Despite Ned being insanely ecstatic about me knowing the avengers (and the avengers themselves) He was very chill about them after a couple weeks, when i had asked Ned just said, "They're like legos, dude, they're very cool, and super interesting, and all that, but why would i fanboy over them after i've already met them like, twice, you know?" And I supposed I could understand that, as Ned started talking about their boring- but necessary- algebraic equations and formulas homework that they had to get a start on, and ranting about the hall monitors who might've just been meaner than Ms. Peters. We reached the llama shaped building far too quickly for my liking, as I considered very well the pros and cons of simply jumping out of the school bus and dying without embarrassment, after we all shuffled out of the doors and into the building, where we were almost immediately greeted by a frazzled but put together young lady, I had no clue who she was, of course, because I almost never went down to these levels and when I did I was talking with the interns and the scientists, never the tour guides. She went on about the rules and the badges and everything that was going to happen before she grabbed a box from the floor next to her feet and opened it, going in a line and handing everyone their passes. "These passes expire the second you step out of the building, so don't think about coming back here and having any kind of access. Now, there are multiple levels and passes, starting with O's- you guys- for paparazzi, tourists, and interviewers, OA's- for cafeteria workers, cleaners, plumbers, electricians, family, ect..., A's- for low level interns, new scientists, ect..., AM's- for normal level scientists, mechanics, and regular interns, M's, for high level scientists, visiting shield agents, our better mechanics, and the highest interns, and then, ME's, for avengers that don't live here, and good friends of Mr. Starks or Mrs. Starks, Then finally, MAOE's, or Alpha level, for avengers, and nick fury. Any questions?" Cindy's eyebrows furrowed as she raised her hand, "Yes?" The tour guide pointed to her, "Uhm, what about Mr. Starks and Mrs. Starks passes?" "They don't need any, Mr. Stark, Mrs. Stark, Sir. James Rhodes, and Mr. Stark's personal intern don't need passes, FRIDAY recognizes them without the need of a pass." I fumbled with his flimsy visitor's pass, maybe I could play it off as if I actually scanned the pass before FRI says my stuff out loud? It was a simple hope, but one nonetheless. Everyone went through the scanner one by one, as FRI called out their first and last names, pass level, and authorisation. Until finally, it was just me left to go, with a girl behind me. I walked quickly and pretended to scan my badge,'Parker, Peter. Welcome back, Pete, Boss wants you upstairs and in his office as soon as possible, he wants to know why you aren't at school." I stiled, oh shit, I forgot about that. But I might still be able to salvage this. "Sorry FRI, tell Mr- Uhm, My boss, that I'm on a field trip right now but might be able to talk afterwards?" I could've died of embarrassment as I stood rooted to the spot as everyone stared at me. "What?" I started, getting kind of annoyed, "You all knew I had an internship here." Everyone just kind of turned their heads away and murmured some kind of apology before following the tour guide, who was staring at me with an odd expression, a mix of confusion and intrigue on her face. She quickly shook it off though, herding all the kids into one of the elevators and turning to them, with practiced tone and gestures she started going on about the history of Stark enterprises, nothing anyone with a TV didn't know, "- And now we are headed to the low level labs, do not touch anything, or distract anyone, they are all doing their work." I brightened knowing we were heading into intern territory, a place that i was relatively familiar with from wherever Mr. Stark was in meetings or doing something and I came down to help. When the doors opened the place was in a relative state of chaos and mass destruction, nothing all that abnormal, many of the scientists were busy with different problems, all with coffee by their side and papers strewn all over every surface in the room, the whiteboards where filled with problems and peter could already see one of the scientists he vaguely remembered as Dr. Werlan spewing swears under his breath when his dry erase marker ran out of ink. All of the people in the room must've noticed we were there, they probably just didn't care enough to glance over, something I heavily respected. The tour lady continued the tour, pointing out scientists and interns that had important jobs or where researching important things, before rounding the corner to see a small group of scientists arguing over a problem that filled up most of the whiteboard, before the bell for lunch break rang through the lab, and one of the men talked about discussing the problem later, though nobody in the group heard over the tour guide telling them to come with her to head down to the lunch room. I chewed at my lip and looked at the whiteboard, and finally, I slipped away from the group and picked up the marker, scribbling down the answer before anyone noticed I was gone and slipping back in motion with the group as we got in the elevator and headed down to the lunch hall. When the elevator doors opened, I got yanked back by the collar of my shirt and pulled into a random empty conference room, "I- Mr. Stark?!" He rolled his eyes and grinned down at me, "Uh, yeah, who else would it be?" I blinked as i tried to keep up with the situation, "Why are you here, Mr. Stark!" He gave me a deadpan look as he leisurely paced the room, "It's my tower, kid, I live here." I looked at him, exasperated, "Nooo, Really? I never knew. I mean, what are you doing here crashing my decathlon field trip, Mr. Stark!" "Oh so it's Mr. Stark now, not 'boss'" He said, referencing when i was at the scanner talking to friday, "Sorry, sorry!" I said, "I was stressed out, I needed to call you something!""Tony, for the millionth time, call me tony! I'm done with this 'Mr. Stark' shit." "Yeah, no, that's never gonna happen Mr. Stark. Now would you please explain what you are doing here!?" Mr. Stark sighed, "Just giving you a heads up, I'm having an avengers meet and greet with your little friends" "What! Mr. Stark! I- no, come on, please!" Mr. Stark grinned, that stupid little meany was probably enjoying my suffering. "Nah, i think i'm good, also, you forgot lunch and you're allergic to the lemon that's in the food that they're serving today so i brought you some leftover pizza." He threw me a bag of food and i smiled, "Alright then, thanks for the food though." "No problem." Mr. Stark said, walking out of the room, I shoved the bag in my pocket and walked over to the table Ned and MJ were sitting at. MJ looked at me, "Where were you, loser?" I put the bag on the table and grabbed my slice of pizza, "Forgot my food, Da- Uh, Dr. Stark brought me some." I let out a breath, At Least I remembered he had a doctor degree. MJ didn't look convinced as she rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink. "Sure, loser" She said, we ate our food in silence for the most part, before Ned started rambling on about a new lego set he had gotten. Sadly though, like with all things, flash came by to fuck it right up. "Hey, parker!" I ignored him, "Parker! Hey, look at me when I'm trying to talk to you, penis!" I sighed, loud and dramatic, but if flash heard he didn't comment, "What do you want, flash? I'm trying to eat." He laughed, snobbishly, like one of those posh people that actually go to their highschool reunion to flex how much money they inherited from their posh little grandma without actually working for it. "Oh so penis' balls finally came, huh. Did the ball fairy come and leave them under your pillow last night so you wouldn't make a total fool out of yourself." I'm pretty sure he was the one who just made a fool out of himself by saying 'the ball fairy' but whatever. MJ rolled her eyes, "Can you please shut the fuck up? Like, actually, I know I normally have fun with this little back and forth but you're actually getting annoying." She said, stabbing her food with the plastic forks they give you. "Didn't know michelle needed to stand up to her little boyfriends defense, can't you do that yourself penis?" MJ ignored him,"Can't you think of a more original name than penis?" MJ said, unamused by the whole conversation. Flash's eyes darted back and forth, not knowing how to respond, he just scoffed and said, "Shut up, jones." Before sitting back down at his table, grumbling about 'stupid penis' and 'dumbass jones'. A whole two minutes later, the tour guide came back, "Alright everybody, that's lunch break over, and we have a slight change of plans, we are headed to the theater room because the avengers are hosting a meet and greet, where you can ask them questions about being a superhero and whatnot." Everybody started murmuring excitedly, as we all made our way into the elevator once more and up to the theater room. The room was beautiful, with a large stage and a shit ton of chairs. One of the walls was pure glass, letting you see out into the horizon. Everybody took a seat in one of the chairs, I made sure to sit all the way in the back, though I knew it would be useless, as Mr. Stark would find me in the crowd anyway. The murmuring took to a dead stop as the man himself walked out onto the stage, closely followed by Steve, Nat, Barton, Buck, Rhodes, Wanda, Vision, and Bruce, the only avengers that were on earth at that moment, or available. Thor was in Asgard, as well as Loki even though he just helped out sometimes, and everyone else was gods know where. "Hello random little highschoolers! I am Tony Stark, ironman, genius, billionaire, owner of-" Steve must've realized where this was going because he quickly interrupted Mr. Stark with a change of subject. "Okayyy then. Any questions for us?" Everyone raised their hands, And after a couple people, it was just pure Parker luck that Flash would be called. "You there, dash?" Tony called lazily. Flash stood up and cleared his throat, straightening his football T-shirt, as if he wanted Tony to know that he played and was- at least in his mind- cool. He gave a very un-charming smile, and started, "Flash Thompson, Tony." Mr. Stark looked at Rhodey with his eyebrows raised, both very amused at the fact that flash acted like he was on a close enough base with Mr. Stark to call him by his first name. "I was wondering if you would tell us the name of your, eh, personal intern?" Even I had to stifle a laugh at what he was trying to do. Seriously, flash, The kid with grades so horrible the only reason he was even in midtown was because of his snobby, rich ass parents, was trying to become Mr. Starks personal intern by just asking? I mean, I know he's had literally everything in his life handed to him, but seriously? "His name's Peter Parker, hey, in fact, Peter, where are you?" Everything was silent, "Peter, get your ass up here, I'm trying to show you off." I blanched, horrified, Oh. God. No. Tony rolled his eyes and got up off his chair, walking casually over to me, (Kill me right now) He grabbed me out of my chair, (Ground, i will physically pay you to swallow me up) And then he dragged me to the stage, (I'm fucking done) "This is my intern, his name's Peter, and he's awesome." I stood, watching over my class, with the most horrific look plastered on my face. I turned to face Aunt Nat, "Nat, please, kill me?" She just smiled, "Nah, this is more fun." I let tony ramble on and on about me, before flash just couldn't take it anymore, he stood up, puffing his chest, cheeks bright red from being 'beaten' by me, "Why parker! He's literally an orphan, why would you need a charity case who lies about shit all the time to intern for you!" Tony raised his eyebrows, mad, but not terribly surprised that flash said that, "Because he's actually fucking smart, little boy, he's not an intitled dipshit, like you, and hes also not a charity case, seeing as i didn't take him in, I came to him, because he was actually fucking interesting and a damn good genius, unlike you. Now, if you don't mind, well, actually, I don't really care, leave, now, tour over, bye." He waved them out of the room. And everybody clambered out, not wanting to be in that room a second longer. He smiled, "That went well, don't ya think, kid?" I turned to him, eyes wide from embarrassment, as I shook my head repeatedly, whispering no over and over again. And everybody laughed, as all the avengers, earth's mightiest heroes, went in to ruffle Peter's hair.

A\N- The ends kinda bad but whatever bc this took like a hour to write lol, I have other- non spiderman books if u wanna check them out, if not, just wait for the update and pls don't be silent readers, i love listening to you guys in the comments! Also im sorry for the way this is formatted, i write all this on docs then transfer it. Love you, XOXO- The author