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Shouldn't have got on the bus

Fluff

It's a field trip au. With a bit of Spideypool and a bit of Superfamily.

"Peter here is my favourite intern," He explained proudly to the group. "The kid has done more for Stark Industries than any of our full-time employees."
Flash raised his hand. "Our tour guide earlier said Peter wasn't an intern, and Stark Industries don't take high-school age interns." He said, only sounding slightly snarky in the face of the world-famous billionaire.

Peter has to deal with embarrassing parents, a high school bully, and his disaster of an extended family.

He deserves to get paid for this.

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"Peter!"

Peter groaned, covering his face with his pillow. He rolled over to stare at the ceiling, covered wall-to-wall in glow-in-the-dark stars. If he ignored it, maybe it would go away.

It did not.

"Peter, get your ass out here now!" The voice yelled again. Peter lifted his head blearily from the pillow. "Fine, I'm coming!"

A couple of minutes later, dressed hastily in a hoodie and jeans, Peter wandered into the kitchen. He was met with a sea of faces turned his way, emotions ranging from highly amused to mildly baffled. The only one who seemed annoyed was Tony Stark, who was currently staring at the teenager, a piece of paper clutched in his fist.

"Were you gonna tell me about the trip, kid?" Tony asked. Peter shrugged. He moved over to the counter, opening several cupboards before he found a slightly-crushed box of frosted flakes. He poured himself a bowl, painfully aware of the silence in the kitchen.

"I mean, it seems kinda pointless?" He said. "I could just stay in bed all day instead...?"

Clint and Steve, who had been holding in their laughter, shared smiles of utter glee. Peter glanced between them suspiciously. "Look, there's really no point, I'm just going to head off..."

Tony snagged his backpack and hauled the retreating teenager backwards. Peter yelped as Tony shoved the form into his hands. "Not a chance. I better see you later, kid."

Natasha snorted into her coffee.

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Peter didn't exactly have a normal life.

He hadn't, since he was fourteen and an ill-fated trip to Oscorp had left him with genetic mutations and a small, fang-shaped scar on the back of his neck.

At least then life had mostly carried on like normal for a few weeks, weird powers aside. Then Uncle Ben had died, and Spider-Man was born.

Needless to say, things went downhill from there.

Aunt May, unable to cope with the responsibility of caring for the teenager by herself, had sent Peter away, to live with his godfather and father's closest friend, Tony Stark. The lifestyle change had been jarring at first, but Peter had gotten used to his new family over the next year or so. When Tony and Steve became Peter's legal guardians, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Not long after that, Peter had told the heroes about his alter-ego, and after a rough couple of weeks, he'd gained his fathers' acceptance and a new super-suit.

Now, Peter was eighteen, having found a comfortable balance between masquerading as Spider-Man and keeping his grades up (because god forbid Tony Stark's son be anything less than a genius), with a host of bizarre and mildly dangerous family members surrounding him at all times.