Tricks

Six

"Isn't middle school fun and exciting? You'll have so much fun!" Tony exclaimed, as he rolled a shopping cart down a aisle of a store.
Peter laughed and nodded, "Can we get crazy binders? They have glitter and fuzzy folders too."

"If that's what you want. The sky's the limit!" Tony responded.
"I think you're more happy about school than I am." Peter told the man.

"That's because my child is growing up. Going to middle school and all that. Being so smart." Tony fakes wiping a tear from his eye. Peter just laughed and shook his head, life was good.

Later on that day, they got home and started putting Peter's school stuff away. Tony helped the brown-haired pre-teen put his binders and pencils into his backpack neatly.

"Will this be a problem?" Peter suddenly asked when Tony turned his back.
Said man looked behind him and saw that his son's new backpack was stuck to the palm of Peter's hand.

"Uh, yeah. Can't you unstuck?" Tony questioned walking up to the pre-teen. Peter shook his head. "Well um, didn't you have control of it? I thought Clint and Rhodey were helping you?"

"Yeah. But, it's been getting harder to hide it." Peter shrugged.
"Maybe it's because you're going through puberty?" Tony suggested.

Peter's face flamed red, "Dad!"
The older male laughed, "What? It's true! I'll try and find someone to help. Go get some sleep. Middle school is creeping up on you."

Tony sighed as he sipped on his healthy green smoothie researching about inhuman abilities.
"Boss, this should be helpful. Sightings of mystic abilities found near Hong Kong." FRIDAY said, pulling up imagines of a group of people wearing robes.

"Am I looking at a cult?" Tony squinted his eyes at the frames.
"Don't believe so. I believe they are a group of people who practice magic called, 'The Mystic Arts'. They have shown to be helpful throughout the past with inhuman abilities." FRIDAY explained.

"Will they get rid of it? The ability?" Tony inquired, reading over some things.
"I don't believe so. They teach on how to better control, and how to channel power." FRIDAY supplied.

"Yeah, okay, let's talk with, the guy wearing the red cape. Name?" Tony asked, pulling up a blank file.
"Doctor Stephen Strange. Formerly a neurosurgeon now practices 'The Mystic Arts'." FRIDAY answered.

"Great, does he have a number?"
"I believe he lives right here." FRIDAY pulled up an image of an old looking building somewhere in New York.

"So, we have to go to him?" Tony looked lost.
"Yes." FRIDAY mused.

The brown haired male sighed, "No phone great. I'll go when Peter goes to school then. Get up an alarm will you?"
"Already on it boss."

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"Bye dad!" Peter shouted slamming the car door behind him as he skipped his way up the steps to the school building.
"See you later Pete!" Tony called back with a wide smile on his face. He stayed there until Peter walked into the schools front doors and took off.

He had a meeting to get to.

Peter entered the school feeling slightly nervous as he took in the crowd of people. He forgot how many kids were crammed into one school in the public school system.

The brown-eyed pre-teen wished that he could've stayed homeschooled. But his dad was right, he couldn't be afraid of his powers. He had to learn how to live with them.

So he put on a brave face and headed to his first class.

The classrooms were small with even smaller desks. Peter decided to sit in the middle. Next to a dark-skinned boy with black hair. The other kid smiled politely as Peter sat down.

Peter offered a smile back and faced forwards, rubbing his hands together underneath the desk.
"Where did you go to elementary?" The black haired kid questioned.

"Oh! Um, I was actually homeschooled. Until now that is. My dad decided to get me enrolled into public school from now on. Said it'll help with my social skills." Peter answered, feeling happy that someone was talking to him.

"Woah, homeschooled? That's so cool! How was that like?" The kid looked excited.
"Uh, okay? I mainly learned stuff on the computer or dad taught me. Sometimes my Uncle Rhodey would help out. I guess it was fun. I didn't have to wake up this early. I would still be sleeping." Peter laughed.

The dark skinned boy giggled and leaned forwards, "I'm Ned Leeds." He introduced himself.
"Ah, Peter Stark!"

"Stark? Like Tony Stark?" Ned asked with wide eyes.
"Haha, yeah?"

"Woah, you're like the coolest person I've ever met." Ned praised his new found friend.
"If you see it that way. You have a cool backpack though. And I like your shirt." Peter commented.

"Really? Thanks!" Ned grinned, "So you like Star Wars?"
Peter nodded his head, "Dad and I watch them all the time. Depends on the day though. He gets busy sometimes."

Ned nodded his head, "Understandable. Hey, want to have lunch together?"
"Sure!" Peter beamed.

Lost Boy By: Ruth B.