Peter Parker One-Shots || {ON HOLD}

Welcome Home||On AO3 by merrysophiatrash

Welcome HomeSummary:

A field trip to Avengers Towers leaves our favorite neighborhood vigilante in a strange situation to explain to his classmates.

To say that Peter was bored would be an understatement. He was in Chemistry, "learning" things he had done years ago. And it was the last class period of the day. And he had to get home fast so he could finish a nanotech suit he was working on. And he wanted to patrol. Everything about this day was screaming for him to go home out of boredom.

So when the bell finally rang and Mr. Lazacs held them back, he nearly screamed.

"Okay, kids, I know you're anxious to leave here, but I have permission slips for this year's science field trip. This year, on Friday," he paused for dramatic effect, a few kids hanging on his words, "We're going to Avengers Tower!"

As Mr. Lazacs continued on about how Tony had bought back Avenger's tower after the Infinity War, and how the company that bought it didn't want to ensure the Arc Reactor, Peter thought.

Avengers Tower. They were going to Avengers Tower. On a field trip. To his home. Where his crazy family lives. Where he sleeps every night. They're going there.

Great.

Nobody save Ned (and possibly MJ if the knowing looks she gave him was anything to go by) knew that. That he was legally Anthony Stark's child. That he lived in Stark Tower. That his Aunt May had died last year, a casualty in the Infinity War. That Tony Stark had gotten legal guardianship of him and later, adopted him. That Tony Stark was his dad. That he called Tony Stark dad. That the Avengers were his aunts and uncles.

Mr. Lazacs stood by the door, handing out half sheets of paper when Flash pushed past him and grabbed the paper he had reached for.

"Why would you need that, Penis? You don't need a tour of the place! After all, you do work there, right?" He ran off, shouting over his shoulder as he went, "By the way, do you think you could get your old pal Tony Stark to come say hi? Oh wait, you can't. You're just a loser who lies about internships and knowing an Avenger."

Peter very nearly burst at that. Peter had literally died trying to save the asses of people like Flash Thompson, and he had the audacity to call him a liar. Though it wasn't completely Flash's fault, considering he didn't know that. Peter calmed himself down and grabbed another from his Chemistry teacher, and walked out of school, with a wave at Ned and MJ.

Today, rather than Happy picking him up, it was Pepper, his super-caring-kinda-scary adoptive mom.

She kissed him on the forehead when he got in the car, abandoning whatever she was doing on her phone.

"So, Peter, Steve and I are going on strike and refusing to cook tonight, so we're picking up takeout," she sighed a bit, somewhat laughing, "as we speak Tony and Clint are arguing over shawarma or Chinese, and Bruce wants pizza, but they all agreed that they would cede to whatever you wanted, so you have your pick."
He contemplated his options for a bit, then landed on,

"Italian. Everyone eats it and we haven't had it for a while, so..."

She nodded, and the drive continued like that, their easy conversation filling the car.

About a minute after Peter and Pepper walked through the door, once FRIDAY had alerted everyone they were home, everyone was in the kitchen, awaiting their food.

Aside from the grumbles from those who didn't get the food they wanted, dinner went smoothly, and soon enough Peter was done and heading down to the lab, then to patrol, and not much later, up to bed.