The Field Trip... & Stuff

1. Sleep Early, Kids

"Look, Peter I know you're a good kid, but I'm not sure it would be the best thing to..."

Peter Parker zoned out again, not hearing the words. He had been patrolling extra hard for the past few days and the sleep deprivation was starting to kick in.

Peter had sleepwalked through every class and didn't pay attention to what any teacher said, that is until his last period.

Mr. Warren had clapped loudly and announced they were to have a field trip, somewhere everyone wanted to go to. The class erupted in cheers as Peter winced, remembering his particular luck with field trips. An Office Aid then entered and gave a slip to Mr. Warren, summoning Peter to the principal's office.

The principal was currently chewing Peter out for a reason Peter hadn't heard.

"...And you still haven't fully explained what happened during the last field trip, I don't know how you expect me to let you go to this one. Though I admit you've kept yourself pretty good these days -"

Peter stopped listening again. Just stop talking already, he mentally groaned.

After who knows how much more time, the last bell rang. This snapped Peter into attention.

"So here's the slip, don't disappoint me," The principal handed Peter a 2 page packet, "Read it through, make your guardian read it through, sign it, and bring it back tomorrow,"

Peter muttered a thanks and shoved the packet in his backpack. He exited the office and made his way home, too tired to say bye to Ned or go on patrol.

When he got home, he handed the packet to his aunt, "May, can you sign it, it's a field trip,"

"To where?" she said as she started to read it. Peter shrugged.

"Well I always let you go, so this is okay..." May trailed off she signed the packet, "They're asking for an emergency cont-"

Peter zoned out again. God he was going to collapse. He looked up to see May staring at him, as if for a confirmation. Peter nodded, just in case.

"Okay, I signed it," she ran a hand through his hair, "Go take a nap. You look dead. I'll wake you up when dinner is ready,"

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After May finished serving both plates, she knocked lightly on Peter's door, "Peter... Baby..?"

May opened the door and saw him asleep.

She kneeled down and ran a hand through his hair, "Peter, honey," she said softly, "dinner is ready... Peter?"

After many attempts to wake him up, Peter groaned softly, " 'm not hungry,"

"Are you sure? I made spaghetti..."

"Not... Hungry..." He turned to the other side and snored softly.

"Okay then," May got up and walked into the kitchen.

As she ate alone, May thought about what Peter could be doing every night. She couldn't bring herself to confront him, but she hoped he wasn't doing anything dangerous.

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Peter woke up to the sound of his alarm.

Holy shit, how long did he sleep?

He changed in a hurry, then ran to the kitchen after brushing his teeth. After grabbing the packet, he ran out the door. He shook his head disappointedly as he made his way to school.

He was actually surprised at how awake he was, though. Who knew all he needed were a couple of extra hours of sleep?

Peter entered first period shortly after the late bell rang and sighed in relief.

As the day blurred on, Ned excitedly asked Peter questions about his Stark internship. Peter wondered why Ned was extra grueling today but decided to not question it and answered most questions as he usually did.

Peter entered his last period and sat down.

"Okay class," Mr. Warren clapped his hands, "first things first, pass up your permission slips."

Peter got the packet and passed it up, not checking if it was signed.

"Remember, you can only turn them in today," Mr. Warren added, "You don't turn it in, you don't get to go to the Avengers Compound."

Peter nearly fell out of his chair.

The compound? As in Stark's Compound? The AVENGERS COMPOUND??

"Yes, you panini," Flash smirked, "That compound."

Peter reddened as he realized he had blurted it out loud.

"Don't worry penis," He continued, "we all know the stark internship isn't real,"

Peter gripped his desk and looked at his teacher for help. But, Mr. Warren was suddenly busy inspecting his pen.
See, that's the problem; teachers are always like 'sorry, I don't make the rules, I just enforce them' when it comes to girls' dress codes and having one earbud in, but they turn deaf and blind the second they see bullying.