The Field Trip... & Stuff

5. More Proof?

A/N: gif not related to the chapter/ story. I just like it

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Peter could've sworn everyone's jaw was dropped.

"Oh, hello there youngsters," Clint said, as he and Natasha walked by, "is this the class Stark arranged to come?"

Peter felt someone tightly grasp his arm and turned to see a very excited Ned.

"Yes it is," Amber said, "would you like to give any advice to the kids?"

"Do no harm, but take no shit," Nat immediately replied as she picked her nails.

"um, don't go in the vents..?" Clint said as he looked at Nat.

Natasha held back a smile as she remembered Tony's freaked out face when Clint fell from the ceiling.

"Oh, wait," Clint added, "here's something an old man once told me: if you get hurt, hurt them back. If you get killed, walk it off. Truly inspiring words, huh?"

They duo continued to walk to wherever they were going when no one replied.

As they passed, Natasha ran a hand through Peter's hair.

"Well, lets continue the tour," Amber said, clapping her hands. The class started walking again.

"She probably felt bad for you," Flash whispered to Peter, "that doesn't prove anything,"

"I didn't say it did," Peter retorted quietly.

Amber started talking about Stark history.

"So how many people have the all access badge?" Ned whispered to Peter.

Peter glanced at Amber then whispered back to Ned, "um, well Mr. Stark does, obviously, and Mr. Happy, and Colonel Rhodes..."

Flash turned around and shushed them.

Peter lowered his voice, "and Miss Potts, and Dr. Banner, and Miss Romanoff, and me,"

"That's so cool man!" Ned whisper- yelled.

Peter shrugged, despite agreeing with Ned. He turned back to Amber and tried his best to catch up on the conversation.

The class continued walking.

"And here we have the museum." They entered a huge room, "this room was dedicated to those who risk their lives to save others. If they're in here, they're an avenger. Feel free to look around,"

The class buzzed with excitement as they all scattered to see the museum. Ned squealed so loud, Peter wondered how his voice went that high.

"OhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygod" Ned ran towards the Iron Man section.

Peter strolled across the room. He had never been here. Heck, he didn't even know it existed.

Peter was making his way towards the Quicksilver section when something caught his eye.

Peter's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe it. There was a Spider Man section!

Inside was the Iron-Spider suit he had rejected and his homemade one too. Peter winced when he noticed it was still a little burned and ripped.

Some students started to gather around the section and were whispering among themselves. Many started to talk about the holograms that showed Peter's early days as Spider Man, some footage of him during the airport battle, and videos of his patrols.

"He stole Captain's shield!"

"Look at how he stopped the bus!"

"Who is he?!"

"He so strong!"

"That part was from DC, right! That's when he saved Liz!!"

Peter stopped listening. He couldn't believe Stark had given him a section.

"You wish that was you, huh?" Flash said as he made his way to next to Peter's side, "you wish it was you who got recruited by Stark. Or that saved us from the elevator. You wish you were a superhero, but you're not. You don't have the powers or the morals or the intelligence. You're too puny. That's why you made up the internship lie, isn't it? God, you're pathetic,"

Peter shook his head slowly.

Sometimes, he really wished he would have the courage to show NYC who Spider Man really was.

After the class finished fangirling over the museum, the class continued the tour. Flash soon got bored, so he decided to move and stand next to Peter to keep himself entertained.

Of course, Peter tried to ignore him, but he couldn't. Because every once in a while, Flash would flick Peter's ear, or step on his shoe, or do some other third thing. It got annoying real quick.

"Stop it," Peter whisper-yelled at Flash when he poked his ribs hard.

"Why?" Flash said kicking his shin.

"I'm trying to pay attention," Peter swatted his hand again.

"Don't you intern here?" Flash asked mockingly, "you should you already know all this?"

Peter mentally groaned.

"...any questions?" Amber asked.

Flash raised his hand, "Does SI accept high school interns?"

Mj rolled her eyes.

"The minimum age is 18," Amber said, "though to even be considered, the applicant should be in a university, preferably MIT,"

"Thank you Miss," Flash said smugly. When Amber turned around, Flash shoved Peter so hard, he fell on the floor.

"I knew it, penis"

Peter looked up at his teacher. Mr. Warren held his gaze for a couple of seconds before turning away.

He was on his own.