Spiderboy Oneshots

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Peter Parker absolutely hated his family. Well, that wasn't exactly true. In truth, he really loved his family, but that didn't stop him from wanting to kill them every once in a while (though he probably couldn't accomplish it). Now was definitely one of those times.

The Avengers were eating dinner. Peter wasn't. He was hiding in his room, hoping that Tony wouldn't ask him about the field trip he had learned of. He'd told Pepper that he was doing homework when she'd checked on him for dinner. It was a bogus excuse, seeing as it was Friday and no teenager in their right mind would be doing homework on a Friday night. And so Peter sat on his bed and stared out the window. There wasn't much to see from his room at the compound, only trees, trees, and the occasional person scurrying off to wherever they were supposed to be.

The thing was, it wasn't that he was mad about the fact that he was going on the field trip, that part was cool. Anything that could get him out of school would be exciting. No, the part that sucked was the where and the how. He'd been informed that he, as well as the rest of his grade, would be visiting the Avengers Compound on Monday. That was the where the how was a whole other issue. This had the Avengers' names written all over it. Peter just knew that one of them had set this up (probably more than one of them). That, of course, was why right now was one of those times that he wanted to kill them. Except for Pepper and Natasha, they were just fine. As far as Peter was concerned, his adopted mother and aunt were doing everything right, and always will. He figured that this was payback for the glitter bombs he released upon the majority of the Avengers last weekend.

So, there he was, resigned to his fate of extreme embarrassment and possible revealing of his secret status as the adopted son of the Starks. He'd complained to MJ and Ned this afternoon about it. MJ had just laughed at the thought of Peter's potential catastrophe and Ned had seemed sympathetic. That, however, did not help Peter feel any better about the trip.

He could swear it was Sam. Only Sam would have enough hate for him to pull something like this. Plus, Sam had plenty of free time in which he came up with ways to torture the young spider. This was probably just another one of his grand schemes to bother Peter. Or to get back at him for the red and grey glitter that still could be found in his hair.

What was worse was that the Avengers were expecting some visitors from Wakanda on Sunday. That meant that Shuri would, no doubt, witness his utter catastrophe of a field trip. And Peter had no desire for his friend who thought he was cool to see him the way the rest of his classmates do.

This was not good. This was not going to end well, there was no way. Peter sighed. He couldn't believe his luck, Parker Luck™ to be exact. And he had exactly three days to figure this out. There was no way he'd get away with faking sick, Natasha could always see through his fake sickness. He was sure that Tony wouldn't let him skip the trip. So that left one apparent option. And that was purposely getting hurt while on patrol. He knew how bad the idea really was. If there was even an opportunity in the next three days to get badly hurt, it could go horribly wrong (and probably would).

He decided to think about it later. Right now, he wanted to think about anything but his apparent doom. And yet he couldn't. Peter sighed and got up from his bed. Dinner should be over by now and he was really starting to get hungry. He traipsed toward the door of his room.

The living area was almost empty. Only a few people were scattered across the room, watching the television, arguing over whether or not Steve could land a flip off of the roof. No one really noticed him until he opened the fridge.

"Look who finally decided to show his face." It was Tony.

Peter gave an unconvincing smile as he pulled a container of pasta out of the fridge. He trudged over to the microwave and set it to forty-five seconds.