Field Trip || Avengers Short Story

Abnegate

Peter was furious as they entered his private workshop. Key word: Private. Not even his fathers were allowed without his permission.

This ticked him off but of course, a hacker with a high level clearance and a voice modulator got past his configurations quickly. Upon entering, everyone looked at the suits and gadgets in awe. Natasha added to his anger as she spoke, "He's fine with touching, just don't activate anything."

Peter glared at her pointedly as he saw everyone look away. The blond chuckled as she said, "Oh, the Web Shooters Mk 1. Hope-"

She didn't finish as he quickly ran to grab the old models from Flash. He informs loudly, "You almost activated it!"

Flash throws an insult, "No, I didn't! Piss Parker. Like you know any way!"

One spider named hero looked to the other and was given a nod. Peter pointed it to Flash's feet and activated it with out putting it on. The web fluid hit Flash's feet and he fell down. Peter then looked at Natasha asking, "Miss Widow. Is there any way to get that off?"

Natasha walked over and took a vial from the desk the shooter was on. She spilled the contents on the web and soon the boy was released. Flash angered picked up Peter by the collar, "Parker, you faggot (blech) ass hoe is about to get a black eye!"

Natasha, going in to protective mom/leader mode, said, "Put him down before you're pinned to the floor."

Flash embarrassed and scared placed him down and walked away to look at the suits with in silence. Peter smiled and nodded appreciatively at the older female. He then said before noticing MJ appeared to talk to Natasha, "Thanks, don't tell my dad and pops okay?"

Natasha nodded before turning to a gushing and excited MJ starting to ask her about hacking as well as everything else she has heard her do. Peter continued to make sure nothing broke before he was relieved to see Clint and the rest of his field trip class.

Clint took them to the next place, which would gladly be an armoury not full of Peter's stuff. The chaperones watched everyone thoroughly as they were somewhat close to all the weapons. Clint said with a half smirk as he got to arrows, "Would anyone like to shoot a bow?"

Ned volunteered instantly and so did five others. So as Coach went off with them and about thirty others did as well. The rest gawked at all the weapons, which FRIDAY gladly explained each weapon as presented and the history it had.

Peter sighed happily as Clint didn't notice him with his hood on. He didn't need the blunt man to say hi and be oblivious about the fact that not a single person around knew about his true identity in both aspects. For someone who never misses, he tended to miss the point of secrecy for anybody but himself.

They soon were shown the cafeteria, the kids in complete utter shock as a tree toddler waved at them, to eat. The raccoon speaking also had them speechless, Peter looked at Rocket saying silently, "When did you get here?"

The raccoon spoke, "Got here yesterday, you were asleep." Peter looked around, trying not to be noticed again as the raccoon waited for a response, "Woah! Nothing. Sure, let me eat the trash in your room again!" Groot stopped him quickly as Rocket returned to eating with Drax and the couple, Quill and Gamora (They were cute okay?).

Peter then heaved heavily in frustration before he took out his lunch, his pops, Steve, having made it. Ned sat and smiled at the sandwich, bag of fruits, and bag of cookies, "Hey Peter. Your dads really love you, huh?"

The brunette surprised at the question blushed a bit and nodded, he finished the bite in his mouth and asked, "Why do you ask?"

MJ pointed to the bag of cookies, "The cookie bag has a sticky note saying, 'We love you! Have a great day, make sure to eat as well. -Dad & Pops' with a small smiley face in the corner then a literal smiley emoticon."

Peter sighed as he looked at it, "They really do. Especially my Dad. Pops is less open about it." The brown-eyed teenager continues his eating, finishing his fruits and sandwich.

Ned tilts his head at Peter before he asks, "How come I never met them? We've been best friends for years and I've only met Aunt May." MJ nods as well as she strengthens the inquiry saying, "Yeah, Petes. Never met them, can't be that embarrassing."

Gladly, the chaperones stop him from answering and everyone is whisked to the training room. Which is when Peter is turning red in anger and pure loathing for a certain technical hundred year old man who served America.