Peter's p.o.v
"Dodgeball?!" Ned exclaimed. "With the Avengers?"
"Yeah, why not?" Uncle Clint asked.
"I guess it's okay." Mr. Harrington spoke.
"Now let's pick people for teams." Dad exclaimed. He was the Captain if one team and Uncle Steve was the Captain of the other.
"Peter." Dad spoke. And I walked over. We all wore name tags so that Grace could remember our name so it didn't look suspicious that Dad knew my name.
"Bucky."
"Rhodey."
"Sam."
"Legolas."
"Wanda."
"Natasha."
"Thor."
"Loki."
The teams went on and Uncle Steve was stuck with Flash, who was the last person chosen for a team. "Okay guys," Uncle Steve said. "No aiming for people's heads and whoever's team has more people in the next five minutes wins. If you catch the ball the person who threw it is out."
And we started. Of course, Flash was going for me but I just dodged the ball a few times before catching it and acting surprised.
"Flash is out!" Grace, who was reffing, yelled. And Flash walked to the sidelines grumbling.
After about four more minutes of playing each team had the same amount of players so we called it a draw.
"Thank you for letting us play dodgeball with you." Mr. Harrington said.
"No problem." Dad said.
"Now, we will be going to lunch." Grace announced.
And I forgot my lunch. Guess I just have to die now.
"Why aren't you eating anything loser?" MJ asked me.
"I forgot my lunch." I explained.
"Then why don't you just grab something from your penthouse?" Ned asked.
"Because that'll look strange." I replied.
"How?" Ned asked. Before I could elaborate the door swung open to reveal Wanda standing there with a brown paper bag. I tried to hide under the table l, but she had already spotted me.
"You're terrible at hiding, Peter." She chuckled.
"I'm just trying my bestpacito over here." I spoke and Wanda laughed.
"I brought you some lunch because Tony said you forgot yours." Wanda said handing me tote brown bag.
"Hey, loser," MJ said. "Are you just gonna eat your lunch while sitting on the floor?"
"Maybe," I replied taking a bit of the foot long Subway sandwich that Wanda brought me. "Thanks, Wanda."
"No problem, Peter." And with that she walked out of the cafeteria.
"How much?" Flash asked me as soon as Wanda was gone.
"Wat?"
"How much did you pay Scarlet Witch to come down here and give you a sandwich?"
"Get lost Flash." MJ said glaring at him.
"Next we have an Avengers Q and A." Grace said and she guided us to a conference room.
When we were there my entire super family was standing and looking through the crowd. I picked a seat in the back so that it would be harder to spot me in all the rows and rows of students.
"Welcome everyone!" Uncle Steve called as we sat down. "You probably already know us all so let's get into this."
Immediately everyone's hands shot up. People were called on and most of the questions were about them being superheroes.
"How old do you have to be to be an intern?" No doubt that it was Flash that asked this question. Just when I thought that this might be an okay day.
"You have to be 18 and accepted into a college." Dad replied.
"HA! PENIS IS LYING!" Flash and all his goons hollered pointing at me. I saw Bucky getting out what looked like a switch blade so I did the only sensible thing. I got up, ran to the stage, and tackled Bucky.
"Peter!" Mr. Harrington yelled. I then held Dad's arms to his side to stop him from calling the suit.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL MY SON!?!?" Dad yelled trying to get me to let him go, but I would rather not see headlines saying TONY STARK MURDERS HIGH SCHOOLER everywhere I go.
"Y-your s-s-son?" Flash asked.
"Yes, that's what I said." Dad asked.
"I wouldn't have bullied him if I knew that he was your son." Flash said.
"Someone's parentage shouldn't define how you treat them," Uncle Steve asked going into Captain America PSA mode. "You should treat anyone with respect and kindness no matter who there parents are."
"I don't care if this was supposed to be an over night trip!" Dad yelled. "Everyone, except for you Peter, leave!"
My class filed out and I waved goodbye to Ned and MJ.
My super family then turned to me. "Why didn't you tell us that you were being bullied?" Aunt Natasha asked.
"I-it's not like he's ever hurt me physically." I lied.
"Uh huh, now the truth?" Dad asked.
"I didn't think that it was that big of a deal. I have high pain tolerance and the stuff that he says is only slightly hurtful." I replied.
"We're going to have a movie marathon now." Steve commanded.
"Okay." I said. Maybe the field trip wasn't so bad after all.
