IronDad One Shots // IronDad And SpiderSon

Career day

Requested by @peaceloveandpersassy

Are these over done? Or do y'all still like them?

Peter folded his arms around his head, which was currently resting on his desk. His earbuds were blasting his favorite xxxtentacion tracks, the volume although medium, sounded at just the right volume to block out any other sounds but not loud enough to cause him pain. He usually relished in these moments of rare tranquility, the buzz of Sad allowing his mind to truly relax and think about what kind of philosophical questions would confuse his friends.

(Before anyone comes at me, I am FULLY aware of the allegations against X, but I still put him in because I like his songs, Please don't come at me for MY choice, if you don't like it, imagine it's a Brendon Urie track or something)

But unfortunately, this was not one of those moments.

Instead, he sat in the centre of the classroom as students busied themselves with the discussion about what was going to happen in the last period. The annual career day was happening all around the school, albeit at different times for each homeroom. It was always a difficult time for Peter; the sympathetic looks, teasing and taunting, and the reminders that he didn't have any parents all became too much for him, causing him to usually end up walking out of school and heading to Mr Delmar's half an hour early.

It's how it was every year. Peter usually tried to break out of the habit, to stay longer than he normally would, but would never make it. Still, he supposed he'd rather talk to Mr Delmar than suffer from the dreary recounts of people's work lives.

He adjusted his hoodie to cover his hair, wanting to look as invisible as he felt. If deaf people never learned sign language, what language would they think in? It wasn't one of his bests, but he didn't doubt he could argue Ned with it for a few minutes until MJ would butt in with the answer that she always seemed to know.

His phone bustled in his pocket, the ringtone dripping from the speakers to be heard by everyone in the room. Nobody seemed to care enough and continued with their conversations as Peter unhooked his earphones and answered the call.

"Hello, this is Peter, how have I ruined your life?" Said teen mumbled into his phone, uncaring of who was calling.

"Sis snapped," the voice replied, voice relaxed and lighthearted. Distinguishable as ever. "You okay there, Karen?"

Peter smirked to himself, never regretting the decision to teach his mentor how to use reddit.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why'd you call, Mister Stark?" Peter glanced around the room warily, wondering if anyone had heard him, then thought that he was lying. His eyes landed on the clock at the front of the room. Twenty minutes, he thought.

"Honestly? Me and the boys were in a meeting, but it's over now and I'm bored. Are you in lessons now?"

"Yeah but it's sort of a free period. You can text me all next period too, no one is going to call me out."

"How come?"

"Oh, it's career day, and I don't have anyone to talk about, so everyone just showers me in pity."

"Sucks, kid."

"Well, what are you gonna do?" He said lightly, brushing off the subject. He brought his finger out from under his head and began tapping the table, one of his many nervous habits that he had undoubtedly picked up from Steve - although he preferred to tap out Morse code 'stop' or 'shut your beep mouth'. Apparently, he would rather spell out 'beep' than any sort of swear.

"-see you later then, okay?" With his mind constantly wandering, it wasn't odd for Peter to find himself missing out on sentences, so he voiced acceptance before continuing their chat from the night before about alpha, beta and gamma radiation for more advanced medicines.