Three Day Field Trip to Stark Tower

Chapter 13

A/N: I got nothing to say, so... Enjoy! 

"Peter?"

There were a few things that Peter wanted to do at that exact moment. Jumping out the window was high on his list. Although, that would probably make things much worse, so he squished that thought to the bottom of his mind. 

Instead, he slowly turned around to face the inevitable. He considered saying surprise while doing jazz hands, but that thought made him cringe. Should he wave? No, that seemed awkward. Peter just decided to stare in silence, his mouth dry. 

Peter also wanted to yell at Mr. Stark, because Peter had said that this would happen, but Mr. Stark had told him that 'it would be fine,' but does this look fine to you, Mr. Stark?!

Standing by the door were his friends, who just stared at him with looks of complete bewilderment covering their faces. They looked more shocked and surprised than when they saw him sleeping with the Avengers. Well, of course, they just found out that their fellow Decathlon team member is the one and only Spider-Man, the person who swings from buildings and fights crime like it's just another day in the life of a New York citizen.

 Peter wasn't having a great day.

Peter could hear Ned behind him, as he stood up from the bed. He stood beside Peter, "this is why you keep the door closed, I thought you would've learnt your lesson already after Aunt May." He muttered into his ear. "The door was closed!" Peter hissed in reply, elbowing his friend harshly in the ribs. Ned grunted, and didn't say anything else.

Abe was the first to say something from the group of teenagers by the door. "P-peter? Is that- are you-" He stuttered out, as he slowly began moving into the room, as if Peter was some sort of bomb that would explode if he got too close.

"Would you guys believe me if I told you it's an outfit for a costume party?" Peter decided to say. Smooth Peter. Real smooth.

Abe came up to Peter, and patted his arms, as if checking he was real. He tapped the spider emblem on his chest, before glancing down at the mask Peter was still grasping in his hands. 

"There is no way- no bloody way... Peter, are you... You know, Spider-Man?!"

Peter nervously shuffled away from him, scratching the back of his neck. "How about you all come in here," Peter suggested, "and close the door." He added. He already had to explain to his Decathlon group the secret that he had been hiding, so he didn't want to explain the same thing to anyone else who just so happened to be walking past. 

The group slowly shuffled inside, before Sally clicked the door shut behind them. The group still seemed to bewildered to speak, but he could see that Abe was ready to burst with the amount of questions he had in his head.

As Peter opened his mouth, Abe let out a mountain of gibberish. "OH MY GOD, YOUR SPIDER-MAN?! YOUR THE LITERAL AMAZING WALL CRAWLING HERO THAT SAVES PEOPLE AND STUFF? HAVE I BEEN FRIENDS WITH SPIDER-MAN ALL THIS TIME, AND I DIDN'T KNOW?!"

"A-abe, relax!" Peter shouted, placing his hands on Abe's shoulders. His outburst seemed to help the others find their voices. "Peter- this is insane! How did you get your powers?!" Sally asked, walking up to him.

"Guys- let's not do a repeat of last night, just let me explain." Everyone went silent. Peter breathed a sigh of relief. It was nice to not have his team all yelling at him at once.

"Okay- first and foremost, yes, I am Spider-Man." They opened their mouths to say something, but with a stern glare for Peter, they closed them shut again.

"Do you guys remember that field trip? To Oscorp?" 

The team all nodded.

"Well, one of the spiders there bit me, and next thing I knew, I'm able to stick to any surface, and I have super strength and my sixth sense."