Three Day Field Trip to Stark Tower

Chapter 14

A/N: Oh my god I'm so sorry! I've been really busy with school work lately, and I've had no inspiration to write and I am a terrible author, I know but here is the chapter so here you all go.

The team all walked down to where they would be eating their dinner, all taking not so subtle glances at Peter. As much as they wanted to keep talking about Spider-Man, they knew that that would be a terrible idea, considering Carrie was right there.     

Peter had quickly gotten changed, into a simple blue checker-ed t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He had stuffed his suit hastily in his bag, as the group was walking out the door, an impatient Carrie ushering them out the of the room.

Peter could hear a few of the murmuring to each other, and he watched in amusement as they tried to push past each-other to walk next to him. Carrie sent the group a raised eyebrow, as they neared the doors to the eating room.

She pushed opened the doors, and the team hurried inside. Ned went to sit next to Peter, but Charles butted him out of the way and stole his seat. Ned grunted in disapproval, as he sat next to Charles, who was now sitting next to Peter.

"Alright, you know the drill, pick what you want for dinner." Carrie instructed lazily, as she handed out the menus. Now that the team knew about Peter's Spider-ness, he decided that he could eat as much as he wanted, considering it wouldn't be a massive shock if he ate four plates of spaghetti.

His plate of spaghetti landed in front of him, and he wasted no time to start eating. Carrie left to go use the rest room at one point, so the group was quick to get back to what was still on their minds. 

"How many plates can you eat?" Sally asked, leaning forward so she could talk to Peter easier. 

Peter thought for a moment. "Depends how hungry I am."

"How hungry are you right now?" Charles asked.

Peter shrugged his shoulders.

Abe grinned mischievously at Peter, "I will pay you twenty bucks if you eat five plates." 

Peter raised an eyebrow at him. Oh well, free money. "Okay then, I'll eat five plates for you."

By the time Carrie returned, she was certainly surprised to see the group chanting, "eat, eat, eat!" As Peter stuffed his face with pasta. By the looks of it, he had already eaten two other plates, if the two empty plates sitting next to him were anything to go by. 

She decided not to disturb the teenagers, and just leaned on the wall, watching them in amusement. She would probably need to get a vomit bag for Peter, because there is no way he could eat all of that without expelling all the contents from his stomach out later.

Peter was on his fourth plate, and in all honesty, he wasn't at all full. 

Sally was already handing over he plate to him, while Abe's face paled. "Please don't make yourself vomit for twenty dollars." 

Peter paused, and looked up at him. "This isn't even a lot." 

Abe scoffed, "I would be vomiting by now." Peter laughed, as he scooped another spoonful of pasta into his open mouth.

Turns out Peter ended up having six plates. When they returned to the room, Abe reluctantly handed him twenty dollars, pouting silently. The sky outside was dark, stars twinkling brilliantly in the clear night sky. 

They were all sitting on their beds, talking quietly to each other, until Betty piped up. "Let's play truth or dare!"

Flash face palmed.

"This isn't a ten year old sleepover." MJ muttered from where she sat on her bed, surprisingly not reading her book. 

"Could I try the suit on?" Charles asked randomly, looking over at Peter.