Spiderson and the Avengers

Tour Group

I woke up to see the ceiling of the avengers compound staring at me. Suddenly, the events of the previous night came back to me. We were called for a mission and dad asked me to manage the controls at the compound and give us all the stats. After a very long night, I went to bed at about 2 in the morning and dad let me sleep in my room at the compound; there was no point in going back to the tower when we all had everything we needed at the compound. It was Monday. I particularly hated Mondays. Flash would take out his sadness of being alone for the weekend on me, we had double English, it was hard getting out of bed early when you sleep in until 1pm on the weekends. Anyway, I got out of bed and did the usual morning routine when I heard dad running towards my room.

"Peter!" He yelled while bursting through the door, "there's been a last minute tour group, can you stay here and keep the stuff in my lab running, I'm working on some developments to the black panther suit. Look, I know you have school today, but lets face it, school is useless. It's another surprise excursion today. Anyway, can you do it please..."

"Uh, duh. No way I'm going to school today if I don't have to. I hate excursions," I muttered. It was a no-brainer. I just needed to stay at home and do something remotely interesting, because I would just have to go down to the lab every hour to restart the temperature monitors. Easy breezy.

"Hey, F.R.I.D.A.Y, set a timer for every hour for the lab temp and reset it. Inform me if anything goes wrong,"

"Already done, boss,"

"Thanks," I grinned and walked downstairs. When I went down to the lab to reset the temperature, I saw my project on my table, and decided to try it again. I was working on a reversible bomb, where the damage caused could go back to the original state. I didn't really know why I was doing this, but it was the only thing I could think of for the moment. A few hours later, I was done. It was finally time to test the prototype, which was the most fun part of inventing something that involved explosions. I gathered up everything I would need and walked out the door resembling a malfunctioning robot. Wires jutted out of a small plastic box, and I balanced a power pack on my shoulders. I yawned.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, how many hours of sleep have I had?" I asked, just out of curiosity.

"Six hours in the past 58," She replied, and I blinked. I didn't feel sleep deprived. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror inside the elevator and did a double take. There were prominent bags under my eyes, my hair was askew, there was a dent in my cheek where I fell asleep on a table and I was wearing my pyjamas. I really did look sleep deprived. I sighed. I would get some sleep after testing this. I strolled through the intern lab and into the testing room, which was a bomb proof room where we could, you guessed it, test stuff.

No-one's POV

"These are the intern labs, and back there is the testing room," Melinda said. The decathlon team of Midtown science and technology stared at the labs in awe. Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and a short boy who resembled a robot stepped out. He had a mop of brown hair on his head, and prominent bags under his eyes. He stumbled inside the testing room and began placing wires inside power sockets.

"Wow, you guys really are lucky today. One of our best interns, Peter Parker, is testing out one of his new inventions while sleep deprived. Let's see how this goes today," Miranda said, stifling a smile when she remembered last time Peter had tried out an invention in this state.

"Wait, that's Parker?" Flash asked.

"Yes, how do you know him?" Miranda narrowed her eyes.

"He was... supposed to be on this tour," Flash trailed off when he realised that Peter Parker was definitely not a liar. Miranda snorted.

Suddenly, the class heard a muffled boom from inside the testing room. Peter was standing pressed against a wall, and the rubble from the blast lay in a circle around the centre of the room. Then, Peter pressed another button, and the objects flew back into place. Peter let out a victorious yell and pumped his fist in the air. He stumbled out of the room and Miranda caught him before he almost fell face first on the floor.

"Hey M'randa. Wazzup?" Peter drawled, and the class was too shocked to speak. This was the quiet, nerdy Peter from school?

"Peter, how long have you slept?" Miranda whispered before helping Peter into the elevator.

"Sissssss hou's" He replied before the elevator closed, and Miranda asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to take Peter to Mr Stark.

"Okay. Well, that was certainly interesting. Why don't we move on to the training room?" Miranda said brightly. The class nodded, unable to believe what had just happened.