Three Day Field Trip to Stark Tower

Chapter 17

A/N: I'M ALIVE!!!!! I've been gone for nearly 3 months and I am so so so so sorryyyyyy!!!! Life has been hectic, and I'll just be honest and say that I lost interest in this story. HOWEVER! I couldn't leave this story unfinished. It was like a guilt weighing me down everyday, because I knew people were waiting for an update but I just couldn't bring myself to write. But then... MY STORY HIT 100K READS?!?!?!?!??!

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"Let me get this straight..." Sam muttered, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You stepped on a shard of glass? From the bowl? Has anyone ever told you to not walk on broken glass?"

Peter thought for a moment, before shrugging. "I live on the wild side of life, Sam."

"You live on the idiotic side of life."

"My side of life is awesome."

"Your side of life is going to get you killed someday."

"Says the one that joined Captain America in taking down three helicarriers."

"Says the one who crashed a plane!"

"You've done more reckless things compared to me, Wilson."

"Oh, your not calling me Mister anymore? I'm hurt, Peter. You didn't even use my first name."

"Oh my god, will you two give it a rest." Tony snapped in frustration. That made the pair quiet.

Peter was sitting on the kitchen bench, his foot wrapped up in bandages. Tony turned to look at him, and Peter felt himself stiffen at his steely gaze.

"I'm just going to ask this right now. Did you hack into Friday?"

"What do you mean?" Peter asked innocently.

"Friday?" Tony called up to the ceiling.

"Yes, Mr. Stank?"

Peter coughed into his fist, as he tried to muffle a laugh. "See, she's broken." Mr. Stark pointed out.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Stank? She's perfectly fine." Peter retorted, allowing a giggle to escape his lips.

"She seems fine to me." Clint spoke up from his position on the couch. Tony decided to ignore him.

"Your the only person here who would do this to Friday, so I want to know how on earth you managed to hack into her, while I think of a punishment."

Peter frowned. "Mr. Stark, are you accusing me without proof?"

Tony raised an eyebrow at the teen sitting before him. "Does anyone sitting in this room have any clue what a VSCO girl is?"

The only other people in the room, which was Clint, Sam and Nat all shook their heads. Although Clint had a somewhat knowing look on his face.

"I don't think anyone in this tower knows what that is, Pete, and-"

"Sksksksksk..." Peter muttered to himself. Tony just stared for a long while. At this point, he was convinced the Spider Child was possessed.

"You know what? Whatever. I can't even be bothered asking why you were in the common room last night at two in the morning, or how you even got onto the floor through the window."