How getting stranded in Tennessee got Peter a boyfriend.

A Call From Stark

( Heyyy. I know nobody will read this but I hope you have a nice day/night and hope ya like the chapter. This will be my first...well...fanfic. Ever. Anyways, have a nice time and buckle up for the ride )

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The doe-eyed boy clicked his pen repeatedly. He was so far off this world that he didn't notice the glare the teacher gave him. 

"Mr. Parker, what is the definition of 'malapropism'?" Mrs. Clark questioned. Peter's head snapped up. He thought for a second before sighing, he was caught. Mrs. Clark smirked at seeing this. She always had it out for Parker. Probably because Flash always picked on him outside of her room because she was his first class of the day and Peter's was the social studies next to it. Mrs. Clark thought the noise was very annoying and that was the only reason she was stopping it. Of course, Flash being Flash did it almost every day. That made Mrs. Clark start to dislike them.

"I don't know ma'am," Peter said with a small shrug. God, he was rambling in his head now, how much could he ramble if nothing stopped him? Peter sighed and cut himself off again before he would drift into his mind again. Mrs. Clark looked satisfied with this but acted annoyed.

"Peter, pay attention next time." She sighed, a few members from the class lightly giggled but quieted down when Mrs. Clark give a sharp look. Everyone was scared of her, she wasn't a big fan of children. Which was a bad match with being a teacher but it was her choice to become a teac-

Peter heard a sigh from the left, successfully cutting him off from yet another internal rant. He looked over to find his old friend MJ staring at with an unimpressed look on her face, yet there was a hint of amusement. All he could do was give a sheepish smile and shrug. MJ then rolled her eyes.

Peter then saw in the corner of his eye, Ned. Ned was practically bouncing in his seat. Peter knew his face showed clear confusion because MJ leaned over and whispered, "It's the last day until winter break." With that new information came an excited Peter. He almost jumped out of his seat. MJ rolled her eyes again and smirked. "Only five more minutes Parker." She said before turning back to face the teacher.

Peter felt as if those five whole minutes were hours. He watched as the clock ticked and gave up on paying attention to Mrs. Clark once again. there were only two minutes left and he started to drop his binder into his backpack before remembering something. He leaned over to MJ. MJ didn't spare him a glance but Peter knew she had to be watching. "If you're going to ask if we have Decathlon Team meeting then no, Mr.  Harrington wanted a break." Peter looked at her but didn't question how she knew he was going to ask her that. He would just get 'your face said it' or something like that, maybe with 'loser' or 'nerd' tagged onto it.

One minute left and Mrs. Clark sighed when she saw people were already packing up. She didn't do anything about it because come on, it was one minute before they had a week off. She turned around and started to wipe the whiteboard down from all the red and blue marks she had made. "Make sure you read over the weekend. Class is dismissed." She said in a monochrome tone. The jock kid, Jake snorted. Nobody would read over the week and Mrs. Clark knew it.

Peter would have rushed to the front but he didn't want to get squashed by some bigger students. He was Spider-man but those students were still hella scary when he was out of his suit. Plus he had to act like he didn't just randomly get spider-powers on normal after-noon on a field-trip. 

Peter watched as the other kids pushed to get out and waited in his seat. When he saw there were only three people nicely walking out he got up and walked over. The halls still had rushing teenagers but seemingly less than the start. He ran out so he would miss Flash and his gang. Once out he spotted Ned and MJ and went to them. 

"Hey, Peter!" Ned said excitedly. "I got a new Lego set,  it's a big R2-D2. Wanna help me build it?" He asked. Both of them ignored the 'nerds' MJ threw at them. 

"Is that a question? Of course I want to!" Peter almost jumped once his phone rang. He excused himself from the group and walked behind a tree. Looking at his phone his eyebrows shot up. Tony was calling him. Why? The only way for that to be answered was to accept the call. Bringing it up to his ear he almost stuck to the tree when he heard something drop with a crash on the other side of the line.

"Sorry spiderling, that's just a screwdriver," Tony paused, "Ya want to go to LA with me, I have a meeting there and I wondered if you'd like to look around Hollywood or something around there. Maybe I could get you into gambling in Vegas."

Peter snorted at this before looking over to Ned and MJ. He could help Ned build when he got back or before he went. "If my aunt's okay with it sure! When is it though?" 

"Already checked with May, I have a ticket for tomorrow. My jets are all busy so you're going to have to take a normal plane. Sorry bud." Peter didn't mind. As long as he wasn't next to some pervert or somebody very loud he was fine.

"I'm cool with it. It's LA, it's fine if I have to sit next to a mother and her crying baby." Peter shrugged.

"Nuh-uh. I got you 1st class, no way are you sitting next to an annoying child." Tony groaned at the thought of crying babies.

"Mr. Stark, you didn't have to, I would be fi-" 

"No, I would hate it and you have super hearing so it'd be worse than me." Ton cut him off. "Also I already got tickets so you can't argue."

Peter sighed. Of course, Tony was stubborn as always. "Text me the details. Thanks Mr. Stark!" 

"Tony, Peter, call me Tony." Tony sighed. "Also bye kid."

"Sure thing Mr. Stark."

All Peter got in response was the phone being hung upon him. 

He went back to MJ and Ned and informed them about what Tony told him. MJ joked about Peter getting them souvenirs and Ned whined about the Lego set but soon shrugged it off. "You're going to LA! With Tony Stark! Hide me in your bag, I wanna go!" Ned almost squealed. The group laughed and talked. Soon they departed to go home. 

Once Peter got home he got his uncle's old travel bag out and started to pack. Halfway through packing, Peter got a text. The text read '1st flight starts at 8 am in a3. you'll land in tn connecting flight. next is b2.' Peter thought it was weird that the connection wasn't in like Kansas but he didn't question it.

Aunt May came in and watched him try to shove his clothes into the bag before groaning. May gave an amused smirk before coming over to help him.

"Teach me your ways masterrrrr," Peter whined as his aunt somehow made all the clothing and everything fit into the small bag. May snorted at this. 

"A magician never tells her tricks." Peter let out a small hmph as May folded a rainbow sweater and placed it perfectly into a bag. "Also why a sweater? It's way warmer down there than here."

Peter thought for a second be shrugging once again. "The hotel might be cold. Also, it's cute and I can't wear it that much here because people will call me gay and stuff." He frowned and looked down. Why were people so mean? It's not like it hurt them he liked girls, guys, and anyone. 

May watched as her nephew looked away and sighed. She got up from where she sat and brushed his brown hair behind his ears. "Peter, look at me." Peter looked back up at his only mother-figure as she gave him a sweet smile. "It's okay sweetheart, they just are closed-minded and were raised like that. I'll always love you Petey-poo." She gave a light giggle at the nickname.

Peter smiled and the sadness faded away from him. He pulled His aunt into a hug and they cuddled for a few minutes before May pulled away. "Now do ya have any more clothes you want me to pack up?" Peter shook his head and Aunt May gave him a raised eyebrow.

"Nope! That's it." May looked back down at his bag then him.

"You do know how long you're staying right?" May asked. Peter thought for a second before slowly shaking his head. May looked about ready to facepalm. "Five days, this isn't going to cut it."

Peter made a little 'o' shape with his mouth and sighed. He turned back to his closet and threw back the shirts he wanted as his aunt tried to catch them. "Peterrrrrr." Upon hearing his name Peter looked back and giggled. There was his Aunt May, the shirts he threw covered her and the ground.

"Oops?" Peter gave a small sheepish grin and helped his aunt get untangled from the mess. They packed the bag full of shirts and pants and other necessities. It was almost 10 pm and May went to sleep after they said good night to each other.

"If you're going out I want you back before 3." His aunt said sternly. Peter whined of course. "Nope, I don't want you and your sleep-deprived self getting on the wrong flight." Peter hmphed again but didn't argue.

Once his aunt left he opened the hatch on his ceiling. His iconic suit fell out and he had a small smirk as he took it off the webbing.    

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(I hope you liked it! 1631 words if you don't count these lil bits. 
Posted - 1/20/2020 3:45 am
From - Tats)