spiderson oneshots

italy

ha bitches u thought u could get rid of me

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"peter, buddy, it's time for school," tony said softly, knocking on the door to his son's bedroom. "you have a field trip today, remember?"

"i don't wanna go," peter complained childishly, rolling over to face the wall. "especially since it's in freaking italy."

"oh be quiet, kid," tony laughed, entering the room. he sat down on peter's bed, "you'll have loads of fun, i promise."

peter groaned, turning over to face his dad. "please don't make me go," he whined, hugging his pillow. "what if something happens here and they need spider-man?"

tony laughed softly and pushed back his son's messy hair. "i'll handle any trouble that comes, alright? now get up, mom made you breakfast."

when tony left peter shoved his face in his pillow, a soft noise of distress being suffocated by the soft cushion. after a few seconds he finally pulled himself out of bed and lugged down the hall, barely looking where he was going.

"morning, sleepy head," pepper greeted warmly when peter sat down at the kitchen island. "are you ready for your trip?"

"no," peter sighed before cutting into his pancakes. he took a bite, "these are really good, ma."

"what's wrong, petey?" pepper asked; she sat down next to him. "you can tell me anything."

"i'm just anxious about leaving you guys. what if something happens and i'm not here to help?"

pepper smiled softly. "we'll be okay, i promise. if anything happens. i'll have happy come get you in one of the jets," she said.

"you sure?" peter asked timidly, taking another bite.

"i'm sure, baby. now eat up, you have a flight to catch."

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when peter walked into the airport later that morning, his heart started to beat just a little bit faster. every step he took into the building meant he was getting farther from home. his mind had been whirling ever since he left the tower—he couldn't stop thinking.

"peter! you actually came!" ned exclaimed after peter passed through security. "i really thought you'd bail like usual."

"um, ouch," peter said dryly, walking past his friend—they'd been fighting a lot recently.

"hey flash," he said as he sat down. he pulled out a bag of peanut butter crackers, "want one?"

flash smirked. "you know it," he replied, taking one of the crackers. "you ready for the trip?"

"eh, i'd rather stay home," peter laughed, leaning back in his chair. "what about you?"

"i'm just happy i get two weeks away from my parents, man," flash answered. "we get to pick our roommates, are you going with ned?"

peter shrugged. "i don't really want to, he's been on my ass for the past couple of days. who're you rooming with?"

flash ran his tongue over his bottom teeth. "well, i was hoping i could stay with you," he replied cheekily. "i wanna get some of that ass."