Peter's Blog

Camping

(A/N I'm back! I'm officially not dead. I have a new chapter based on stuff a friend and I were joking about. Shout out to

Illusion_Of_A_Mirage

For the ideas. (Sorry about odd format right there, the tag kept blocking other text.)

Also, did none of you catch the Captain America First Avenger reference at the end of the last Author Note? I'm going to start leaving stuff in each note to see who understands the references. On that note, the chapter begins. OH and it mentions vomiting so don't read this while eating if you're sensitive. It doesn't go that in depth but... it's vomit. So. Yeah. ANYWAY)

   Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated. Not much has been going on, but I found an old story I meant to post but then the whole Loki and Shield thing happened and I forgot.

   So we begin on a Monday, I've just gotten home from school. I say goodbye to May, who is leaving for a business trip. I got her to sign a permission slip for a field trip for a camping trip upstate. By accident, she checks off the box saying she can chaperone. I don't realize this until Wednesday, when I turn it in. 

   By this time, May is long gone on her trip and I'm living with Mr Stark while she's gone. (Normally I live with May but all my blog posts are about when I'm at the tower because the most interesting thing at the apartment is that one floorboard that creaks for literally no reason.) So I get to the tower on Wednesday and realize the only two people free at the moment were Ms Romanoff and Mr Stark. Mr Stark would probably hate camping, so that only leaves the expert assassin. 

   Luckily, both were in the kitchen when I got there. "Hey Ms Romanoff, aunt May accidentally said she could chaperone a trip this weekend but she's gone so can you chaperone a camping trip?" I asked.

   "Peter, I don't think-"

   "Of course Peter," Ms Romanoff said, glaring at Mr Stark. 

    "Cool thanks." 

    So the day arrives and Ms Romanoff and I have packed. All the kids going on the trip were supposed to drive to school, so our bags wouldn't get in the way on the bus, and so we took an undercover car to school. By the way, undercover cars are so cool. There's tracker screens and computers and a lot of other cool tech I'm not supposed to touch! 

   We walked up to the bus, duffel bags on our shoulder, and the stares of everyone else were priceless. Mj acted like it was no big deal, of course, but Ned was smiling like he'd won the lottery. 

   No one really said anything, though, as we boarded the bus. There were twenty eight of us, plus seven chaperones. 

   The camp site was an hour away, so I just played on my phone. When we got close, Mr Harrison said, "We've assigned groups and chaperones, so listen carefully. 

   "In tent one: Ned Leeds, Peter Parker, Abraham Brown, and Flash Thompson. You're chaperone is Mr Brown." He kept going with the groups- Ms Romanoff was in charge of tent three, which was Mj's group. 

   In total, there were eight tents, because there weren't exact multiples of four for each gender and for obvious reasons boys and girls can't share tents. 

   We unloaded our bags and laid out sleeping bags first- and as usual Flash was being a total jerk. Luckily, between Abe and Ned he eventually left us alone.

   A side effect of having Natasha Romanoff on a camping trip is that tents get set up very fast. Like, scary fast. So we got to take a hike on a trail near the campground.

   It was a beautiful place, by the way. Sky scraping evergreens, oaks with vivid leaves, flowers popping up every few steps and bushes dripping with berries. A birdsong orchestra accompanied us into the woods, Mr Harrison trying (and failing) to identify what, exactly, we were hearing. (With enhanced senses, I knew we were hearing woodpeckers, Nuthatches, cardinals, and Finches, but it was fun to see Mr Harrison try to figure out what type of owl was screaming at four pm.)

   Anyway, a bit into the woods, Flash got lost. Ms Romanoff noticed first, calling out that we'd lost someone. Mr Brown then cut in. "Flash said he needed to pee, and that he'd catch up."

   "Idiot." I heard Natasha mutter, but nothing could be done. Flash made his way back soon enough. I smelled something odd on him, but I just assumed (and hoped) he'd stepped in deer poop.

   We made our way back to the campsite, where our tent was in charge of cooking food- hot dogs and salad. Flash was in charge of salad, while Abe, Ned and I were roasting hotdogs.

   This is where it gets odd. 

   See, we'd made plates for each person, calling individual tents to get food. Our group was last. I took a bite of the salad, I wondered why Flash had put raspberries in.

   They weren't raspberries.

   I fell out of my seat, kneeling in the dirt, coughing my lungs out. Whatever poison it was, my healing wasn't taking care of it. 

 Then MJ punched me in the gut. Hard.

   I vomited into the leaves. There were small flecks of red. 

   Now apparently, Mr Harrison had gone to the bathroom, and only saw MJ punching me. "Michelle, what are you doing!"

   "Saving Peter." Mj snapped. 

   "By punching him?"

   Ms Romanoff stepped forwards. "Peter was poisoned, most likely by Eugene. I would've done the same thing."

   "Flash attempted murder?" Mr. Harrison sputtered.

   "Why are you surprised? He's  bullied Peter all year." Mj said.

   "He what?" Ms Romanoff said, voice dangerously low.

   "Peter obviously just wanted t try a wilderness berry, and-"

   "You went into the woods, you put together Peter's salad, and I didn't see him add anything to it. You're officially under arrest for attempted murder of Peter Parker." Ms Romanoff said.

   "Can you even do that?" Flash asked.

   "I'm Black Widow, it doesn't matter if I can do it legally." 

   Ms Romanoff then drove him back to the city, where he was put on trial for attempted murder. (Found innocent by "Lack of evidence" despite testimony from me, Ms Romanoff, MJ and Mr Brown. The judge went on a vacation to the Carribbean two weeks later.) 

   He wasn't even expelled.

   Although, something about the looks Ms Romanoff shot him in the court room makes me think he won't bother me ever again.

(A/N bittersweet ending? Sorry this took so long. It's 1100 words though! Also, I didn't have this in storage, I just had to fix the plot hole of a school trip in July.)