Just like you

Chapter 2: A very...Tony Stark entrance

MJ stood up. "Really cause I think you should considered it." Peter grinned slightly as he slid into a seat next to Ned. "Dude! She totally just stood up for you!" Peter grinned a little. "Yeah.." Peter stared at the back of her head. But then the guys voice crept into his head 'Orphan boy, Orphan boy, Orphan boy'

 Ned watched with concern. "Pete, you okay? We can skip class and go to the comic book place, if you want." Peter leaned his head on the window. "No, it's okay."

"Yo, Orphan Boy!" Peter closed his eyes but then felt the seat spring as Ned leapt up. "Hey douchebag! Is your head an orphan? 'Cause it hasn't got a brain!" MJ smiled slightly and for her that was basically whistling in solidarity. "You tell him, ummm...guy." Peter tugged at his sleeve, embarrassed. 

Stop, please Ned." Peter looked up at his friend. "No, that douche deserves a lot more. I'm your friend, it's my job to give him a piece of my mind for you." Ned said firmly. Peter put his head in his hands and groaned. "Please..just stop." Ned looked at his friend, at his sleepless eyes and the dark bags under them. "Hey, Peter. I know I said it before but I'm really sorry about your uncle." Peter brushed his eyes and looked away. "It's okay. You don't have to say it again."

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After morning classes it was time. Peter and his classmates filed into auditorium and he sat down in the very back with Ned. He pulled in his ear-pods again, he wasn't worried about getting caught, with his spidey-sense he would know if a teacher was watching. Anyway, he was watching an Harvard lecture on technology, it was educational. 

Suddenly, when he was half way through the video the lights were turned off. Then a very familiar voice came through the speakers. Peter gaped and pulled out his ear-pods so he could hear properly, because surely it couldn't be. It couldn't be, Mr Stark! "Hey, okay...this system is archaic, where did you get it, a museum? Hmm, that's better...Can everybody hear me? Good. Here we go."    

Ned turned him eyes wide and mouthed 'TONY STARK'. Peter nodded and mouthed. 'I know.' He could hear whispers of the name, mixed with "Ironman." Mr Stark's voice crackled through the speakers again. "Yes, I know, I know." the static picked up. "God, this tech is horrible!" There was an outbreak of laughter and one brave teen hollered back. "We've been saying that for years!" More laughter. "Hmm. I'll ask Miss Potts about a possible donation." The voice of Tony Stark said.

The teacher beamed. "That's very generous, Mr Stark. Do you need help with your presentation?" The students looked around eagerly as if the beginning of the presentation were a golden ticket. "No, No. I should be fine. Friday take control of the screen." The screen at the front of auditorium flickered on. "Now, I am hear to tell you about the jobs of one Peter Parker's uncle and Aunt."

Everyone in the room turned to look at Peter.