Doth Stark Know You Weareth His Billion Dollar Spider Spandex?

Thor & His S'more

Peter was tempted to let out an exasperated sigh when his teacher announced the homework. Twenty pages for a simple lab report due next class? Who decided that was a good idea? Apparently Peter's chemistry teacher did.

He guessed that just meant he wouldn't be able to go to Ned's that afternoon. The two had been talking about it for the last few days. They were going to build another lego set. They had finished literally all the star wars sets that they could buy, at the least the ones that were cheap enough. Ned had found some superhero themed ones and had gotten a Spider-Man one as a joke.

Ned told him that it was meant to replicate his fight with the Vulture. There were a few buildings as well as the beach he'd left Toomes at. You could also build the Stark plane with a room inside. Apparently there was a Vulture figurine as well as a Spider-Man one, and there were even webs that came with it!

Peter was definitely bummed about not being able to go. Ned probably would be too. He was not looking forward to telling his friend. They'd have to try for next Sunday. Darn.

He looked towards the agenda sitting in his backpack. He mentally glared at the object, not that it really did anything wrong. May had been trying to get him to use it since he started forgetting assignments in eighth grade. Just yesterday May had reminded him again of how much it had helped her in high school and blah blah blah. He loved his aunt, but that doesn't mean he has to like her lectures.

Sometimes when he was feeling responsible, he'd write down something in the agenda. First of all, this was rare, and second, he never checked it afterwards. Besides, couldn't he use Karen for this stuff too?

He decided against using the agenda. He faced back towards the teacher in an attempt to actually listen to the lesson, even if his efforts were futile. It seemed like that darn agenda was watching him, like it was telling him he should use it, that he would regret his decision later. He mentally stuck his tongue out at it.

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Happy called him a literal second after the bell rang. Yes, he'd counted. It was an ongoing thing they had, to see how close Happy could get to the bell when he called Peter. It wasn't exactly an official challenge, but Peter had once questioned the man's constant accuracy and it seemed like Happy got closer and closer to the bell each time. Today was probably his personal best.

Peter fished the phone out of his pocket after fiddling with the velcro. It was not exactly an easy task to do while speed walking towards the school's main exit. He managed to answer it before the ringing stopped.

"One second, Happy." He told the man, smirking on his side of the line.

"I could have sworn I called right when the bell rang." He argued grumpily. "You better not be robbing me of my victory, squirt."

"Why would I ever do that to you, Happy? You know I love you." Peter joked. He could hear Happy attempting to stifle a chuckle. Since Peter could hear it, Happy's attempt at hiding it clearly didn't work.

"Just get in the car, kid. I have things to do. I'm a busy man with an actual job." The man told him, more seriously this time, putting the jokes aside.

Peter didn't really like that side of Happy. The first several months had been like that. Happy practically ignored him for a while, and then Peter started going to the tower more often so Happy eventually got used to him.

So yeah, Peter wasn't overly fond of strict Happy. "You sure, Happy? I thought Mr. Stark hired you as my personal chauffeur." Peter joked again.

He was nearing the main exit of his school, after going down three flights of stairs. The way up had been absolute torture, especially while wearing a backpack, but the way down wasn't too bad.