Peter Parker and The Avengers

Living with the Avengers (Part 9)

Peter's P.O.V

We sat down at our tables and took out our lunch. I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and I inhaled the entire thing in just a few miniutes. I guess this field trip would be alright, though I still had to make it through the Q & A alive, which seemed pretty hard at the moment.

MJ and Ned were still eating their lunch by the time I was done. "I'm going to the toilet. I'll catch you guys later." I told them, as I got up and headed to the bathrooms. "Ok, but hurry up." Ned told me. MJ nodded, but she kept her gaze on her book. I guess that's what it's like when one of your best friends is a bookworm.

I walked out of the canteen, and down the corridor. I hadn't been down here much, but I think the toilets were here.

Yep. At the end of the corridor, I found a blue door leading to the toilets.

You know, I kind of wish I'd gotten lost instead. Or done pretty much anything other than go inside the toilets, because inside was...

The asshole!

Oh, sorry, autocorrect. I meant Flash. He was about to leave, but I crashed into him as I opened the door.

The second he saw me, he pushed me into the corner. "You worthless, poor orphan. You think that just because you have an internship here means your special? You're just a charity case, something to make Tony Stark feel good about himself."

"Shut up Flash. Go annoy some pigs. They'll probably understand you better than I do, since you speak their language." I retorted.

His eyes flashed dangerously, (haha. Get it?)

... *Cricket noises* ~Author

Rude. ~Peter

I felt a fist connect with my jaw, and a cracking sound followed. It was definitly broken.

He walked away, muttering under his breath.

I tried standing upright, blinking the blurriness out of my eyes. I felt my jaw. Definitly broken. I ran into the bathroom and checked the mirror.

An ugly bruise had formed where his fist had hit my face. I pulled my hoodie over my face in attempt to hide it.

Taking a deep breath, I set of to go back to the canteen.

Tony's P.O.V

I was fuming. The other avengers and I were getting ready for the Q & A, setting up our plan to humiliate that 'Flash' kid. Captain Frisbee had run into him earlier, and told us he really was as annoying as we had imagined.

That's when Fri had told me about some footage she found with Peter and the bully. I saw Pete walk away from the bathrooms, hiding his face with his hoodie.

Everyone was silent.

That is, until Loki spoke up. "He's going to suffer. Who took my knives."

"I'll lend you some of mine." Nat told him, her fists clenched.

Ah, when two killing machines come together to protect a cinnamon roll.

"I call dibs on the bazooka." Birdbrain said.

"No knives, and Clint- Wait! You have a bazooka?" Captain Frisbee asked, looking terrified. Then again, Birdbrain could probably destroy the entire tower if he had a bazooka.

"Alright, Clint, give me that bazooka. Nat, Loki, no knives." Pepper told them, taking charge.

"Yeah, too much paper work." I agreed, mostly because I didn't want to face her wrath.
She raised her eyebrows at me, but turned to the others without saying anything.