I'm back at school, yay (yes, that was sarcasm). It's only the second day an I already have a bazillion assessment to do and every class has given me homework!

This one-shot is a request from Brohelp and a picture of the request is above!

Ships: IronStrange

Warnings: Swearing, does good Flash need a warning? Idk

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Peter Stark-Strange had had a really weird day. He had woken up covered in purple glitter, green toy army men, whipped cream, and 27 red, 15 green, 31 yellow, 8 orange, 19 blue, and 12 pink crayons (yes, he did count them).

Then he had realised that every pair of shoes that he owned, except for his favourite pair of red glittery high heels, had been lit on fire.

But that wasn't all.

No, the entire tower was completely empty of people, every window on the 9th floor was open, the lounge room floor was covered in yellow Kinetic sand, and there was an alligator in Peter's bathtub.

Now, before you ask, no the Avengers had not had a party, nor had anyone gotten drunk or high. There was no real reason that Peter had woken up the way he did and with the house the way it was.

Even though the situation had been really weird, Peter didn't care all that much. He ignored the Kinetic sand, told Friday to close all the windows, put on his high heels, and got dressed for school.

Humming the melody of 'Helpless' as he went, Peter drifted between the rude New-York-ians. He might have purposely shoved a couple of Karen's of the way but they deserved it.

Anyway, after what felt like hours to the Brunette, he finally made it to Midtown High. By this point he had hummed most of the Hamilton soundtrack, receiving only a few confused stares from tourists that weren't used to minding their own business. He had also gotten into a fist fight with a random guy who insisted that Lin-Manuel Maranda sucked.

That guy was now missing 5 teeth and had a broken nose.

Strutting into his high school like a newly pregnant runway model on a mission to slaughter her baby daddy, Peter realised he was over five and a half hours late. "Ah, fuck!"

"Peter Benjamin Parker! You are late to school for the ninth time this week!" Mrs Dexal screeched, storming down the hallway.

"But its only Wednesday!" Peter responded, frowning at the Karen standing before him.

Mrs Drexel was in her mid 40s, Karen hair cut, very obviously fake tan, strangely sharp fingernails. Even though she was a teacher she would always complain about having to work, saying that she should be payed by the school for looking after her 'babies!' so she that she didn't have to turn up for work.

If she was told to do something then she would complain about the school board being sexist, even if a male teacher was given the same task.

How she even got a teaching job in the first place is astounding! She couldn't do basic maths, could barley read, didn't know a thing about science, hated children, and was disrespectful to all her fellow staff members.

"I will be informing the principal about your horrible language and you will be suspended! Unless.." She smirked, staring at him with an evil gleam in her eyes, "you tell me everything you know about Miss Sze!"

Miss Sze and Mrs Drexel had an ongoing feud over who is the best teacher. Miss Sze was obviously winning but Mrs Drexel didn't know that.

"She's a lesbian, totally has a thing for Black Widow, dyes her hair once a fortnight, hates onion, loves the colour purple." Peter said, getting a malicious grin from the Karen.

"You're free to go, Parker, but don't be late again!" She announced, storming off to yell at somebody else.

Peter rolled his eyes and continued strutting through the halls, making his way to his last class of the day.

Slamming the classroom door open, Peter screamed his greeting at the top of his lunges. "Morning motherfuckers!"

It was not morning.

"Mr Parker," the teacher sighed, he had been hoping for one day without Peter. One day! "please just take your seat."

Peter pouted but did as his teacher asked, sitting down next to Ned. Only minutes after he had sat down, his Peter Tingle started going off.

Something wasn't right...

Looking around the room, Peter noticed exactly why he felt like he was in danger. It was because he wasn't!

Okay, maybe saying that Flash was dangerous was a little bit far fetched but the author was too lazy to think up something else to write.

At the back of the room sat Eugene Thompson, who was listening to something with his AirPods and ignoring the world around him.

Peter shrugged, as long as Flash wasn't in mortal danger, planning murder, or bullying him, he didn't really care what he did in his free time.

Peter ignored whatever the teacher was saying, more focused on not bursting into song. His teacher probably wouldn't like it if he started singing 'Wait For It' at the top of his lunges.

After about twenty minutes the home time bell started ringing, making the teacher sigh in relief. "Go the fuck home, all of you. I don't want to see any of your faces again until Tuesday next week."

Ned, MJ and Peter made their way to the hallway, all three of them snickering as Peter old his friends about his encounter with Mrs Drexel. The two non-superheroes left quickly, MJ not wanting to be late for an equality rally and Ned had a family dinner to attend.

The Brunette teenager walked out of the school, taking out his phone in hopes of soothing his growing anxiety. Peter was so enraptured by whatever Tumblr post he was reading that he started walking on autopilot towards the tower.

It wasn't until Peter found himself on a strangely empty street with only a handful of other people, when he realised that Eugene Thompson was walking a couple steps in front of him.

Peter quickly turned off his phone, curious as to what Flash was listening to. "Flash, Flash! Hey, wait up!"

Peter ran to Eugene's side, making him turn off his music and frown at him. "Parker? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I noticed that you have been acting really weird today so I wanted to ask what you were listening to!" Peter smiled.

"Oh, uh, I've been listening to this musical that I found yesterday. Y-you probably wouldn't like it." Flash answered, looking rather confused over Peter's snooping.

Peter giggled, rolling his eyes at Eugene's words. "You don't know me at all, Flash. Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, Be More Chill, Wicked, Chicago, Hamilton. You name it, I both know and love it!"

"Hamilton, as in Hamilton the musical?" Eugene asked, eyes widening.

"Aha! That what you've been listening too!" Peter grinned, moving his shoulders in order to do a victory dance.

Flash stopped, making Spider-Man pause as well. "What's your favourite song?"

"That's an impossible question to answer! How am I meant to pick between Helpless, Satisfied, Wait for it, Guns and Ships, Farmer Refute, and Your Obedient Servant!" Peter pouted, crossing his arms like a child.

Flash chuckled and they both started to walk again. The two teenagers walked for another half an hour, chatting about their favourite ships and quoting their favourite songs.

It wasn't until they got to a block away from the tower when they needed to split up. Peter went left and Flash went right, neither overly pleased that they could no longer rant to each other about Alexander's shamble of a marriage.

Peter ran back home, grin threatening to tear is face in two.

"Guy! Guys! Guys!" He shouted, running into the kitchen. The Avengers were all sitting at the kitchen table, most likely discussing what had happened the night before.

Most of the superheroes looked like shit, tired, covered in glitter, very dirty, Thor was even asleep!

Stephen Stark-Strange raised an eyebrow at his son. "Yes, Petey?"

"Flash likes Hamilton! Flash likes Hamilton! Flash Likes Hamilton!" Peter shouted, throwing his arms into the air.

Bucky smiled lightly at the boy. "Are you going to repeat everything you say three times?"

"Yes, I am! Yes, I am! Yes, I am!"

Natasha rolled her eyes at Peter's hyper-ness but grinned happily at the teen anyway. "That's great, Peter! Are you two going to be friends now?"

"Hopefully!" Peter smiled, turning to walk out of the room, most likely to text Ned about what had happened.

"Hey, wait! Where were you guys this morning?" Peter asked, turning back around to look at his family.

Tony shrugged. "All I know is that we all woke up in a surprisingly clean dumpster, that was also painted hot pink, a couple blocks away."

"Makes sense." The brunette smiled, starting to skip away.

Before he got out of the room Thor awoke from his sleep, shouting loudly as he looked around the room. "What have you done with my snappy lizard?!"

"Thor," Stephen frowned, "we talked about this. We are not letting you keep an alligator named PopTart in your bathtub!"

"He isn't going to live in my bathtub, he's going to live in Peter's!" Thor shouted, pouting and crossing his arms.

Peter, once agin, turned around to look at his family. "Oh, he's not in my bathtub anymore."

The Avengers all looked at him with wide eyes, Bruce speaking up. "W-what?! Where is he then?!"

"Take a look under the kitchen table." Peter smirked, making the superheroes immediately jump up.

Loud girlish shrieks filled the room as a huge alligator crawled out from under the table, looking rather hungry. Peter simply walked out of the room, closing the kitchen door behind him so that none of his family could escape.

Peter giggled as he left, yelling his goodbyes. "Buh-Bye! This'll teach you not to waste my purple glitter and set fire to my shoes!"