This chapter was a request from @rwoowoo and I apologise for how long it's taken to write and post!

Ships: Stony, SpideyPool

Warnings: Swearing, exercise,

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"What do you mean I'm not allowed to go on the field trip?!" Peter exclaimed, looking at his science teacher in shock.

The science teacher - Mr Hall - shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. "I tried to tell the principal that he was being a fucking asshole and needed to grow up, but he just waved me off. Don't worry, though. You can take the day off without repercussions."

Peter's class was going on a field trip to Stark Towers, because of course they were. It was just his lucky

"Did he say why I couldn't go?" Peter asked with a hiss, looking like he wanted nothing more then to go murder the man.

"Some bullshit about it being inappropriate for a student to field trip to their own home. Utter stupidity, honestly." The science teacher explained. "He's probably still pissed at your parents for breaking those windows."

While a very small number of people knew Peter as Stark-Rogers instead of Parker, that number included both his principal - who had to know for legal reasons - and his science teacher, who just somehow knew.

The window incident, however, occurred when Tony and Steve decided they needed to break into the high school to sneakily give Peter his lunch, not realising he'd brought lunch money. They'd broken nearly half the windows in the school before they decided to just text Peter - who said he could buy cafeteria food.

The principal had not been impressed.

"Cheer up, kid! You won't have to deal with the little fuckers you call classmates for a whole extra day!" The teacher tried to sooth, but was also half glowering at the empty desks.

Peter sent his teacher a bitch face, not impressed. "Hey! Some of those little fuckers are my friends."

"Eh, I don't mean them. For the most part." Mr Hall waved him off. "Now go home, I want to get drunk in my office and having children around is considered child endangerment."

Peter snickered but proclaimed his goodbyes and nearly ran out of the classroom. Now he just needed to figure out what he was going to do tomorrow.

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At 4am the next morning, Wade burst into Peter's bedroom - waking the teen up. "Peter-Pie! I'm spending the day with you, time to get out of bed."

"Wade, if you don't fuck off right now I'm going to skin you alive." Peter hissed, coveting his head in a pillow.

"Don't be a Debbie-Downer, the readers don't want to read about your atrocious sleeping habits." Wade replied, yanking the bedding, and Peter, off of the bed. Spider-Man groaned loudly from the floor, hissing at his boyfriend before standing up.

Storming towards the bathroom, Peter was tired and pissed off. "Fine, I'm up. You have to make breakfast while I get dressed, though."

Deadpool cried a quick 'Yes!' before running out of his boyfriends bedroom, towards the kitchen. Let's just say that the Avengers were NOT happy to be woken up by Deadpool singing Uptown Girls while cooking at 4am.

Once awake, heavily caffeinated, and ready for the day, Peter and Wade began their day full of fun, food, and adventures.

Which basically just means they binge watched the Harry Potter movies for 8 hours while eating junk food.

Anyway, at about 1pm Peter let out a loud groan and sat up from the couch. "I suppose we should go be active people and work of the calories we just ate, ugh."

"UGHHHHHH!" Wade shrieked into a couch cushion, but they decided to be active people anyway.

The brunette teen had completely forgotten that his class was touring the tower at that point, so he wasn't concerned about his classmates seeing him. He should have been, though.

As the teens stood awkwardly in the training room, unsure of what training they should do to burn off so many calories, Wade had an idea.

"Would you do the honour of dancing with me?" Wade asked dramatically, getting down on one knee with a mischievous smirk.

Peter blinked at him for a moment, surprised, before nodding with a matching smirk - deciding to play along. "Of course, the honour is mine. What song do you wish to dance to?"

"Well we could tango to El Tango De Roxanne." Wade announced, grabbing Peter's hands and pulling him into a close tango embrace. "Or ballet dance to Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairy."

"I have a better idea!" Peter exclaimed, turning his face towards the roof. "Friday, please play Shake It Off by Taylor Swift. Now Wade, let's waltz."

Deadpool snickered but nodded, waiting for the music to star playing before they began to enthusiastically waltz to the odd choice of pop music.

The dramatic dipping, twirling, and swaying continued, until the song finally ended and Wade pulled Peter into a very couple-ish kiss, which was when the training room fell silent.

Then the clapping began. "Wooo! Bravo! Bravo!"

MJ, Ned, Shuri (who had arrived at the tower minutes prior to see her girlfriend), along with Mr Hall, were loudly cheering while throwing handfuls of rainbow biodegradable glitter at the couple. Where they got the glitter, nobody knows.

The two teenage heroes separated quickly, staring at the wide eyed and blushing bright red.

Neither would have been embarrassed by their friends watching them dance, perhaps not their teacher, either, but they weren't the only ones there.

Peter's entire astonished class was.

Spider-Man turned to his friends, alarmed. "I forgot about the field trip, didn't I?"

"Yep."

The teenager let out a long, deep breath of horror. "Are they going to snap out of their shock anytime soon?"

"Yep."

As if shaken out of their haze, each of Peter's classmates let out an indignant cry of confusion. "What the fuck?!"

"Mind your fucking language, assholes." Steve exclaimed as he, Tony, and the rest of the avengers entered the training room from behind the class.

Tony rolled his eyes at his husbands antics, looking at Peter instead. "Peter, why is there a duck and a crate of peas in the kitchen?"

The rest of the Avengers nodded, not looking concerned but extremely intrigued instead.

"Because Jermaine is the best duck in the world and needs peas. He's my precious white feather ball." The teen half cooed, getting snickers from everyone, except his even more confused classmates, around him.

Thor looked at his boyfriend, Bruce, with pure confusion. "Wait, the white thing is a duck? I thought that was a baby horse."

"Why the fuck would you think that?!"