Beth sat down near the front of the classroom, pulling out her book and pencil case without even looking. Peter joined, slapping the neatly covered schoolbook on the desk. He looked at the board, already eyeing the equation written in the corner.
If you minus that from that, divide it by 22... he stared at it, working it out in his head. He didn't notice as the teacher walked in, open her laptop and start the roll.

"Peter Parker?"

Everybody's eyes turned to him as he jumped, blinking at the teacher. "Uh, here. Sorry."

The woman smiled. "Welcome." She finished the roll and stood up, walking in front of the board. "So, we have a new student with us today. Peter, welcome to out class. I'm Miss Trent. Do you mind introducing yourself to the class? Maybe tell us a little about yourself?"

"Of course. Um, I'm Peter Parker, I moved here from Queens, and I like science and math and building things."

Miss Trent went to say something but was cut off as Damon called from the back of the room.

"Where do your parents work?"

Peter froze, thinking quickly. Every single pair of eyes watched him, waiting for his answer. He relaxed and smiled. "Stark Industries."

Damon snorted as the rest of the class started whispering. "Yeah right."

Peter merely showed him his wrist, the watch flashing in the light. Beth gave him a raised eyebrow. "I thought you were saying with a family friend?" She whispered.

"Well, I basically think of them as my parents, I've actually called them mum and dad before and they both work at SI, so. It's not really a lie?" He said, giving her an awkward smile. She rolled her eyes, smiling.

"Fair enough."

Math was going pretty easy so far. Linear equations had been drilled into Peter's mind when he was ten, so they weren't that much of a deal. He was quick to answer, ignoring Damon's snickers. Miss Trent glared at the bully. "Damon, if I have to speak to you again, then you will get detention." Damon quietened down, muttering something under his breath. The teacher gave Peter and Beth a small smile and continued.

The rest of the day went smoothly and Peter walked out the doors with a smile. He hopped into the Rolls Royce, strapping himself in. "Hey Mister Stark."

"Hey kid, how was school?"

"It actually wasn't that bad."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "You were expecting it to be bad?"

Peter shrugged. "Kinda? But the teachers and Mr Jackson were really nice, I made a new friend, and its a really nice school."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, kid." Tony started the engine, zooming down the road. "Lets get McDonald's."

Peter cheered and opened his phone which was vibrating with an onslaught of messages.

The Dorkalicious Chat
"Queen of All Dorks" changed "Dork Bug" name to "Traitor"

Queen of All Dorks
How dare you

Darth Legoman
HOW WAS SCHOOOOOOOL
TELL USSSSSS

Queen of All Dorks
Get your butt back to Midtown ASAP before I spray RAID in your sleep

Darth Legoman
MJ be nice
And ask him how his day was!
It was his first day

Queen of All Dorks
BuT hE bEtRaYeD uS
He MuSt bE pUnIsHeD fOr HiS cRiMeS aGaInSt hIs qUeEn

Traitor
Woah hello spam
Also why MJ
Just why
And my day was good Ned, thanks for asking
Unlike sOmEbOdY

Queen of All Dorks
As your queen u am under no obligation to ask how your day was
I*
...
Also I'm glad it was good

Darth Legoman
OooooOOOOOOoooooo
do I smell love-

Traitor
NED

Queen of All Dorks
Mr Leeds how dare you make such a claim I shall have you beheaded

"Darth Legoman" changed "Queen of All Dorks'" name to "Queen of Hearts"

Queen of Hearts
Excuuuuuse you

"Queen of Hearts" changed their name to "Queen of All Dorks"

Queen of All Dorks
I change the names around here
Also Peter did you actually learn to talk and make friends without completely dying

Traitor
Bold of you to assume I'm alive
And yes
She's really nice
And has a weird habit of sneaking up on me
YASSSSSSS NUGEEEETS

Darth Legoman
*gasp* nUgGeTs!?
GIMMEEEEEE

Queen of All Dorks
Give me nuggets
Tax

Traitor
NOPE
MINEEEEEEE
I lost the game

Darth Legoman
I lost the gaaaaaaame

Queen of All Dorks
DANG IT PARKER I DIDN'T REMEMBER IT ALL DAY
I lost. The game.
Also you will be punished for tax evasion

Peter snorted, munching on his nuggets before taking a bite of his quarter pounder. Life was good.

Tony took a bite out of his own cheeseburger. "Dis is goob," he said, his mouth full.

"Mister Stark, one should not talk with tour mouth full. It is bad manners," Peter responded in a posh voice. Tony pulled a face and pretended to dive at him, chuckling as Peter's arm shot up to protect the food.

"How are your friends doing?"

"They seem good. MJ's mad at me and has now dubbed me as 'Traitor', Ned's still his hyper self. Oh yeah, I was wondering if they could come over tomorrow?"

Tony nodded,  keeping his eyes on the road. "Sounds like a plan, kid. Lab night tonight?"

Peter nodded enthusiastically, taking another bite out of the nugget with a smile. Life was definately good.