Let's be honest, we all knew a field trip cliche was in order-- edit: I hate this.

Peter Parker yawned and unzipped his forest green colored backpack. He quickly stuffed in his history textbook and his notes journal. Not that he was really taking that many notes in his sleep deprived state.

He blinked slowly and tried to take in the words written on the white board. They were big and blue and underlined, so were they important or somethin'? Peter didn't know or want to know, and rolled down his sweater's sleeves from where they idly sat by his elbows.

Then, he put his head down on top his arms and fell asleep within seconds...

Peter woke up to the sound of the bell ringing and his best friend, Ned, lightly slapping him across the face.

"Dude! C'mon, schools over," He whisper-yelled.

An only slightly disoriented Peter stood up and swung his bag over one shoulder. "Yeah, I didn't notice." He smirked.

Ned rolled his eyes and led his best friend through the classroom door. With the last class of the day over, lots of students now crowded the hallways. Some were trying to just pass through unscathed (a few failing), while others attempted to enter in locker combinations and retrieve their items.

"How do you think you've done on that algebra test?" Peter asked, navigating between his classmates.

Ned grimaced and shrugged. "I wish I had studied a bit more. You?"

"I hope I didn't flunk it," Peter said worriedly before lowering his voice, "I was busy last night with--"

"Wait," Ned froze and held up a hand. It was kind of a bad move in the middle of a bustling hallway, but he was about to enter fanboy mode; Peter braced himself. He was also prepared to cover Ned's mouth with his hand, just in case Ned got too loud. "Were you at Stark Tower again?"

Peter nodded, shifting his hand ever so slightly to get a better angle.

"Ohmygosh! Did you work with Tony Stark like usual, in that great big lab?" Ned grinned widely, completely forgetting the fact that he had something important to tell Peter.

Peter smiled back and opened his mouth to reply, but then--

"Yo, Penis Parker!" Flash's voice echoed throughout the corridor, making everyone go into overdrive and go faster, desperately wanting to escape without being a victim to one of his insults.

"What are you doing with--" He poked Ned in the stomach, "--Tushy here? Setting up another playdate?"

Peter heaved a heavy sigh and lightly pushed Ned away. His best friend didn't get the message at first, didn't want to abandon Peter, but Ned knew that his decision would be final. So, the teenager walked away and lowered his head.

"That's pathetic, even for you!" Flash yelled as one of his goons started laughing. Apparently the sight of somebody walking away was... Funny?

Flash raised his fist. Peter flinched back, mostly on purpose to not draw suspicion. And someone on the sidelines intervened, "Well, aren't you pathetic too, Eugene?"

MJ glared at him and he gawked back, too stunned about the fact that she was defending that dumb kid. Since when were they friends?

It was almost like MJ could read his mind, as she spoke sharply, "Maybe if you'd pay more attention-- and not just in class-- you might've realized that Peter is a friend."

Flash gulped and gestured to his friends their signal for retreat. MJ was a person that could be quite scary when pissed off, so don't get on her bad side.

"Hey, loser," She greeted once most the crowd had cleared.

Peter frowned. "If I'm a loser, then what's Flash?"

"Idiot. Moron. Imbecile. Stupid. Double loser. Assh--"

"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! Language, MJ!" Peter shrieked, his wide eyes expanding even more. "He will hear you!"

Neither of them had to question who he was to know they were talking about the one and only Steve Rogers. Last time the trio had been at the tower, casually working on homework, MJ had said something bad, sending Steve into an entire boring lecture on the topic; Ned had even fallen asleep, resulting in the discussion going in a whole new direction.

The most interesting part though, was the fact that the speech seemed almost too well rehearsed. So that left a burning question: who'd had the Captain Language talk before?

Peter laughed and glanced at his watch. MJ watched as his breath caught in his throat.

"Uh-- Peter?" MJ questioned. He didn't respond. "Cat got your tongue?" Then, he broke off into a sprint.

"Parker!" She yelled one last time. This time, he stopped on a dime and pivoted round to face her. "What the hell is going on?"

"I just remembered that I'm going to be late for dinner with May because we're going to that one Tai restaurant across the street from-- ouch!" Peter had brought his arm up to his face, mere inches from it and accidentally hit himself with the digital face of his watch after saying all that in one breath.

"WAIT PETER!" Ned finally came back from his trip to his own locker and stopped right next to MJ, who had facepalmed at the sight of the brunette running down the hall, shoes squeaking all the way. "Did you tell him?"

She shook her head. "Should we tell him?"

Part 2 will be out tomorrow!