POV: Peter Parker
Don't ask why I changed it, and sorry for getting kinda sidetracked while writing this! It's way too long haha.

The sound of my alarm buzzing took me out of my beauty sleep, as MJ calls it, and I groaned loudly. I felt like I'd gotten absolutely no sleep, which was probably true considering the fact that my late night patrol went a little south.

And by a little, I mean I broke one of my femurs.

Little ol' me also nearly gave Mr. Stark a heart attack when Karen alerted Friday to alert him when it happened. Who knows what Aunt May would've done if she'd known; that's right, she doesn't know. Never bothered to tell her that her nephew is Spider-Man and routinely gets himself hurt in a lot of stupid ways.

Last night might take the crown for that category though, with how easily I could've dodged that. But alas, I was busy teasing the criminal about his monologue and the fact that he wasn't a very good robber. Like seriously, if you're going to rob a jewelry store, don't set off any alarms.

It still hurt a little, but with my enhanced healing, my leg was going to be fine once I ate something. I still kind of dragged it though, with a slight limp. My cover would be that I fell down the stairs.

I pulled my hand out from underneath my back and moved it towards the general direction of my desk. Somehow, I managed to press the large button on my phone to silence the alarm, and it immediately started playing my favorite songs playlist. I could've just asked Karen via voice to stop the wake up call, but I preferred it this way; what can I say, Spider-Man struggles to wake up on time. (The song is Mr. Blue Sky).

Sun is shinin' in the sky
There ain't a cloud in sight
It's stopped rainin' everybody's in the play
And don't you know
It's a beautiful new day, hey hey

The song lyrics echoed throughout my bedroom, and I happily mouthed along to it. I would've sung it, but I didn't want to piss off my neighbors any more that I had already.

I rolled out of bed and landed painfully on the floor. I'll admit it, I didn't think that one through all the way. But most of the time, I don't think before acting, and I just do. That's why I also have Baby Monitor Protocols for my multi-million dollar suit designed by Tony Stark.

Running down the Avenue
See how the sun shines brightly
In the city, on the streets where once was pity
Mr. Blue Sky is living here today, hey hey

I crossed the room to my wooden dresser. Pulling out a pair of jeans and a an old band t-shirt, I threw them into the bathroom and started the water. Then, I got in and tried to be fast about it. After only a few minutes however, I realized I'd never checked the clock this morning. Uh-oh.

I dressed quickly and shrugged on one of Mr. Stark's old MIT sweatshirts; I had acquired a few different ones over the past year and a half and drove my mentor crazy. He was always stuck wondering where they'd ended up, only to find me hugging one closely.

My phone buzzed again with a text. I frowned when it interrupted my music, but relaxed when I saw it was only a text from Ned. DUDE WHERE THE FRICK ARE YOU?? THE BUS IS LEAVING SOON. WE HAVE A FIELD TRIP!!

My jaw dropped, since when did we have a field trip? Especially one I was about to miss? Uh-oh.

***

"Mr. Parker!" Mr. Harrison called out when I finally ran up the steps of our bus. "I was getting worried we'd have to leave without you."

I nodded and put up a apologetic smile. Then, I started down the aisle towards where I saw Ned motioning for me to sit by him. Suddenly, the bus lurched forward and I stumbled back into the seat next to him.

Flash laughed but otherwise returned his attention to his phone.

"IamsososorrydudeIforgottotellyouyesterday!" Ned said hastily in only one breath. He noticed my look of confusion and repeated what he said, a little bit slower this time, "I am so, so sorry, dude. I forgot to tell you yesterday."

"Where's the field trip to?" I asked, genuinely curious. I also opened up my phone and thoroughly looked through the dozens of texts from MJ and Ned that I'd missed before.

Ned gulped.

And speaking of MJ, "Stark Tower." I felt the blood leave my face as I turned around to face her. She smirked and leaned over the seat at me.

"What's up, Parker? Scared we'll find out about you being a big phony?" Flash's jeering voice met our ears and MJ made a rude gesture at him. Let's just say that it shut him up quickly.

My excuse for being Spider-Man was that I had a Stark internship, and nobody bought it anyway. It was fine by me; no attention drawn, and no questions asked except for moments like this when the subject came up. Only Ned and MJ knew the whole truth.

"We're here!" Betty squealed and pointed out the window.

"Alrighty everyone. Get your things, silence phones, and let's go!" My teacher announced loudly. Nobody moved so he clapped his hands together a few times. That got them going.

I stepped off the bus and admired the view, although it was much better when I was actually swinging by it from above. It wasn't as impressive as that, but still pretty cool. Ned bumped into me, also pushing me through the large glass doors.

"Why are you limping?" He whispered directly int

What if everyone blew my cover? Flash sure was determined to make a big point about how stupid I was, and news can travel extremely fast in the tower. The latest rumors were about what happened to Spider-Man when he was limping badly through the front entrance and was forced to take the private elevator up to medical.

"--My name is Angie and I'll be your tour guide today!" A cheery woman at the front of my class broke me outta my thoughts. "First things first, we have to get our badges. These will allow you entry into some of the floors we'll bee visiting today, so do not lose them!"

Angie also added something in under her breath, "Happy might just kill you for that."

She further explained the badge system, including ID's for interns and color codes. Then, she all handed us a light blue tipped key card, attached to a lanyard leading the company name. Angie winked at me, recognizing me from a lab when I would occasionally help out. I don't why she didn't just tell me to use my own, but the most likely explanation was that someone told her. Cough cough, Happy.

Friday read our names and level aloud when we passed through. The AI was also secretly scanning our belongings for anything that was out of order. But my class didn't know that, nor need to.

"Parker, Peter. Al--" Something peculiar happened; Friday screwed up and hesitated. Worst of all, she almost read out the wrong status for me. Maybe the programming to not give me away was only recently added in a bug hurry. "--Guest."

Nobody else seemed to notice except my friends, who snickered at my cherry red face. I don't want to say I panicked, but I panicked. A lot. Was that even a legit flaw? Or did someone do that on purpose? Maybe I'm just a tad bit paranoid.

"Okay," Angie announced once we'd all cleared the gate, "Today we have a very interesting line up. We start with a tour of the finest labs, and move through the upper floors until a..."

She motioned to us for a drum roll. But, only a few people (Ned, MJ, Betty, Abraham and I) participated.

If Angie was disappointed, she certainly didn't let it show on her face. "Q and A session!"

Flash raised one eyebrow, and based on other skeptical looks Angie got, no one was really interested.

"With Tony Stark."

More silence.

Angie was getting a little desperate now for a better reaction, "And maybe an Avenger or two!" And that got people's attention fast. Including mine.

Y'know that feeling you get when something feels off? Like something is going to inevitably go wrong and turn out to be a massive failure? Yeah, this is the moment I felt it.

***

"Does Parker really have an internship?" Flash shouted before we exited the final lab  of the tour. I tried to shrink, or turn invisible, or just disappear into dust.

The scientists didn't respond, and we all know how Flash would react to that; he even grinned evilly, knowing he'd won. He certainly wasn't used to losing that much.

From here, we're supposed to go through the elevator and up to the Avengers training room floor. That way, every student could fit withou being too crowded with each other. And also-- ew, physical contact with a load of sweaty kids.

Fortunately, it was the last part of the field trip, and we'd be immediately heading back to the buses afterwards. Unfortunately, the elevator could only hold so many people, and I got stuck on the second batch.

Oh, and did I mention that the second batch was only me and Flash? Perfect, and note the sarcasm.

The doors opened with a small ding and we both stepped inside. He glared at me-- most likely cause of what had happened the day before-- and opened his big mouth to shoot off an insult. But luckily, someone stepped inside.

Flash's jaw dropped and I gulped nervously at the sight of the legendary Black Widow. It wasn't really her I was afraid of, but instead my identity protection.

"Y- you're the Black Widow!" Flash exclaimed.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, menacingly. "And?"

"Can I have your autograph? Or a photo?" He added eagerly.

I stifled a laugh, earning another dirty look.

Natasha, being a spy and all, noticed and reached into her jacket pocket. Pulling out a hand gun, (where does she hide these things?) she effortlessly switched it into her other pocket. "Could you repeat that?"

Flash took a step back and blushed. "Nevermind." Natasha winked at me outta the corner of her eye.

We stepped out and she went to the front of the room to stand by Mr. Stark. He tried to put a friendly hand on her shoulder, but Natasha wordlessly pushed it away, and gave him a look that said, touch me again, I fucking dare you.

"Welcome... Midtown whatever-the-hell-your-name-is." Mr. Stark said, while yawning. I could tell he really didn't want to be here when he could be working on something more important.

I knew if Pepper hadn't dragged him here, he would still be upstairs with a soda, listening to AC/DC. I smiled at the thought.

"Questions, weirdos?" Mr. Stark asked, and Natasha punched him in the shoulder, although she probably would've said something relatively similar.

A dozen hands raised, but before anyone could answer, Friday's alarms went off. And I thought nothing could be more annoying than my morning alarm.

"Captain Rogers has an urgent message, sir."

Mr. Stark and Natasha shared a glance before she pulled out her phone and spoke some sort of passcode. I already knew that it was a direct line to Clint, although he probably got the alert from Steve too.

Mr. Stark held up a hand and motioned for Angie and Happy (who I hadn't even noticed before) to cancel the tour. Then, while his face was hidden, he said barely above a whisper, so that only I could hear with my enhanced hearing, "All hands on deck, Spidey. Sneak out, Happy'll officially cover for you later."

I smiled. Even though there was danger, I would be able to help.

Oookay, so this is 2066 words. Literally the longest chapter I've ever published. ┐( ∵ )┌ And only half of it is relevant to the theme oops--

My inclusion of the song earlier was primarily cause I love that song so much. :))