By Hail_The_Gay

2 Peter has to stay home and his classmates catch him in his lab

"Remember to get the permission slips for the secret field trip on Thursday signed and on my desk by tomorrow!" Ms.Whitman called out to her 8th period psychology class. "Peter? Can you come up here?" She called out to Peter right before he walked out of the door.

"Yes? What did you need, Ms.Whitman?"

"I'm sorry to say, but you can't go on the field trip on Thursday. You have too many unexcused absences." Ms.Whitman explained.

"Oh? But I've been able to go on others."

"This one is different. Sorry Peter, I wish you could've gone. Now get to 9th period before you're late!"

Peter raced outside of the classroom and sprinted into his Biology class and slid into his seat in the back 10 seconds before the bell rang. Even though this section was his favorite, Understanding Genetics. He traced the patterns of the wood on his desk with his eyes instead of paying attention. He could just learn from Bruce, who majored in Genetic Science in college and had a great understanding of it. He was brought back out of his trance when he heard his name being called.

"-eter, Peter!"

"Hmm?" Peter questioned, not having heard the question.

"I asked you a question." His teacher, Mr. Ihlefeld asked.

"Could you repeat it please?"

"Which uses the bases adenine, thymine, cytosine, and guanine? DNA, or RNA?"

"DNA, sir." Peter knew it right off the top of his head. Having had a few study sessions with Bruce when he was in the med bay and incredibly bored.

"Good job Peter!"

Once the bell had finally rung, Peter made his way down to the band room to grab his sousaphone and meet up with his friend Gwen Stacy, who was in the color guard They walked down to the parking lot, where they usually practiced. He waved to Morgan on the way down, who was practicing her routine, she waved back to him and restarted the flipping toss she was practicing with her friends. She was on the high school Cheer team, being one of the few 8th graders good enough to get on it. They got into position and started doing warm-ups, the whole band started jogging in circles around the parking lot after they'd stretched. Once they had ran three laps, they did crunches and push-ups. Then everyone did warm-ups to the match of their own instrument, Peter doing squats with his backpack on his left shoulder, to half match the weight of the instrument, and Gwen did lots of core exercises, more crunches and push-up planks. An hour had passed and they started doing the actual marches. Peter saw a car pull up in the corner of his eye. A black Audi. "FUck. No. Happy can't come now!" He thought. Then the door opened. Out stepped a beautiful women, wearing a loose blue t-shirt and black shorts. Her red vans contrasted from the darker parts of the outfit. Her vibrant red hair pinned up on her head in a bun. It was Nat. Nat was coming to pick him up, an hour early. No. She can't do that. She walked over to Mr. Applebee, his conductor. She handed him a note and he looked up towards Peter after reading it. He nodded towards the school and Peter solemnly walked off. Nat following him. "Is that black widow?" "Why is she picking Peter up from practice?" All of his band mates awed in wonder. He walked into the band room from the side door and put his sousaphone in it's case. "Hey маленький паук" Natasha tried to start a conversation. "Hey мама паук, how did you get past Mr. Applebee? I can't even leave early for field trips when I'm in class." Peter questioned.

"I have my ways. Do not question my ways."

"Are we getting Morgan?"

"Of course! Do you think we'd leave your sister behind?"

"Heh, Ye."

"Peter!" Then she laughed. "Lets go get Morgan."

They went back outside and pulled Morgan out of cheer. Peter grabbed her bag and Morgan back-handspringed towards them. They all got in the car, Peter in the passenger and Morgan in the back. They had a silent drive back to the Tower. Natasha pulled in to the parking garage in the back and helped the kids out. Once they had gotten inside and up to the living room, they were greeted by everyone. Bucky was making Oreo flavored chocolate chip cookies, they were a new recipe and everyone loved them. Especially Peter, who had gone through 15 of them in 7 minutes.

"Peter! I can't keep on baking forever!" Buck complained when he noticed most of the cookies gone.

"You can if you try hard enough."

"I'll make one more batch, that's it."

"Thank you!" Peter yelled down to him as he walked down the hall to his room. It was large, had a king sized bed with a navy blue comforter. Two large desks, one for regular work and the other for just homework. There was a connecting room to his lab and the main room had vintage Star Wars posters all over the wall. A display case with the Lego death star and other Star Wars things, like action figures and other Lego sets. Then his favorite, a giant family picture on the wall, of all of the Avengers and his siblings. Morgan sat on Steve's shoulder one leg over the other. Peter sat on the other, pretty much the same way, with one of his feet on Nat's shoulder and the other on Tony's even though you could barely see it. Harley stood in front of Steve, next to Tony. Everyone else crowded around them, smiles wide and nice clothing. Peter adored this picture. He sat down at his homework desk, and pulled out his Calculus, and Biology work. Racing through it, Pop was cooking pasta that night, his favorite. Peter raced downstairs and slid into his usual seat next to Scott, who piled up alfredo on Peter's plate, knowing he would be done with it in 4 minutes.

"So, any special announcements, Peter?" Tony asked from across the table.

"A secret field trip that I can't go on because of too many missed absences." He replied.

"How about you stay home that day and help me with the Thunderbird in the lab. I'm too large to fit under the car and I think DUM-E stole my jack."

"I'd love to Dad! Yesss." He fist pumped and started clearing his plate.

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Peter woke up later than usual, since he wasn't going to be at school that day. He trudged down to the kitchen and grabbed one of the many boxes of Pop-Tarts from his special cupboard and went into the lab. He changed quickly in there, into basketball shorts and a tank top, that showed off his muscles. He went up to DUM-E and asked politely,

"Did you steal the jack?"

DUM-E whirred in approval and went to go get it for him. Once the jack was back in his hands, he slid under the Thunderbird with a wrench and started working on it. After about 56 minutes, he heard his Dad's footsteps walk into the lab and pop the hood of the car, to work on the corrosion and jump it when they finished with the restoration. Tony called for FRIDAY to play some ACDC and as Peter's running joke, when the first song came on, he screeched,

"i LoVE LeD ZEPplIn"

Which in return he received a kick on the bottom of his foot from his Dad. Peter just giggled. Peter got up out from under the car, he loved working on it but found that his metabolism was too fast for him to skip lunch. Nat had come in with a tray of sandwiches, which Peter happily devoured.

"How's the car coming along?" Nat asked.

"It's going great, I'm trying to reinstall the vacuum line setup, which is proving to be difficult but it's moving along."

Nat didn't seem to hear him, she was too busy staring out the window of the lab. Peter noticed and looked to her line of sight.

Shit.

It was his class. Mouths wide open in shock. Here he was covered in car oil and grease.

"Can we hijack the tour Pete?"

"No. Natasha please."

"маленький паук, it will be so fun!"

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Fine."

Natasha clapped in joy and beckoned for the little spider to follow her outside, where they threw Happy off tour duty.

"Less work for me" He said, getting in the elevator and going to his floor.

"Hello, children. Меня зовут Наташа Романова, и я собираюсь убить кого-нибудь сегодня вечером, когда узнаю, кто из вас, маленький лохот, издевается над Питером."

"What Nat's saying is that she is so glad you guys could come tour today!" Peter translated (That's not what she's actually saying so if you wanna know, google translate)

"I speak Russian, that's not what she's saying."

"Nobody fucking cares Cindy." Peter hissed back at the innocent girl.

"Well, I fucking care" Cindy mumbled.
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"Anyways..." Nat started, back in english, "I'm assuming you have yet to see the intern labs? This is a science and technology school. Why would you be on a field trip to see the Avengers and their shit?" She didn't wait for anyone to answer and started walking towards the elevator. Peter meekly followed, hoping Ned or MJ would find him at the front and save him from this misery.

"Fri? Floor 44 please."

"Of course Natasha." FRIDAY calmly stated before jerking the elevator in the direction of the floor beneath them. When the elevator dinged and came to a complete stop, they stepped out to find 20-30 year olds walking around, mostly in sweatpants and t-shirts for the younger ones, as mid-terms were upon the stressed bunch.

"Welcome to the Environment R&D labs. The Medical and Biology R&D lab are on the other side of this floor, so they might visit us. Do not touch anything unless given permission to. Stay here for a second. Peter? Can you go grab McKinzie please?"

Everyone stepped out to look around, while Peter ran off in the earth science sections of the Bio labs to grab McKinzie one of the part-time tour guide interns. She welcomed other to the floor, giving a brief run down about what they did and set them to run free. Peter caught sight of the blond hair, pulled back into a pony tail. He firmly grasped her shoulder to grab her attention.

"McKinzie! We need you for an intro."

"Oh, yeah hold on one second Junior." See... Most of the Tech and Bio students call him junior as a sweet nickname in tribute to his Dad. He acted just like the mentor some days with less of an Asshole personality and they found it fitting. He found it sweet. McKinzie quickly put down a potted cactus named Jake from State farm and said bye to Flo from Progressive before leaving the room with Peter. They got to the elevator where Peter's classmates were waiting patiently for him to come back. McKinzie noticed how young they were and when Peter stood next to Ned and gave him a kiss on the cheek, she started snorting.

"Junior? This is your class?"

"Yeah..." Peter hid his face in his boyfriends shoulder.

McKinzie just laughed harder, doubling over, trying to catch her breath. When she composed herself again, she finally welcomed the students with a bright smile.

"Welcome all to the Enviro section of the floor 44 R&D labs. My name is McKinzie and I work in the earth sciences environment. I'm glad you are here. Go have fun." All of the kids scattered and went to look at peoples stations, politely asking about their work. Peter on the other hand had been on this floor many times and since most of his intern friends were in the Enviro and Tech parts of this floor, he had a lab station in both of them. He went to his lab, "Peter Parker" clearly labeled on the sign outside the glass walls. Peter went over to the holo-table in the middle of the room and brought up his new Spider-Suit design, with more functions, like better heating. He didn't want to give Dad a heart attack again after he almost went into hibernation a few winters ago. Speaking of which, a knock on the door signifying someone was there was loud and firm. The man himself, Tony Stark. Tony sat in the chair next to Peter when he was let in and said hi.

"Afternoon Bubba, how are you?"

"'M good Dad."

"Watcha working on?"

"New Spider-Suit. I don't wanna go into hibernation again in a few months."

"Fair. Is it ok if I pull up my new bot on your table? I wanna hang with you Bubba."

"Yeah, It's fine!" Peter leaned into his father, giving him a side hug. Tony cut the table in half screen-wise and brought up his project: A new bot named Snickers. If we have a Butterfingers we're going to have a Snickers is what Tony said to Steve when he'd been in his lab for 2 days. Tony twirled his fingers around, virtually attaching things to the robot. He heard another knock on the door and when he turned down his music (Indie Rock) he let the knocker in. It was Ned. He gave his boyfriend a kiss and added a third section to the table so Ned could work on his robotics project. Both of the people next to Peter worked nimbly and quickly while Peter sat there, stuck with inventors block.

"You might want to move away, I'm going to start building it." Peter offhandedly commented. Tony and Ned made worried faces and quickly moved their tables to different edges of the room. Peter moved to different cabinets, hopping on counters to grab the chemicals and materials he needed.

"That's what stools are for! Peter, no. Peter GET OFF THE COUNTERS!" Tony started screaming at him. Peter rolled his eyes and while reaching for some iron blocks, turned around so above his waist faced Tony, and hissed at him. The shouting and hissing started bringing attention. Only Ned noticed the crowd gathering outside Peter's lab. Ned snickered into his chest as Tony got up, furious, grabbed Peter by the waist, pulling him down while Peter just crossed his arms and glared at the man holding him. Ned had calmed himself down finally and turned back around towards the glass walls. The faces he were focused on were Flash's, MJ's and any other interns. Flash had the most furious and confused face. MJ just looked annoyed at Peter standing on the counter and having Tony pull him off. All of the Intern faces he looked at were trying to contain their laughter. Ned faced his attention back towards the fighting pair.

"-Ld Man, I do this every day. It's only 3 feet off of the ground! I'm 50 feet up at least!" Peter screamed at his dad.

"It's different when you're Peter! FNS is a completely different persona!" Tony screamed back at the 16 year old. The whole super family used FNS instead of saying Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man when there was a possibility of people listening to them.

"It's really not, Dad! Same person! Different face."

"What ever. I bet Nat would agree with me!"

"Don't bring Tasha into this, but Pops would agree with me first of all."

"Don't bring your father into this." Tony turned away with his arms crossed around his chest. Mock offense. Peter just held his hand to his head in annoyance. He took a deep breath in.

"...You are my father. Imeanbutsoishebutyouknowwhatimean."

"I know what you mean. Truce?"

"Truce. I promise not to walk on the counters anymore."

"Good."

Tony pulled Peter in for a hug and their whole audience clapped, except Flash. Who sported the most pissed off look. Oh, shit. this is going to be hard to explain. Peter thought.