Peter stomach grumbled and he looked down in distaste. He forgot his lunch again. Which normally wouldn't have been so bad, but since his metabolism was abnormally high he had to eat a lot more than normal teens to maintain his godly abs. I mean-

Peter sat down at a table with Ned and MJ.

His stomach chose that moment to growl so loud the entire cafeteria stopped in fear. Most of them thought it was a bear.

"Uhh, I- Um- That was NOT me?" 

Flash burst out laughing. "Sure, cutie, keep telling yourself that." He said loudly and winked. 

Peter rubbed his eyes. Did that just happen? In a dead silent room full of bitch-ass teenagers that are obsessed with metaphorical tea?!

Suddenly the door was kicked down and Tony freaking Stark rolled into the cafeteria like an armadillo. He stopped in front of Peter and flipped to stand up right. 

"Hey, kid, you left your lunch at home."

"Tony! I mean- Mr. Stark! W-What are you-"

"Who do you think I am? I'm not aboutta let    MY SON, THE SOLE HEIR TO THE ENTIRETY OF STARK INDUSTRIES AND ALL OF ITS ASSETS,,,,, starve on this fine day?" Tony said emphasizing his point across very loudly. 

Peter was shocked by the revelation. 

Did he forget to tell me or??

Peter decided it was best to move on.

"OKAY!?! Um, so what did you pack?" Peter asked dubiously.

"Oh you'll love it! So I made you a yummy peanut butter and jelly sandwich!!" He said excitedly. 

Peter smiled appreciatively and pulled out the sandwich from the lunch box. Tony remained, staring expectantly. Peter raised his eyebrow and took a bite out of the sandwich. 

He paused before sniffing the sandwich.

"There's no jelly???"

"Peanut butter sandwich!" Tony corrected himself.

"There's barely any peanut butter!"

"Bread!"

"Is this even bread?"

"Um.." Tony quickly took the sandwich from Peter and tossed it into the trash can. 

"Well, I made you tea to soothe your headache you were telling me about this morning!" Tony said triumphantly.

"Jskskksksdflsdf, you shouldn't have!?!" Peter said, worried for his life. "ᴬᵈᵛᶦˡ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᶠᶦⁿᵉˀˀˀ"

"It was no problem. Now drink up this NICE, HOT CUP of tea!" 

Peter cautiously took a sip.

"Also, in case you, the reader, forgot, the entire cafeteria is STILL completely engrossed in this whole exchange!" The Narrator reminded with its rich and deep Spanish accent. 

Peter reluctantly gulped down the tea.

"This is not good." Peter tried to go easy on his father. He really appreciated him trying,,,,, but like what happened to NOT?

"Hot cup of tea." Tony reasoned. 

"It's cold, though????"

"Cup of tea...?"

"This is coffee! Black coffee!"

"Cup. I got you a cup."