word count:
prompt: "I'm ready for my mission!"
warnings: none other than a short chapter (?)

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iMessage
Today 11:42 am

Peter Parker
Hey y/n! 👋 Ready for my next mission!

Does Mr. Stark have any jobs for me?

I helped stop a bike theft 😀

Btw this is Peter

As in Parker

Peter Parker.

You

Peter, I go to the same school as you.

In fact, we have chem together

Why are you even texting me during class?

I don't think Tony would like the fact that you're not concentrating during school 🤔🤔

Peter Parker

Okay okay

I get your point

I'll text you later to see if I have any missions

You

Okay sounds good

Wait no, don't do that Peter!

You groaned, setting down your phone on the lab table and looking over your shoulder. Peter's brown orbs connected with your y/e/c ones. He sent you a quick half-hearted smile and adverted his gaze to the newly handed out homework.

As much as you liked the kid, he tended to get a little－annoying at times. Especially when he was getting antsy about his missions.

After taking a glance down at your homework, you let out a heavy sigh. Chemistry wasn't really your ideal thing to take during your sophomore year of attending Midtown, but you really wanted to make your dad proud of you. Being Tony Stark's (son/daughter) wasn't all fun and games like everyone thought it was.

You were studying every night, trying to keep up to speed with all of your advanced class homework. AP English, AP World History, and not to mention your part in the Academic Decathlon.

You desperately needed a tutor and Peter was the best of the best. You just didn't want to bother him or make him think that you were non-special and dumb.

You were Tony Stark's (son/daughter) for God's Sake; everyone just naturally assumed you were extremely smart, even Peter.

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