Peter woke up to a shrill alarm tearing apart his ears. He gasped and gritted his teeth in pain. That is not my alarm clock! I swear, if Clint thinks he's being funny...again...

But apparently it was a real alarm. FRIDAY can over the intercom talking over the noise in the most panicked voice an AI could have. She announced powerful intruders had just infiltrated the tower and they needed all hands on deck to take them down.

Peter sputtered in surprise and fell out of bed. Infiltrated? FRI was joking, right? They were in Stark Tower - now Avengers Tower. That place had to have some of the top notch security in the world. Yet they were infiltrated.

Well, he had done it before, but still! He swore his luck was trying very hard to kill him.

He rolled around on the ground, tangled in his sheets for a painful minute before he managed to grab the side of his bed and heave himself up. The arachnid scrambled around for his web shooters and struggled to pull a pair of pants on. FRIDAY's frantic orders weren't helping very much.

He fumbled getting his weapons strapped to his wrist, seriously considering even sleeping with them on at this point. They were so much of a hassle. They'd better be  glad they were so useful to Peter or he would have thrown them out.

His team groggily poked their heads out of their doors down the hall. Peter locked eyes with each one as he finally shook off his confusion. Right...infiltrator. Bad guy coming to get revenge on the Avengers or something like that. They were all half dressed in PJs or random clothing. Peter and Luke were both shirtless while Danny had a fancy zen robe on and Sam just had a sweat shirt and boxers. He was shocked to find Ava in a pair of fluffy pink bottoms that seemed to have Hello Kitty imprinted everywhere. She growled at him and he immediately shut his mouth.

The stumbled shakily and groggily into the living room to find, not the entire team dressed for battle or invaders with high tech weapons, but Tony leaning against the bar with a stop watch in his hand.

"Aaaaaaaaaand," the billionaire dragged out, wide awake, upon seeing them. He clicked a button on the stop watch. "Time."

"Um, excuse me," Luke grabbed his attention. "I thought that there was...I dunno...an intruder?"

"That was a test," Natasha loomed from the shadows behind them, making the teens jump.

"Well..." Nova dropped to the ground from his droopy flight. "Did we pass?"

Natasha's look told Peter everything he needed to know.

"Eight minutes and forty three seconds," Tony read from the device in his hand casually. "To get out of bed and down the hall. None of you are even dressed or armed."

Peter held up his hand in argument to show off his shooters. Ava held up a long dagger while Sam and Danny lit up. Luke only cracked his fists.

"Okay, fine," Tony rolled his eyes. "I totally forgot you guys slept with those under your
pillows. So you're armed and half asleep. You'd still all be dead right now. Congratulations."

Peter groaned at the announcement. It was barley...he glanced over at the clock on the wall...four thirty in the morning. Four thirty! They had three hours before school started.

"What was the reason for this test?" Danny inquired curiously, no annoyance or anger visible at being woken up so early.

"Ask Peter," Tony stretched and opened the fridge, leaving them standing there.

They all turned and looked suspiciously at the arachnid. He threw his hands up in the air, not even knowing what he did. Tony ignored his confusion and poured himself some cereal. Peter glared at the back of his head, trying to use his nonexistent laxer eyes to get his attention.

After feeling his son's burning gaze for about a minute, Tony had had enough. He poked his spoon in the teen's direction accusingly. "You signed up for this last night, kid."

Realization dawned on his face. "But–you–Yeah I did. Me! Not them."

"Your hallway connects your alarms," Tony shrugged. "I couldn't get you up without getting them up."

His team glared at him. Peter buried his face in his hands and wished he could disappear. "Can we go back to bed now?"

"I guess, kid." Tony smirked. "But good luck with that."

What is that supposed to mean? Peter thought irritably. Then suspiciously. Oh crap...

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Peter groaned and rolled over, shoving his pillow in his face and resisting the urge to hack into FRIDAY's system and destroy it from the inside out. It was a Friday morning. You don't blast Guns N' Roses on Friday mornings! Especially not at five o'clock! Earth's Mightiest Heroes were heathens. 

Well, not all of them. Mostly just Tony.

"Tony! If you don't turn that shit off of my speakers right this second, I'm going to stab something! Preferably you!" He heard Clint yell from his room on the other side of the back wall. 

I may join you, the arachnid thought as he stuffed pillow in his ears and growled.  Was this his way of getting them up as early as possible? Because he had already done that! Regardless, he dealt with nearly two hours of the rock, trying and failing to read a book and watch the news to distract himself. Even this early in the morning, he was still all over the news. 

One news station in particular had caught his eye. He had barley done anything and they were already labeling him a terrorist and a menace. Like, what the hell? They didn't know anything about him! Yet he had become J. Jonah Jameson's new favorite chew toy.

When it was actually time for him to get ready, he threw on a shirt without looking at it along with an expensive looking pair of jeans. He dumped all of his finished homeworks in his backpack, though they were due next week. Might as well get a head start, right? All of it had been easy to him anyway. 

Luke, on the other hand, was struggling over it on the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal next to him. He swore under his breath and started erasing something viciously on his paper. Bruce sat across from him next to Ava, camly pointing something out in a newspaper with his thin glasses perched on his nose. When the invulnerable teen caught sight of Peter in the doorway his eyes lit up hopefully.

"Pete! You gotta help me bro! You finished yours in like point two seconds," Luke begged in frustration.

Peter glanced down at the sheet then back at Luke doubtfully. "Dude, it's not that hard."

"Quit rubbing it in that I'm stupid and help me," he pouted.

Peter slapped him lightly on the arm. "Then quit saying you're stupid because you aren't. Now lemme see that..."

Peter pulled the paper over to him and dropped his backpack. He wasn't sure what his teammate was complaining about. He had already done half of them in his head. He pointed at the only one Luke had managed to finish with a sympathetic face. 

"That one's wrong," he stated and Luke groaned and slammed his head on the table. "It's supposed to be four seventeenths."

"How the hell did you get that?" He threw his hands up in frustration. Peter chuckled as Bruce looked up curiously. 

"You don't multiply the exponents dude, even if the sign's there. You add them."

Bruce reached out for Luke's paper with a questioning gaze. "May I?" He asked politely. 

Luke shrugged and the scientist swept up the sheet quickly going over the problems. He was obviously analyzing them in his head, like Peter had. When he finished he glanced at Peter in approval. 

"It took you a few seconds to do these all in your head and, presumably, come up with all the correct answers?" He asked, though it sounded more like a statement.

"Uh...yeah...?" 

Bruce tilted his head. "Peter, would you like to come down and work with me in the lab this weekend? Just to get to know the equipment and your strengths. Tony told me you enjoyed science."

"Yeah, I do actually," Peter gave him a rare genuine smile. "That would be awesome."

Bruce returned the gesture warmly. "I'll be looking forward to it."

"Thanks Dr. Banner," Peter waved as he walked backwards to the elevator where Happy Hogan, Tony's head of security, snapped at them impatiently to get their asses downstairs. 

"Just Bruce is fine, Peter," the scientist nodded and turned his attention back to his newspaper.

Sam rolled his eyes as he dragged Peter back by his backpack. The arachnid ignored him and let himself be led away. "See you later, Bruce."

Ava eyed him sideways as the doors closed the five of them - plus Happy - into the elevator. Peter looked back at her and gave a spasic shrug.

"What?"

She smacked the side of his head. "You were totally fanboying in front of him."

"No! I wasn't!" He had totally played it cool. Or he thought he had. 

"Yeah, you were, web head," Sam confirmed with a smirk.

Peter mumbled sourly, "Oh, shut it, Bucket."

Danny laughed and assured him it hadn't been that bad. Mostly. Peter smacked himself and hunched his shoulders, ignoring their snickers as he dropped into the front seat of Happy's car. The chauffeur gave him an irritated look, but didn't say anything against it.

They got to school a few minutes later. You would think that everyone would look more excited, considering it was the last day of the school week, but most students just looked tired. Like they had been there too long. Peter felt about the same, but for different reasons. 

He trudged into school alongside his team, per usual. They didn't mingle in the hallways like the first few days, though, they all immediately headed for the library, where their 'click', as Tony called it, met in the mornings. Miles was already there, face down on a back table, trying and failing to stay awake as he read some comic book.

Ned Leeds, a kid even shorter than Peter and a bit on the chubby side, poked the youngest one of them in the face with a pencil as he held back a yawn. "Miles. Wake up. Mrs. Crochet is going to kick us out again."

"Huh? What? Nuh-nuh-nomorewheatcakesmom-" he looked up groggily. When he spotted the group slowly making for them, he immediately woke up. "Guys!"

Ned rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm glad you were just as enthusiastic when I got here. Thanks."

Peter snorted as Miles quickly stood, knocking over his backpack in the process. Ned and him shared a look as the watched the younger teen. Despite their obvious physical differences, the two of them had connected immediately upon meeting each other. It had been an accident, really - not as accidental as Miles literally running into them, but still. It had been on Tuesday, the dreaded second day of school, when everyone's excitement melts away...

"Dude, nice shirt," soon-to-be-known-as-Ned pointed at Peter. The arachnid glanced down in confusion. He had only thrown on something random from his closet. He was delighted to find he was wearing a Star Wars logo, a string of popular movies that Tony had shown him their first 'family bonding night.' It had been love at first sight.

"Thanks, uh..." Peter raised an eyebrow at him, asking a silent question. 

"Oh, Ned Leeds," he stuck out a hand and Peter shook it thankfully. Clint, Scott and Bucky had all made making friends sound so hard. Yet this was his second in two days. 

"Peter," he returned. A similar logo on Ned's shirt caught his eye. He grinned up at the other boy. "You don't have such bad taste yourself."

"Thanks, man. Brilliant minds think alike, I guess," he tapped his temple with a smirk and they laughed. "I don't really know about the new ones though, I'm a prequels child..."

Bonding over nerdy stuff. Peter was pretty sure those were the losers in the movies, but oh well, right?

He opened his mouth to say something - totally not at all to make fun of either of them - but the bell cut him off. He swore in his head. He was going to ask Happy to get them to school sooner next time. Everyone but him had classes close by, but just his had to be on the opposite side of school. Ugh.

He had to sprint as soon as they went their separate ways and was about three hallways away when he realized he was completely lost. Brilliant Peter. Just brilliant.

He sighed and glanced around to see if there was anything familiar. Nope. Until a short blast of spidey sense kicked him in the head. His eyes widened and he ducked away instincivly. 

"Ohhhhhh-" a chorus of male voices laughed behind him. Peter whipped around, a growl forming in his throat and he clenched his fists. Who found me at school? Did someone figure out I was the guy at the fire? Did Hydra...

The growl died before it was even audible. Oh my god...You've got to be kidding me.

A handful of football players stood hunched over, chuckling and slapping themselves on the back. One stood ahead of them, tall, blond and pissed - whom Peter immediately recognized as the resident coolest-quarterback, Flash Thompson. Anger filled him. He had been the guy to dump half his lunch all over Miles. And he hadn't forgotten when Ned told him about his bullies that date back to freshman year. 

He pushed it back soon after. Can't deal with you now anger issues. He relaxed his fighting stance as to not give anything away. They weren't a real threat after all. Also...Scott had kind of told him the rules with bullies undercover. Something along the lines of don't fight back or blow your cover. 

And something about the way Flash's fist hung in the air - the one he had just dodged - told him there was going to be a fight.

"What do you want?" Peter spat irritably. He was going to be late.

"Come on, uh, Parker, right?" He glanced back at his buddies with a smirk, as if asking for their approval. "I just wanted to have a chat. I heard you were good at math."

Why is everyone so interested in that fact today? "So? It's not my fault you're not."

Flash's face heated up. "Why you..." but he quickly gathered his cool, apparently remembering his gang behind him. "Thanks why you're going to help me out. I'm going to borrow your notes."

"No," Peter tried to move past him. Flash slammed a hand on the locker by his face to stop him. 

"That wasn't a question Parker," he held his other hand out. "Homework."

Peter glared up at him, unimpressed. "Obviously your math skills aren't the only ones you need to work on. Can't you hear? I said no."

"Oh I heard, smartass. I was just giving you a chance to answer correctly."

Peter forced himself to ignore the alarms in his head as the fist he knew was coming hit him square in the jaw. His head slammed painfully against the lockers and he grunted. 

Flash and the footballers laughed and stepped back as he slid down the locker pitifully, clutching his face. They think I'm just a wimpy kid, I'll give them a wimpy kid.

"Jackass," Peter hissed between clenched teeth as Flash high fived a guy at least a foot and a half taller than him. Either he didn't hear or was satisfied with his show of strength. The group walked away giggling more than a herd of cheerleaders as Peter glared daggers at the head of the group.

If only...He thought with a pout. He could put these guys in their place easily. But that would go against the undercover code, or whatever Scott had made up. Instead he picked himself up off the floor, ignoring the pain in his jaw as he had been trained to do, and started down the hall to find his classroom. It had already started to heal anyways.

Thank god for that. What would Tony think if he saw it? Heads would roll, that's for sure. But he told himself not to think about it. Superhero training. Tony had decided they would take a little field trip to start them out after school. Peter was afraid what that meant.

"Mr. Parker, you're five minutes late," the teacher scolded as soon as he stepped into the room.

"Sorry, I just got lost-" 

"Just sit down, Mr. Parker," the teacher waved him off. "Do not be so tardy again."

He had a feeling that wasn't going to happen.

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Guys. Oh my god. I'm alive. 

(I mean, I think.)

I am so sorry, i lost my phone and all that great stuff for like four weeks (don't ask) so I can only use the 'family computer' on weekends, plus some extra writing at school, if I can get away with it. But I hope you liked the chapter, I tried to fit in a bunch of things at once, Ned, Flash, Bruce, Tony - ugh. But it's long, so I hope that makes up for the tardiness.

Thank you for everything!

-Wanda