The next night...

"Sally, be a dear and pass me the chips?"

The team sat on their bed, munching food and talking, occasionally playing games or something. Peter laced his fingers between MJ's own, an invitation for her to rest her head on his shoulder.

"You ok?" She asked.

He nodded, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead and ignoring Brad's glare.

"Ok, what are we gonna do? I got Werewolf." Evie held up the box.

They unanimously agreed and they began the game.

"Ok, everyone go to sleep. Spell caster, wake up... thank you. Seer, please open your eyes... thank you close your eyes. Bodyguard, doeth an awakening... grazie, go to sleep. Lycan, who are you?... thaaaank you. Um... doppleganger, choose someone to dopplegang... thank youuu... And werewolves, wakey wakey. Thank you."

The room was silent. Peter had his special ear buds in so he didn't hear anyone move.

"Ok, everyone wake up and discuss who you are. I am the moderator and I am burdened with a glorious purpose. We are in an aeroplane, by the way."

Everyone chattered excitedly, introducing their character with flamboyance. Someone was the captain that No one ever saw, someone was a seat, there was even a weird hobo who somehow managed to get snuck in with the baggage.

MJ was listening as Betty described her character when she felt Peter tense up. "Is everything ok?"

He looked down at his arm.

The hairs were sticking up straight, unwavering.

"Oh no."

The spider pulled his ear buds out and  gestured to Evie, who understood immediately.

"Um, guys? Somethings happening. Just say silent please."

The urgency in her voice didn't go unnoticed. Everyone hushed as Peter strained his ears.

"They're on the floor below us."

Everyone blinked as Peter cocked his head, listening. "FRIDAY? What's happening?"

There was no response.

"FRI?"

The five friends made eye-contact. "Someone's hacked FRIDAY."

The hero heard something. "They're coming here. Evie, go to your room and listen. Everyone else, pretend to be asleep and don't make a sound.

They obeyed and slid into their beds, Evie vanishing from the room and switching off the lights. Peter left his arms put from under the blankets, keeping his web-shooters hidden by his sleeves.

"This one."

"Sh."

The door creaked open, allowing a beam of light to shine across the students. A figure crept over silently, balancing on the balls of her feet as she stalked her way to the bed on the other side of the room.

Peter felt his neck tingle sharply. He held his breath, making sure that his chest still expanded and retracted just as he felt a cloth over his nose and mouth. The intruder stayed silent, clearly waiting for something.

Chlorophorm... or something like that.

Oh my goodness they're trying to kidnap me.

He thought about his next move carefully. There were three other people at the doorway, two standing guard and the other in the room to help with the female leaning over him.

They probably have guns. You gotta get the guns out first...

His main concern was his classmates. He couldn't risk them getting injured.

Ok, I think this might work...

He let himself fully relax into the mattress before grabbing the wrist of the hand with the cloth and punching what was hopefully the face.

It was a pulled punch, of course.

The lady shrieked as Peter launched at her, knocking her to the ground and sending a blow to the jaw that sent her unconscious.

"EVIE! GET HELP!"

The other two goons rushed in, switching on the lights before getting pelted by anything the decathlon team had. Pillows, shoes, books, even a phone, a lamp.

It was a mess. Peter and MJ fought hand to hand, clawing like cats for their food. Peter didn't use his webs. He didn't need them, not right now.

Someone sent a kick to his head that sent him sprawling across the floor. The teen went to punch back but stopped at MJ being held in a headlock with a gun aimed at her.

"Everyone on the floor or she dies."

They all obeyed. The team was forced in a corner with two guns trained on them, MJ still in the headlock and Peter panting heavily.

"So... what do we have here?"

The couple glared. "Leave us alone," MJ spat.

"Ooh, I wouldn't do that if I were you." The man pushed the gun to her head.

"Now, which one of you is Peter Parker?"

Everyone tensed, thankfully having enough common sense not to look at him.

The man squeezed his arm around MJ tighter, causing her to gasp.

"Tell us or she dies!"

"It's me! Its me." Peter stumbled forwards, trying to control his breathing. "What do you want?"

They smiled.

"I'm Guterman, if you'd like so etching to call me. And we're here to claim what I guess is rightfully ours. EDITH."

"Why do you know about EDITH?"

Gutes smiled. "Let's just say that we worked for someone. Someone you know as Quentin Beck."

Flash's eyes widened as he saw Peter stumble.

"No."

"Yes."

"This... this is another illusion, isn't it?"

The man smiled. "Oh you liked those, did you?"

Peter shook his head slowly, clenching his fists to hide the trembling.

"You know, my pal over here had a lot of fun helping to make that. Exposing your weaknesses, bringing out that dark past of yours. We did all the research."

"I could tell." Peter's voice was weak and high, something the others hadn't seen.

"Peter," MJ said, "It's ok. They can't hurt you."

Peter closed his eyes. "What do you want? I can't give you EDITH. Even if I could, I'd still have to transfer her over to you. And I'm not doing that, not after what happened."

Guterman sighed. "Fine, we'll just take you then. Maybe the avengers will figure out a way to exchange you for her."

Peter glared. "No."

"Ok, looks like your friends and your girlfriend are dying."

"No! Fine, do what ever, just... don't hurt them."

"That's a good boy. We'll have lots of illusions for you."

Peter face was pure horror. "No, please no. Not those."

"Peter! No!" MJ cried out when the man pinched her neck.

"MJ, I'll be ok... hopefully." He winced as the metal handcuffs were squeezed tightly around his wrists.

"Now, none of you will speak of this or else you'll find everyone you've ever loved and you dead within a heartbeat, ok?"

Everyone nodded.

"Good." They turned to Peter, who looked down at the floor.

He had a plan.

Except this one wouldn't involve taking someone to the top of the Eiffel tower, and it would work.

Or else his team would die.

"Come with us, Peter."

Peter went to follow, activating his web-shooters. Now or never.

He jerked his hands away from each other, breaking the cuffs against his leg. He winced for a slight second before jumping into action. "Not on my watch, mister."

Go time.

The class watched in shock as the shy, weak, anxiety-riddled nerd who was no jock break metal handcuffs as though they were string, whip around to the hostages and web the guns out of the hands of the kidnappers.

He webbed them.

What.

The.

Heck.

The spider jumped onto the ceiling, sending a kick to the mugger holding MJ. He let go in shock, leaving MJ to punch him in the groin then the jaw, leaving him on the floor out cold.

"What in the world?"

The hero ran across the roof, flipped down and spin-kicked the other two, sending an elbow to the neck of one and poking the other in the solar plexus with his foot. He followed that with a shout of "web grenade!" and had them webbed in a cozy cocoon on the wall. He webbed the other two to the ground, not taking chances.

"Well that wasn't so hard. Maybe you should've used the drones. Now they were something."

"Peter what the heck!? You're Spider-Man!?"

Peter froze. "Aaaand I forgot you guys were still here. Ok." He turned around and braced himself for noise.

Silence.

"Hello?"

The door slammed open, making Peter jump and flinch at the noise. The whirring metal armour stood defiantly in the door way, hot red reflecting the gold

"Who decided to mess with my kid?"

The face plate lifted up and Tony stopped. "Pete, you finished without me."

"Sorry." Peter waited till Tony was out of the suit before enveloping him in a hug.

"TONY STARK IS ALIVE!?"

Tony sighed. "Sit down. FRI, tell Pepper to bring the- wait she's hacked. Hmph. Evie, can you go and get Pep and tell her to bring the NDA's please and thank you."

Peter sat down next to his father figure, relaxing as the non injured arm rested around his shoulders.

"This is a long story, and I've gotten good at telling stories over the past five years, so-" the mechanic exhaled with a huff- "Let's start with the beginning."

"Yeah, and then I come back and he's  got them webbed to the ground  already." Evie ran besides Pepper, keeping up with the female's long strides.

"Looks like there's gonna be a lot of explaining for those two." Pepper opened the door to find a gobsmacked decathlon team sitting around two avengers.

"So Mysterio was the bad guy?"

Peter nodded. "Yup."

"So that's what you meant by the illusions."

Peter tensed. "Yup."

"Wait, if you have the baby monitor protocol, then can we watch them?" Ned asked eagerly.

"You really want to watch sixteen years of PTSD in ten minutes?" Tony raised an eyebrow at the boy.

"It would be a good learning experience. And a good bonding one. And an interesting one."

"Maybe, but don't blame me if you have nightmares for a month."

Ned was silent after that.

"I got the forms." Pepper smile from the door.

"Thank you honey. You know what, the police are coming soon, so let's get out of here to sign these."

The team obliged and headed to the elevator.

"Um, Mr Stark? Can I see May first?"

"Of course you can, bambino. If you need to talk to me or Wanda then let me know."

Peter nodded and slipped out of the elevator much to everyone's surprise.

"Where's he going?" Brad asked.

Tony looked at the jerk. "You think that after that, is let him live with his aunt alone? No way, I made them move in here."

Brad was silent after that.

"May?"

She looked up from the movie she wa watching. "What's up?"

Peter fiddled with his hands. "Um,  mysterio's crew decided to come and try to kidnap me and I nearly got my class and MJ killed and so I had to reveal my identity and they threatened to use the illusions again and then Tony came and everyone was shocked and now Ned wants to watch the illusions but I don't want him to because I don't want him to get scared because they were so scary a-"

May cut him off as she pulled him into a hug. "Shhh, it's ok. It's just a dream."

"No, it was real. Like, really real."

"What? Are you ok? Oh my goodness Peter, your wrists! What happened?"

Peter pulled his hands away. "Like I said: Mysterio's crew, attempted kidnap, identity reveal, Tony reveal, illusions, class held at gunpoint-"

"There were guns?" May cupped Peter's face in her hands. "Oh my poor baby."

"You can talk to Pepper or Tony about it. They're upstairs with the class."

"Ok, ok. I think I'll do that." She wrapped her nephew in a hug again before someone came up behind him and joined.

"Oh my poor baby spider. Pep told me everything. Can I kill them?" Natasha's red hair mixed with the brown.

"No, killing is illegal."

"But they tried to kill you."

"No they tried to kidnap me."

"That's even worse."

Peter smiled. "I'd better be back up there. Do you guys wanna come?"

The two nodded and held their nephew's hand as he led them up to his team.

"Guys! Come on! Two lines!" The driver tried to organize the class, but his plan was failing dismally.

"Thanks for the proof read Evie." MJ handed back the notebook to its owner as her boyfriend bounced over. The class was still in shock about the night before, but they were all willing to stay by Peter through thick and thin. They even found the PPPS online, not that Peter knew it existed.

"No problem." Evie took the notebook back. "Was it good?"

"It was...interesting." MJ paused as she tried to figure out what to say next. "How did you write the trip before it happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your story was literally this trip, every detail, including what I'm saying now."

Evie was silent, her blue eyes darting around the room. She eventually raised her head to the ceiling and spread her arms.

"Hope you enjoyed the book guys! Stay tuned for more field trip adventures about our favourite spiderling soon! And if you liked this book, feel free to check out some of my other stuff. Dang I really need to stop with the self-promoting," she muttered at the end.

"What the heck was that?"

"OK BYE BYE NOW SORRY I KINDA KILLED THE FOURTH WALL MJ STOP KILLING ME SOMEBODY HEEEEEEELP!"

Peter laughed as his girlfriend tackled his sister to the ground.

This has certainly been one heck of a field trip.