A few days later, the panic seemed to of grown within Peter. As the boy waits with his Aunt, not wanting to miss his name be read out loud, better yet. Have eyes all on him when he stood up to be called in for assessing.

He, nor Aunt May. Could believe they had forgotten about Peter's classification. Too busy worrying over the Stark internship, to even think about the boy's categorization. Whether that be a little, caregiver or a potential Mummy and Daddy. They are going to find out today, and no matter the outcome. Celebrate.

It's Classification Day and he is not happy about it.

There are two Classification days each year and depending on when your birthday falls, you must report to the nearest clinic where the proper officials are located.
Ned has a late birthday, so he went last year and kept reassuring Peter that there's absolutely nothing to worry about. All that will happen, is they'll ask a few questions, take a little blood and you're good to go. Of course easy for him to say, as all Ned's family consists mainly of Neutrals with a few caregivers sprinkled here and there. Peter, on the other hand, has no idea what he should be since the last thing anyone wants to talk about, is a dead person's classification.

"There's no need to be nervous, Sweetie. I love you no matter what class you fall under," May comforts her nephew. Knowing exactly what class he will get categorized in, only hoping her reassurances help with his nervousness.

"I love you too, Aunt May," Peter states leaning into her comforting warmth.

Just as his nerves settled down slightly, they skyrocketed as his name got called out.

"Parker!" a sweet looking nurse calls. Clipboard in hand, hair tied in a messy bun.

The pair stood up, the brown-haired boy trying to hide being his Aunt. But it didn't have the effect of him wanting to become invisible. The two followed the nurse into a room, shutting the door before asking Peter to strip down to his underwear.

"Would you be more comfortable if I waited outside?" May questions when she notices the bright red blush appear across Peter's face, ears and some of his neck. Even if the boy is embarrassed, he rather not be left in a room with a total stranger.

"Please stay," is all Peter can manage to say before a male testing official comes in with a bright smile. Wearing blue nurse gear and a white plastic apron.

"Hello, Peter. How are we doing today?" The male asked, sitting on the spinny chair. His eyes held a gentle look, it seemed to calm Peter down. If only by a little.

Blushing, Peter only shrugs. Looking everywhere but at the male. His leg bounced up and down nervously, the lip being nibbled on by his top teeth and hands wringing together.

"Are we a bit shy today?" The male nurse asked, chuckling slightly. "That's okay. I'm not a big fan of strangers either, but we're just going to do a quick physical. I'll ask a few questions, and then we should be done, oh and I might have to take a little bit of blood. Don't worry, I am not a vampire. We just need a sample so we don't miscalculate your class."

It is just as Ned explained it.

He isn't looking forward to the icky blood part, but the rest seemed okay. Though he's curious about what sort of questions he would be answering.

Starting with checking his eyes, the nurse shined a torch. It kind of hurt behind his eyes afterwards, but with a few blinks, the ache disappeared. Next were the ears, apart from being a little waxy. They were fine. And finally, to Peters displeasure. an exam of his privates and body.

Every little touch causes him to shy away, constantly looking peeking over to his aunt when the man tells him to move a certain way. This is very uncomfortable.

"We're almost done, little guy. Just a few questions and maybe a little game before you go," he smiles kindly before going over to the table and grabbing a deck of cards. A game seemed to perk the boy's interest, what sort of game?

"Have you ever played would you rather?" At Peter's nod, he continues. "Just to go over the rules, you can't think too hard about the choices and always go with your first instinct."

"Okay." the small boy confirmed.

He knew it is a game, half of him excited for it. However there is another part of him, that just wants to get this over with. He had to meet Sir Tony Stark after this and in all honesty. He couldn't wait.

The first set of cards is of two people kissing and two people hugging. Peter chooses the hugging one and starts to explain but the doctor quickly cuts him off. Stating how he doesn't have to justify his answer to anyone and to keep going. The card is chosen, saying everything they needed to know.

Quite handy, especially if they ever had a non-verbal student to deal with.

The smaller the deck became, the harder the choices were.

At one point, the nurse put out and teddy bear and a race car which peter chooses the bear but then she pulls out a picture of a crib and toddler bed. Peter has no idea why he has to choose between the two but shyly points at the crib. Something is telling him that it's the correct answer.

Even though, for this evaluation. There is no wrong answer.

After a few more difficult decision, he finally pulls out the last of the cards.

A bottle and a sippy cup.

Peter chooses the bottle, even though sometimes he didn't mind the sippy cup. Internally rejoicing that this is just about over.

"I'll be just a minute to calculate the results. Be more than happy to get dressed, but keep your thigh easy to access" the nurse stated, before exiting the room.

Peter didn't want the needle. He tried to talk himself up into not being scared, as for soon as it's done. Then he can go home.

With the help of Aunt May, Peter got dressed back into his vest, hoodie and shorts. Not pulling them up all the way, for his thigh needed to be pricked with a mean, unwanted needle.

When the male nurse enters back into the room again, he immediately starts speaking, a gentle smile gracing his thin lips.

"Well, the results are in and it seems we have a beautiful Little in our presence."

Those aren't the words he wanted to hear, it is almost worse than the needle he quickly had stabbed into his thigh. Causing his to yelp, tears appearing at the corners of his eyes. He hated needles, no matter how many times he gets told they only sting for thirty seconds.

~~~~~
Why.

Why is the question often asked, multiple times a day? A question, he never knew the answered to.

But to Peter, he couldn't stop asking himself why.

Ever since leaving the clinic, he couldn't stop asking himself the many why's of that simple declaration that shattered him from the inside.

The reason it broke so easily?

Well, it is already broken in the first place. All the mean comments that he thought he could handle from Flash broke his self-esteem. Though he tried not to show it. The big bully back at home emotionally, and mentally broke him. His words getting inside of him. As for physically, Mason didn't get very hands-on with him. He would grip his arm - not too tight - enough to show Peter he means business. But other than that, the man isn't stupid to leave physical marks.

The mental and emotional abuse is enough to break the boy. He didn't need physical abuse too, that's only for when Flash and his mini-group decide to gang upon him.
Either that or because he chose to run his mouth again. Ned not there to save him.

And now, he had more reason - supposedly - to be targeted
And that, had fear creeping in and settling at the pit of his stomach.

Words hurt, they meant so more than actions. They spoke in loud volumes and literally breaks a person down.

If Flash found out about this, what would happen? He will already have Mason on his case, he isn't too sure about having his school bully torment him too. Not like he doesn't already do that, but now he has an even more superior reason to be the schools punching bag.

Penis Parker, the Little.

He can hear the mocking words now, all of them pointing fingers at him.

The school has already become a place that he isn't able to see as a safe place anymore. Now, it's going to be a danger zone. Everyone is going to turn on him, maybe even Ned and MJ will too.

After all, who would want a Little hanging around? For Peter knew too well that Mason won't, even worse he knows Mason will show that fact to be true. The nasty man didn't even want him around as it is, so this is making things worse.

Why can't things go back to normal, just him and Aunt May? Just the two of them going through life together.

However, he guesses life can't always be perfect. The only good thing that has come out of this, is his acceptance of being Tony's intern.

Which, is how he's come to be standing in front of the tallest, and most technologically advanced building in all of New York.

He had to have his classification done first, and with that out of the way. He can now set all of his attention on his internship, he didn't want Mr Stark to feel like he chose wrong. That Flash was the better choice.

Peter gathers all of his very little self-confidence and walks into the building. Going directly to the receptionist's desk.

So far, so good.

His presence earns a few odd looks from the various business people in the lobby.

Possibly wondering why a scrawny kid like him is here. Which, he would like to know himself.

The small fifteen-year-old tries not to focus on their stares, but can't help comparing himself to them. Whereas every single one of them is dressed in formal business clothes, complete with ties and tucked in shirts. Peter chose a simple outfit, of jeans and a t-shirt with a science pun. He thought it was funny, he knows at least Mr Stark would appreciate it. Possibly.

"I'm Mr Stark's new intern," he states shyly to the patiently waiting-woman sitting behind one of the wooden polished desks.

Even so, the woman looked surprised. "I knew Mr Stark was getting an intern, but he didn't mention how cute you are," she gushes. "I have your badge, sweetheart. Try not to lose it as it grants you prime access to anywhere in the building. That includes the private top floors where Mr Stark wants to meet you at." She hands over the lanyard and directs him to the elevator.

He hated elevators.

Taking a deep breath, Peter steals himself to once again meet his childhood hero. Not many people can get as lucky as Peter. Growing up idolizing that one inspiring person that made your life worth living, just to get an intern with them and be standing next to that very person you've looked up to all your life.

Although it felt intimidating to have such a financial, powerful man teach you. The young boy couldn't help but feel relaxed and calm around him.

A chance to be himself he could say.

As the lift went up to the higher floors, Peter became more anxiety-ridden.

Would Mr Stark be waiting for him when the elevator doors open? Would he have to go find him? What if he got lost?

However, those thoughts soon ground to a halt as soon as the lift stops and the elevator door opens. Revealing none other than Mr Tony Stark himself.