With Peter

 I managed to hang out with Ned and MJ for around 3 hours, in a place other than school, aka Ned's house. These days I barely slept. It's Wednesday now and I still haven't visited the tower. I promised Ms Natasha and Mr Clint to come to the tower when i can, but for now...i can't. I do my homework and all the other work for school in my free time on the internship. It's exhausting.

"PARKER"Here we go again."You have to deliver coffee. The place is higher labs, so you better not break anything while you are there"He put a little note in my hands, as usual.

 Тhe note said I had to go up to floor 92. I've never been that high in this building as Peter Parker. Wherever I go that high I will probably be in some fancy lab, full with people. Probably some boss or just a super-elevated worker's personal lab. I have to make three coffees without sugar in it. It also said that I have to hurry.

 The coffee machine is something you can touch, only if you push yourself in the crowd. That's why most of the people have someone to bring them the said coffee. Normally there will be a huge queue of people in front of the coffee machine and that's why i hate being the coffee guy. There are big myths about this machine. Something about how the machine can talk with FRIDAY. I don't quite understand how the others didn't figure out that it's just beeping when the coffee is ready, and FRIDAY beeped too, because the sound from the machine is too quiet to be heard when everyone is yelling.

 When I finally got the drinks I started walking to the elevator. If it wasn't my spidey sense the coffees will be on the ground by now. I enter the small room and look at the ceiling.

"Floor 92 please" I'm still not used to FRIDAY.

"I'm sorry Mr Parker, but you can't go there. Your pass is level 2"

"Umm... I have to deliver coffee. You can ask Mr Davis for confirmation"She stops talking, probably talking to him. After half a minute the elevator starts going up. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I mentally prepared myself for what is going to happen after the doors open.

 The elevator finally stopped, but the doors didn't open.

"Mr Parker, I have to inform you that you will enter a very high tech lab. Do not touch anything for yours and yours surroundings health. If you stole anything you have to return it and you will be fired. Also if you see something you are not meant to see you have to keep it a secret, till Mr Stark decided to show it to the world"

"A-Alright"The doors opened.

 I wanted to break my promise about not touching anything the second i saw the lab. I don't know who is the owner of this lab, but he is one lucky man. I was walking between blueprints, long desks, cabinets, machines, white boards, full with unfinished or finished equations and a lot more things. I decided to not stare that much, so I only place the coffee on the edge of the long desk and start making my way back to the elevator.

I really tried not to stare, but this lab is a dream. My eyes stopped at one of the boards. I try to walk swoler to have more time to study the whiteboard more. It was a mess of numbers, letters and symbols. I recognize the equation only with the first part. It was that equation. The task I promised myself I will do. The person who was writing the answer wasn't even close to the answer. He actually made a mistake in the very beginning. Or did I make a mistake? I don't think it's me the one who made the mistake, because i spotted it very easily. His whole equation is wrong. I know the answer. 45. If it wasn't FRIDAY to tell me not to touch anything i will be writing the answer by now.

"Umm...FRIDAY?"I didn't expect her to answer me, but she did.

"Yes Mr Parker"

"Can you tell...the owner of this lab that the answer of this equation"I pointed at the said board"is 45"

"Of course Mr Parker"I smiled and thanked her. I didn't want to leave this lab, but I had to. I went back to the elevator and went back to lab number A1.

With Tony

  I had a rough day. Pepper was busy with something, Rhodey was out of the Town and most of the Avengers were on a mission. Even the baby was busy. I spent all of my time in my lab, but I had to go to some random meeting that Pepper told me to go. It was that boring that i fell asleep. When I woke up the meeting was over and I asked FRIDAY to send someone for a coffee, while I went to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

"Sir Mr Parker asked me to tell you that the answer of the impossible equation is 45"I wasn't interested in what FRIDAY was telling me. Just another kid that thinks he is funny with things like that. But wait...

"What's the name of the kid again?"

"Peter Parker sir"I sigh. At least i know for sure that this Peter Parker isn't the baby. He will never do something like that. But really 45? What kind of joke is that. It's not even funny. I decided to have some fun. I'm bored anyways.

"FRIDAY can you send the equation like his week work? But i don't want his supervisor to know"

"Of course sir. Do you want me to send the results here, after he is done?"

"Yes thank you"

"No problem sir"

With Peter

I wonder if I actually helped the owner of the lab I was in. I have no idea who it is. Maybe it's actually she? I don't know.

"Hey Peter, can you do this for me?"A girl with black hair and green eyes, I have never met before asked me, while showing me one folder. I mentally sighed.

"What is it about?"I asked her, while opening the folder she gave me.

"Ohh it's just-"

"Paperwork. Of course"I murmur under my nose, but i think she heard me"Yea no problem i will do it"

"Thank you"She smiled and walked away. I sigh and start working. Not that long after, Mr Davis dropped a 2 times bigger folder with work on my desk.

"To be done by the end of this day Parker"I nod.

 I was working, and working, and working, and working. I give the folder back to the girl and start with whatever Mr Davis got for me. Documents, trash, random notes, unfinished projects and...the equation. Why do I see this thing so much today? I have to write the way I solve it. I open my cabinet and pull out my notebook with all my notes and things. I didn't bother to rewrite it on a clear list. I just put the notebook in and kept going.

"I'm done Mr Davis''I put all my work on his desk. He didn't even look up from whatever he was doing. I'm used to this by now. He will eventually see it so I just walk away.

With Tony

 While I was working, something exploded and I had to shower to remove all the dirt from my face. When I came back I continued to work on the repulsors for my suit. I was making them more...just more. It was some kinda way of relaxing for me.

"Boss the work from Peter Parker came back"I didn't stop with my work.

 I continue to stare at my disassembled suit. While I was working I thought about the baby. He told us that he got exams now, so he won't be able to text us that much. That's the same reason why Spidey hasn't come to the tower that often as we want to. I guess everyone has exams now.

  I stretched in my chair and looked around with almost sleepy eyes. This lab is a mess. I have to clean it, but i don't want to. I can easily just ask someone to do it, but that means i have to let people touch my things here. That's not happening. I tried it once. In the end I just did it by myself.

 My eyes stopped at a weird looking notebook. Weird because it's definitely not myne or Bruce's, because it has dinosaurs on the cover.

"FRIDAY, whose notebook is that?"I asked my AI a little confused.

"I believe that this is Mr Parker's notebook"Ohh so the results are here?

  I was bored anyway, so I made my way to the other side of the long desk. I want to see what that kid practically embarrassed himself with. I opened it. The first page is wroten the equation. It's like he wrote it very fast, because it wasn't the best handwriting. I was impressed by the first page. He actually did something in the beginning. I saw that the whole notebook is almost full with writing. I'm not expecting everything to be about the equation, because first-he can't do that much and second-he can't do it that fast.

  I saw a mistake he had made at the middle of the page. I was about to shut the small book, but I decided to prove him wrong. I take a pencil and start writing the correct way. I just made a big red 'x' all over the page. I didn't bother to look at the next page. I grabbed a random list and wrote the correct way to solve it. I wrote almost everything we had, but I stopped myself.

"FRIDAY send this to him please"

"Yes Boss"

With Peter

 Come on only one more question and it's all over. I hate history. Well not that i hate it, but i hate when the teacher gave us three miles homework. AND projects. AND if someone don't like him he give him even more homework. Just for him. Im that one this time. Not to mention that now its finals. I'm doing my homework now, because i'm done with Mr Davis's work. I can concentrate now on the stupid question.

'Shakespeare was born in what city?' I have a better question. Why do we need to know this? Like where in our life's will that be useful? Huh? Ok maybe I hate the subject. But just a little.

 I felt something shake my desk. I looked up and saw how Mr Davis walked away. He just dropped me something on my desk. He didn't say a word. Probably it's just more work.

 I looked at what he dropped and i freezed. It's my notebook. I sent this thing to him before like 2 hours. Why is he giving it back to me? I swolly open it. Nothing much on the first page. I freezed when I saw the second page. Mr Davis had scratched all that page. That's when I saw one paper that its not from mynes. I take that paper and start inspecting it. The same equation, but it's written wrong. It's the same way that was written on that one board in the fancy lab upstares. I quickly understand what is happening. The owner of this lab received my message and probably thinks I didn't do it right. I reread it around 4 times, to make sure that he is wrong. I'm sure he is. I saw the mistake, so i decided to correct him.

I take a pencil with another colour than what he writes with. I scratched his numbers and wrote the right answers under his. I continue scratching and writing, scratching and writing, scratching and writing. When I was done, I put the list inside and gave it to Mr Davis. He gave me a dead glare and I hurried back to my desk.

A/N-I overwrite myself again. I literally wrote 4000 words, so i will publish the next chapter a little after this :)