WOAH would you look at that? a chapter! a month late but... a chapter! this one started off like really bad but the ending's okay. so yeah.

peter is tony's "intern", but they're super super super close. peter only knows some of the avengers. cool? cool.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
includes school shooting so please proceed with caution

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"Yo, Penis! How's your internship going?" Flash taunts Peter, shoving him into the lockers, "Oh wait, it's not real!"

Peter rolls his eyes, slips out of his grasp, and storms to Algebra. He did not have time for this shit today. He's gotten exactly 20 minutes of sleep in the past week, not to mention all the assignments he's "forgot" about. This month seemed to be criminal season; Peter didn't know what New York could've done without him. Even on patrol, the familiar burst of adrenaline couldn't stop him from feeling groggy. He just about dragged himself to class and threw himself into his chair.

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10 minutes later...

Peter is trying to pay attention, he really is, but it's just not working out. It almost helped as little paper balls hit his head once in a while, obviously from Flash. He's only half-awake as he listens to Ms. Warren drone on about linear equations.

"So, how do we calculate..."

Ms. Warren's voice fades even more as Peter's spidey sense flares. Peter taps Ned, who was sitting next to him, and whispers, "Something's gonna happen but I don't know what."

Ned looks up and meets eye contact with Peter. "Are your spidey senses going off?" he asks giddily, "... I still can't believe I'm best friends with Spider-Man, this is so COOL!" he squeals.

"Okay, yeah, yeah, but I seriously think that somethings gonna go wrong. They usually just act up for no reason but this time it feels legitimate." Peter hisses back, now more awake, thanks to the ever-insistent ringing of his spidey-sense.

They were blaring at him so loud, he couldn't focus on his notes. Eventually, it got so annoying, he just couldn't take it. He slams his pencil down onto his desk in frustration and stands up.

"Everything alright there, Mr. Parker?" Ms. Warren looks up in concern.

"Yes," Peter states bluntly. He was almost positive something was going dangerous was going to happen. His spidey senses have never rung that loud before.

Peter trudges to get a hall pass. Trying to touch it with as little of his hand as he could, he picks it up with the tip of his fingers. That little wooden slab is probably toxic, judging by the way it looks, by the way it smells, everything. It reeks of cigarettes, semen, and it is literally slimy. So, yeah, it's pretty disgusting.

But as Peter nears the door, his spidey sense turns even sharper. As his hand meets the doorknob, the annoying ringing turned straight-up painful. Jolts run up his spine.

Loud footsteps thud outside before the door slams open. Since Peter was already right against the door, he gets flung back to the wall harshly. His head smacks against the wall, leaving him dazed and nauseous. Black dots dance in his vision. A small groan of pain escapes his mouth. He slowly lifts his head to peer at the intruders. Shooters, he thought automatically. There were 2 figures dressed in black, multiple guns in the holsters on their waists. I don't think they see me...

Peter huddles in the corner of the room, watching everything unfold.

"Everybody's phone in the bag!" A deep, commanding voice calls out. A sack is passed around the room, phones tossed into them. And, of course, Peter has to leave his phone in his backpack. Goddammit. Peter had no idea what to do. Could he take out his webshooters and risk his entire identity? Or should he just wriggle out of the situation with his smarts? He decides to wait to see what the shooters wanted.

"We need Stark's intern. Where's Stark's intern?" one of the men shouts.

Oh, you've got to be fucking k i d d i n g me, Peter gulps.

"You better come out! Come out and no one gets hurt!"

MJ seems to look around the room, looking for Peter. MJ's eyes meet Peter's panicked ones, and passes right over. Except the smallest smirk flashes over her face. Good, she saw me.

"I'm Stark's intern!"

Flash is the one who steps forward proudly. Peter facepalms. He just made this so much worse.

One of the men yanks Flash into a chokehold. Through Peter's enhanced hearing he could hear one of them hiss, "Are you sure this is the one? He seems to be the dumbest one in here."

"Even if he's not, we can use him as a hostage."

"So, Stark's intern, what's the code to the top floor of Avengers tower?" Every word hissed was laced with venom.

Flash gulps, "I- I don't know?"

"How do we know you're actually Stark's intern?"

"I... have my ID?"

"Well? Go get it!" The men were getting impatient.

"Right, right." Flash stumbles over to Peter's backpack.

Of course. Peter is still squished in the corner, waiting. Watch my life completely fall apart.

Flash rummages through Peter's bag, freezing when he spots something.

And that'll be my suit... Peter slowly starts to stand up, waiting to jump into action. Nobody else can see that suit.

Flash is still just crouching there, open-mouthed.

The fuck is he doing? The shooters seem to be wondering the same thing. One of the men slowly approaches Flash to peer over his shoulder.

But no one could see that suit, or else Peter's life completely tumbles apart. Everyone he loves would be in danger. May, Ned, MJ, everyone.

Thinking fast, Peter chucks the hall pass at the shooter's feet. Luckily, his aim is spot on, and the man stumbles on it a little. Once he regains his balance, his expression is even more terrifying than before.

"WHO THREW THAT?!" he yells.

All the students glance at each other, confused. Flash looks up from Peter's backpack, zips it up, and stands.

"I-I... must've forgotten my ID at home today..." Flash mutters.

The man looks ready to explode. His face is red with rage, and his fingers were twitching near his gun dangerously. Shooter #2 sets a light hand on his shoulder and mutters, "Limited bullets, careful."

"I don't give a fuck!" Shooter #1 growls.

"Come here. Now." Shooter #1 barks, gesturing towards Flash.

Flash stumbles over, suddenly meeting Peter's eyes as he does so. Flash's eyes widen, and he begins to point at him.

Then he just freezes, gaping at Peter. Like a fucking fish.

Peter rolls his eyes, glares, and points at the shooters, hoping Flash got the message. Flash blinks and trudges to the shooters.

"Great, now, tell me the truth; are you really Stark's intern?" Shooter #1 interrogates, holding a gun to Flash's head.

Shooter #2 just stands to the side, waving his gun casually in the air.

Flash trembles and gulps. "N-n-n-n-no???" His voice quivers.

"Where is he then?!" Shooter #1 yells.

Flash glances at Peter again obviously. Peter shakes his head frantically. Shooter #2 starts to turn to look, but Peter was gone. Nowhere to be seen.

Meanwhile, Peter crawls along the edge of the ceiling. Surprisingly, none of the other students noticed the giant figure nearly hanging upside down from the ceiling.

"WELL?!" Shooter #1 was losing his patience even more than before, "WHERE THE FUCK IS STARK'S FUCKING INTERN?!"

Then he turns to the class. "Step out. Now. And this little bitch won't get shot in the head."

Peter trembles as he sticks onto the ceiling. What is he supposed to do?! If he just jumps down from the ceiling, everyone will know how he's Spider-Man.

In the suspense of the moment, something blasts from Peter's backpack.

"YOU ARE MY DA-AD! YOU'RE MY DAD! BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE!"

Peter nearly falls off the ceiling. It was Tony!

Shooter #2 speaks up. "I thought we told you to put your phone in the bag!" he spat in Flash's face.

Flash's face pales. A tiny bead of sweat slips down his forehead.

"Go respond, tell them everything is fine. On. Speakerphone."

Flash trips over his feet to the backpack. He rummages through the bag a bit before pulling out a brand new, red and blue Stark phone. The phone continues to ring.

"YOU ARE MY-"

Flash clicks accept call.

Tony's voice comes over the line. "Hey kid, just wondering if you were gonna come over today? I have a design for the suit I want you to check out-"

"H-hey, uh, Iron Man..." Flash mutters.

"... uh, you're not Peter. Who are you and why did you take his phone?" Tony sounds angry.

Shooter #1 and #2 glance at each other. Peter wants so desperately to just tackle them and web them up, but he couldn't reveal his identity.

"I'm not going to ask you again. Where. Is. Peter?"

After whispering and murmuring under his breath a bit, Flash responds.

"Uh, mm, so-"

"Spit it out."

"There's shooters at the school and I pretended to be your intern and then they had me pick up Peter's phone because I pretended his backpack is mine and now we're gonna die oh my god why did I say all this I'm going to die nice talking to you Iron Man-" Flash rambles impossibly fast, then slaps a hand over his mouth.

A look of pure rage crosses Shooter #1's face. Fire rages in his eyes and his lip twitches. But behind that, there was fear. Fear of being caught?

Tony's voice comes muffled from the phone. "Are you kidding?"

Flash whispers, "No."

Peter makes up his mind quickly. He builds up his courage as he forms his plan. He was gonna crawl down in the behind the view of the shooters, in front of his classmates, tackle the shooters, and pull the guns out of their grasps somehow without being shot. Mr. Stark could just threaten to sue any of the kids if they let a word slip. Yes, the plan was ambitious, but it's for the best.

Shooter #1 shoves Flash and wrestles the phone away from his grasp. Flash resists, pulling on the phone. Shooter #2 hurries over and helps Shooter #1.

Peter lowers himself down from the ceiling slowly. Betty is the first to see him. Betty nudges Cindy, who nudges Abe, who nudges Brad, who nudges- the point is, everyone had their eyes on him now.

Peter holds a single finger up in a shushing motion, then tugs his sweater sleeves back, revealing his webshooters. Before he could do anything, though, the spidey sense ringing that had been there the entire time somehow turns even more painful. He swivels toward the shooters and Flash, his eyes settling on the gun pointed at Flash out of Flash's vision.

Everything turns into slow motion. A loud click rings through the air as the gun's safety comes off. Peter lunges towards the shooters, prepared to tackle Flash down to the ground. A single bullet soars through the air... and buries itself in Peter's stomach.

White-hot pain flashes through Peter's whole body. Peter could feel every nerve, every cell ripping apart. Warm blood trickles down, sending chills down his spine.

Peter and Flash thud and roll to a stop a couple feet away. Flash looks at Peter in disbelief.

A layer of sweat shines against Peter's pale face. Every breath, every gasp for air was agony.

"I see we've found Stark's intern..." Shooter #2 murmurs coolly.

Peter sits up shakily, vision overtaken by darkness for just a second. He presses his hands against his bled-through sweater, on his wound.

"P-Peter? I-......" Flash mutters.

Peter shakes his head, then stumbles up into a standing position. His eyes, dilated with pain, darts over the terrified faces of his classmates.

On your left! screams Peter's spidey sense. He steps aside hastily. A bullet suddenly whizzes by on his left, grazing his arm.

Peter grunts in pain. More blood trickles down his arm.

Peter, being the stupid self-sacrificial hero he is, tackles the two shooters. He sweeps a leg under Shooter #2, slams a fist into Shooter #1's face.

Brad shoots up, running over. "Here! I can help! I've studied martial arts-"

He roundhouse-kicks Shooter #2 in the crotch. Shooter #2 goes down, but before he does, he squeezes his gun's trigger lightly.

And of course... the bullet has to hit Peter. The gun clatters to the ground the same time Peter stumbles, leaning against a desk. Blood pools on the desk, dripping down the edges. He gasps as his eyelids flutter closed. His face pales dramatically, turning a sickly shade of green.

Faint police sirens could be heard outside the school. Shooter #1's eyes widen.

"Yo, we gotta get out!" he yells, "grab the intern, we need him!"

"How many bullets you got left?" Shooter #2 responds, panicked, "I got 0!!"

"I got 1. Now c'mon, c'mon! We gotta leave!"

"Oh no you aren't." The door slams down to reveal the one and only, Iron Man. Peter limps forward.

"You can't attack us, we got your intern!" Shooter #1 yells shakily.

Even through that iron mask, you could see the rage in Tony's eyes, along with clouds of worry. There was nothing else on his mind besides the safety of Peter. And Peter did not look so good at the moment.

Tony may be a genius, but he definitely did not think his next decision through. He raises a single arm, powering up his repulsors. Once he saw this, Shooter #1 yanks Peter forward, in front of him. There was nothing Tony could do to stop it at that point. The blast fires through the air, lightning-fast, and hits Peter right in the chest.

Colors swirl in Peter's vision. He couldn't decipher light from dark; images turn grainy in his mind. The earth spins, speeding, and speeding, and speeding.... then stops. Peter collapses in pain. A wave of nausea racks his body, making him seize up. He curls up in pain, squeezing his eyes tighter and tighter as if he could just block everything out. The air turns ice-cold, raising goosebumps on his skin, then heats up, making him pant. The temperature turns cold again, and stays there. Peter shivers viciously. Fire burns through every cell in his body, up to the top of his head down to the tip of his toes. He can't stop the weak whimpers that ring through the silent air. Sticky blood seeps out into a puddle underneath him.

Tony rushes forward, only to be stopped by the shooters. "Come any closer, and this bitch gets a hole in his head."

Tony backs up tentatively.

"Step out of your suit."

Almost right away, the Iron Man suit opens up.

And Tony... it's not often you see him so broken. He's always had this mask- a mask that told you everything was fine, that he's just a petty billionaire living his life. Soon after Peter came into his life, he hasn't had to pretend anymore. He finally experienced genuine happiness; Peter had given him that. Peter was the light of his life. Just seeing that smile, hearing his nerdy remarks could put a smile on Tony's face. He's never told Peter anything, in fear of Peter not seeing Tony as a dad like he saw Peter as a son. Now, the chance that that could all be gone, that Tony'd have to live in a world without Peter, was heartbreaking. And who had delivered the strongest blow? Tony. He had shot Peter, right in the chest, with repulsor blasts charged all the way up. A shot that could easily kill.

"Please don't hurt Peter even more, look at him!" Tony begs. He would do anything to bring Peter back to the safety of his arms. "I'll do anything, please!"

"Tony Stark, begging. What a sight to behold. And it's all because of this kid." Shooter #1 swings his foot into Peter's stomach. A small, pathetic yelp and a low wail come muffled from Peter's pitiful, quivering figure.

"St-stop!" Tony hated that his voice was trembling.

Tony's panicked eyes land on... what's her name? AJ?... MJ! She creeps up behind Shooter #1 and, just like that, snatches his gun. Both shooters swivel around, forgetting about Peter and Tony. Tony takes this moment to shoot blasts at both, making sure everybody was a good distance away.

Both crumple to the floor, knocked out. MJ drops the gun, then falls to her knees at Peter's side.

"Hey. Hey! Hey, loser! Time to wake up!" Although her face was emotionless, you could see her hands shaking violently. She lightly pushes Peter onto his back. "Hey... please..." Her facade was beginning to crumble.

Now that Peter was on his back, you could finally see the awful extent of his injuries. Two growing splotches of maroon soak everything around in red. The entire chest area of his shirt was burnt black, ripped and falling apart. A nasty black eye had swelled his eye shut. Tony drops down beside MJ.

"Kid... kiddo...!" Tony sobs, "please... stay with me... Nat's coming over with the quinjet... you just gotta- gotta stay with me, just for a little more. You can't- I- stay awake... kiddo... we were supposed to work on your suit today, we could've finished... movie night... avengers...!" Tony was just babbling a bunch of nonsense now, whatever he could think up.

Ted... Fred... Ned stumbles over, sitting by Peter.

"I never knew it could be this hard..." he whispers, tears dripping down his cheeks. He scrubs them away angrily.

A tiny moan erupts from Peter's mouth. He snivels, shuddering and shaking.

The cops had come in and arrested the shooters, but no one noticed.

Peter reaches out a shaking hand, whispering, "dad...-"

Tony smiles sadly. "I'm right here kiddo."

"is-is every one s-s-safe?"

"Yeah kid, you saved them... how are you feeling?"

"-'m tired... it- it hurts..."

"Please... stay with me kid... it hurts, I know it does, just don't- just don't fall asleep, okay?"

"iss hard..."

"... you know, I love you, kid."

His blinks were getting slower and more sluggish, and his twitching hands were beginning to slow.

"m-me t-t-too, dad."

The door creaks open, letting Natasha through.

"Tony, the jet's ready- oh my fucking god what happened to the kid?"

"-t-tasha?"

Even Nat was having a hard time keeping her composure. "Y-yeah."

Peter made weak grabby hands towards Natasha. Natasha swoops through the classroom and picks Peter up. "ребенок паук..."

"мама паук..." Peter whispers lowly, using up all his energy.

He slowly falls limp in Natasha's arms.

Natasha sobs in despair.

"What are you doing? Get him to the jet!" Tony yelps.

"I-it's... too late..." Natasha whispers, "he's gone..."

Tony shoots up. "No!"

"N-n-n-no. No. It's not. He's still alive, just-" Tony crumples back down to the floor. His son, he couldn't be dead!

Ned and MJ were crying into each other's shoulders. Flash stared on, seemingly unseeingly. All the other classmates were murmuring among themselves.

Peter Parker, Spider-Man, son of Tony Stark.

Peter Parker, friend, son, nephew.

Peter Parker.

Peter Parker had so much to live for. But now that was all gone. Forever.

okay, guys, i'm legitimately sorry for that ending, but i was tired of writing hospital stuff. so... yeah. i killed him. how wonderful. i cried myself to sleep after finishing this chapter.

remember to follow my insta!!!

- Marvelous_Spiderman <3