Spiderkid

Field Trip

(Okay, so in this short story Tony didn't sell the tower, but him and the rest of the Avengers normally stay at the compound and Peter sleeps there over the weekend and hangs out with them a lot. The civil war was resolved and ant man and the wasp joined them. We're just going to pretend that movie didn't happen, good? Good.)

It was a Friday, Peter Parker's favorite day of the week. Not because school was out for the next two days. In fact, Peter enjoyed going to school, seeing as he aced every class and loved to learn. The reason he was excited, was because in half an hour, Happy Hogan, Tony Stark's head of security, would be picking him up. After that he got a whole weekend at the Avengers Compound. Helping Iron Man upgrade and build suits. Eating burgers grilled by Captain America. Training with Black Widow and pranking teammates with Hawkeye. It wasn't a surprise he was impatient for the final bell to sound.

When the drawn out ringing echoed through the hallways, he scooped up his bag and practicality skipped out of the classroom. He was so focused on his thoughts that he had forgotten the fact that Flash Thompson had left him alone all day. If he had not been oblivious to the fact, he may have remembered that on days like that, Flash was saving his beating until after school. Most of the time Flash let off steam slowly throughout the day, so when he bottles it up, it's bad.

So when Peter's spidey scenes went off and he was abruptly slammed against a locker, the hero really shouldn't have been surprised. No one paid them much attention. This was normal after all. So all the help Peter got was the sympathetic stares from a few students.

"Penis Parker," Flash grinned at him as the smaller boy rubbed his shoulder where a bruise was already starting to form. "I almost thought you were avoiding me today."

"Whatever." Peter tried to keep his cool and ignore the bully. He adjusted his backpack strap and took a step to move past Flash, but his tormentor wasn't having it.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," Flash growled.

Peter looked back to glare at him, blocking out the alarms blaring in his head. He was met with a fist to the face. He gasped and stumbled back, hitting the locker. The young hero brought a hand up to find his eye already swelling up. He swore under his breath, knowing there would be no way to hide it before he got back to the compound.

Flash, at least, seemed satisfied. He laughed and called him pathetic before swinging his bag around and merging into the crowd. Peter winced in pain as he touched his closed eye again. Alibi, alibi, he thought franticly as he pushed through the river of students and out the front doors. I, uh, tripped!   Opened my locker too fast? Someone threw a book the wrong way? They were all terrible. Natasha and Pepper would be able to see through any lie.

So, for the moment, he only pulled his hood over his head and had to hope they wouldn't notice. It would be healed by dinner anyway, right?

What he didn't count on was Happy seeing through his charade right away.

"Hi, Happy," Peter greeted lightly, as he normally did as he slipped into the backseat of the sleek, black car.

Happy looked back and squinted at him. "What's that on your face?"

Play innocent? Or excuse? Come on, Parker think! But all that came out of his mouth was, "I, uh...well it's, um...a long story?"

He sighed impatiently. "Whatever, kid. Don't tell me."

He started up the car and pulled out, causing Peter to let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He didn't notice the curious glances Happy occasionally shot him through the mirror. No matter how much Happy wanted to deny it, the kid had grown on him. Instead of asking, he kept his hands on the wheel and drove to the compound. It was only an hour later that they showed up on the long driveway and Happy pretty much kicked the teenager out of the car.

Peter stepped up to the front door and took a breath, preparing for the avalanche of question he was about to get hit with.

"FRIDAY, can you unlock the door," he asked nobody.

"Of course," the AI said immediately. "Welcome back Peter."

He opened the door and walked into the living room only to find Earth's Mightiest Heroes in the middle of a movie theater snack war. Clint Barton aka Hawkeye had control of the popcorn and was pelting everyone with it. Sam Wilson aka The Falcon had a bowl of gummy bears and was in the middle of mortal combat with Scott Lang or Ant Man. The Winter Soldier also known as Bucky Barnes was getting demolished by The Scarlet Witch And Black Widow Who apparently teamed up. Tony was crouched behind the couch shouting that he needed back up while Dr. Bruce Banner, Captain America, Rhondey the War Machine and Hope Pym aka The Wasp had moved away to a table, sipping coffee and ignoring their less mature teammates. Vision was the only one trying desperately to get them to stop because they were making a mess.

Peter choked on laughter as Clint snuck up behind Tony and dumped a cup of water over his expense looking suit. The billionaire fell over in shock before turning to Hawkeye and lunging at him in anger. The assassin merely danced away, laughing. It was then that Rhondey  noticed the teenager standing in the doorway and raised an eyebrow as if to say Can you believe them? Peter shrugged and grinned, knowing if he had been here earlier, he would have joined in.

"Guys!" Steve Rogers shouted over the commotion. "Peter's here!"

The war suddenly pulled to a stop, heads whipping around, some arms still cocked, ready to throw treats across the room. Vision looked like he was going to faint with relief. Then the silence was broken with a bunch of "Pete!" and "Spiderboy!" (Sam), along with Clint's "Finally!"

One comment from - surprise, surprise - Natasha made him freeze.

"What happened to your face?"

Fick.

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First ever posting on Wattpad, can I get a WHOOP WHOOP?
But seriously, if you're reading this, constructive criticism would be nice so that I can make it better. One of the reasons I'm doing this book is to help my writing skills.
Until next time, web-heads.

(Edit: Why were my a/n so bubbly and dorky when I started writing??)

-Wanda