Hey Guys! So, I just love pretty much every idea about Peter's class somehow finding out about him being close with the Avengers and pretty much just everyone he definitely shouldn't be friends with, sooo here's this fic. Most of my stories will probably have something to do with this kind of this if you're interested (although a lot will be other stuff too). I'm aiming to upload like once a week (But I'm always seriously busy with school so don't sue if I break that promise). I think there'll be like 3 chaps but again I'm not totally sure. Ummm yeah also, disclaimer: I don't own marvel studios (duh) so yeah I don't own Spiderman or Avengers yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah.
Also, I'm envisioning cast of Spiderman: Homecoming and The Avengers so like Tom Holland and RDJ and all them.
Peter groaned and put his head down on his desk. He had been having a terrible day, and his last period was no exception (of course). His only solace was that school would be over in… he tilted his head to be able to see the clock. Two minutes. Too long, he moaned to himself. Ned elbowed him in the side.
"Dude, what's up?" He whispered. Peter buried his head further into his arms before mumbling
"Just having a bad day." Ned chuckled and Peter glared at him. The teacher cleared his throat and all class discussion stopped, attention turning to the front of the room.
"Alright, class. As I'm sure you all know, Midtown did exceptionally well this year in science, and as a reward, the school has deemed fit for the highest scoring class to go on a field trip!" The class perked up at that- field trips were rare at Midtown Tech, and the students enjoyed them when they could. Cindy Larson raised her hand, wiggling it around to express her eagerness.
"Yes, Ms. Larson?" Cindy put her hand down.
"Who won?" The teacher grinned widely and Peter could feel the class's anticipation peak.
"Well, Ms. Larson, good question. I just received an email proclaiming the winner, and the class is… Mr. Harrison's!" The teens exploded in excitement at the name of their homeroom teacher. Cindy stretched her hand into the air once again.
"Yes, Ms. Larson?" The teacher asked kindly.
"Where are we going?" Cindy nearly shouted in enthusiasm. Mr. Harrison's smile only grew as he answered.
"That, class, is going to be a surprise! But I assure you, you will love it. Alright now, pack up, it's time for you to leave!" He clapped his hands. "Peter, could you stay after for just a minute, please?" Peter's mood only worsened.
"Uh, sure, Mr. Harrison." He walked to his teacher's desk and waited until all of the students were gone from the classroom. "You wanted to talk to me?" Mr. Harrison's face quickly dropped from a smile into an almost… regretful expression?
"Yes, Peter. Ah… I'm not sure how to say this, so I'm just going to rip it off, kind of like a band aid." He chuckled weakly, but Peter was only more worried. "I'm very sorry to say, Mr. Parker, but I'm going to have to prohibit you from going on this field trip." Peter opened his mouth to protest, but Mr. Harrison held up a hand, motioning for him to stay quiet. "You just have too many unexcused absences to go! We can only allow up to ten, Peter, and that's being lenient. You have almost… Twenty? And I'm just saying that as a minimum, off of the top of my head. I really am sorry, Pete." Peter said nothing, simply nodding and turning on his heel to leave. He couldn't believe this- he had been so excited to go on a field trip with his class- even if Flash was there! How was he supposed to explain to his school that he was missing days to save the city as Spiderman? He pictured the conversation.
"Hello, Mr. Harrison?"
"Well, I just wanted to let you know that, um… I'm actually Spiderman. And I've been skipping school to save the, um, city? And you, I guess, by extension. I mean, I've even got this wicked bruise from last week's aliens as proof…!
Peter snorted. It was so ridiculous that it almost made Peter laugh. Almost. But he was in a foul mood, and nothing could cheer him up. He sighed and got his phone out at the sound of the familiar ding.
From: Happy :)))))
To: Stark's Kid
Hey Pete, waiting outside the school. Look up read 3:15 pm
Another ding rang out.
What's up, kid? You look upset read 3:15 pm
Peter groaned and scanned the parking lot to find, indeed, a pitch black Tesla waiting for him (The licence plate read TNY STRK 8, as tribute to his "eighth favorite car"). Peter made his way over to the car, dragging his feet to avoid having the conversation of why he was upset with Tony's bodyguard.
Opening the car door and tossing his bag inside, he muttered a quick greeting to Happy before sliding in, shutting the door behind him.
"So, what's wrong, kid?" Happy asked gently. Peter grunted and waved a hand nonchalantly.
"Nothing." At the disbelieving look on Happy's face, he added on a "Really! I'm fine!", before practically begging the bodyguard to just drive him home.
Trudging in through the door and slinging his backpack onto a nice wooden table, Peter groaned. Tony turned from his place making coffee in the kitchen, a look of concern and interest displayed across his face. Peter simply shook his head and sat at the table, resting his head on his arms.
"Kid, seriously. What's up?" Peter only buried his head into his arms as a response.
"Pete. C'mon, you have to tell me. I haven't seen you this upset since… I don't even know. A long time ago, for sure." The man's rambling elicited only a sigh from the teen.
Peter jerked his head up slightly in surprise when a hand rested gently on his shoulder. He turned his head to glare at Tony from the corner of his eye, to which he only responded with an evenly matched stare.
"Fine. I just… my whole class is supposed to go on a field trip, but I can't even go because I've missed too much school!" Peter cried out. Tony gave a sympathetic look.
"Alright, kid. You know what? Why don't you just take the day off instead of going to school. No one will be there anyway, and we can hang out in the lab- just you and me!" Peter's gaze turned to a hopeful one.
"Really, Mr Stark? You would do that?" Tony chuckled and shook his head at the kid. He was just too cute.
"Of course, kid. And how many times do I need to tell you? It's Tony. Mr. Stark makes me feel old." The teen stood, grinning.
"That's because you are old, Mr. Stark." He retorted before racing out of the room, Tony hot on his heels.