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Peter Parker was so fucked.
Completely and utterly fucked.
His AcaDec team could have gone anywhere for there celebratory field trip after their championship win. But they chose - get this - STARK INDUSTRIES. The place where Peter practically lived with how many times he spent the night after he and Tony stayed up too late.
The day of Peter’s demise began pretty normally. It was a Monday. He woke up after two and a half hours of sleep because he stayed out way too late patrolling (Tony was NOT happy). He got up, ate, and got on the bus. The real trouble started in 3rd period: AP Chemistry. His least favorite class. Now, Peter was actually quite good at chemistry. He did college level chemistry with Tony, so this stuff was a breeze. It was the teacher that he had a problem with. Mrs. Elliot seemed to have a vendetta against him. Even MJ didn’t know why, and she knew everything . To make it worse, Flash, Peter’s tormentor, somehow made it into an AP class. AND he sat right behind Peter.
The jerk in question had been throwing crumpled up paper balls at the back of peters head for the entire period. When Peter had finally turned around to ask him to stop, Mrs. Elliot had reprimanded him for talking. But wait, it gets worse.
“Penni, stop talking in class or I’ll have to call your parents.”
In case you were wondering, Penni is not a nickname. Yeah, Mrs. Elliot is a bad teacher. Out of the corner of his eye, Peter had seen MJ’s face contort in fury when she deadnamed him. She may pretend to not care about him, but Peter saw right through her, especially when she got all protective. If there was one thing MJ couldn’t stand, it was discrimination. And capitalism. Now that he thought about it, she would get along really well with Hobie.
Things got even worse, somehow in AcaDec practice when Mr. Harrington announced the field trip destination.
“For our congratulatory championship win trip, we will be going to…”
He ripped a sheet off the whiteboard.
"STARK INDUSTRIES!!!"
The room erupted in glee. Stark industries! The place of the future! They hadn’t even dreamed of ever being able to go - because they didn’t offer tours and you had to be CRAZY smart to get an internship, let alone an actual job. Which is why nobody believed that Peter Parker, local loser, actually had one.
“I bet you’re so excited for this, Penis. Do you think your bestie Tony Stark is gonna show up?” Flash sneered in his ear. “I bet he won’t. Why would he care about you ?” The words hit harder than Peter would have liked to admit.
The boy glumly accepted the permission slip and sulked out of the building, ignoring Flash’s taunts. Tony was away on a business trip for the next week, so there would be no lab time at SI to cheer him up today. So the bus it was.
“Peter, are you even listening to me?” He was ripped out of his reverie by his best friend, Ned.
“…yes?”
“No you weren’t. Anyway, I was saying how excited I am for the SI trip!”
“Ned, you literally go there a weekend every month to build legos with Tony and Bruce. What are you so excited about?”
“See, if you were listening to me, you would know that I’m excited to see flash proved wrong.”
MJ leaned over from the seat across.
“This entire trip will be peak material for my crisis notebook. I’ve already got one of you from today, Peter.”
Peter groaned. “MJ, you of all people should know that nothing will make flash leave me alone. Besides, I can take it,” His friends made a face. “Better me than someone else,” he offered sheepishly, obviously losing this battle.
“Not really,” Ned said.
Peter protested” But-“
“Nope.” By MJ’s tone, Peter could tell this conversation was over.
The next day, Peter tried his best to pretend like nothing had happened, but Flash and his cronies made that impossible. They taunted him at every turn, goading him and making sure the boy knew how screwed he was come Friday.
Peter had left the slip at home, so when practically everyone got up to hand in their forms in Mr. Harrington’s class flash knew something was up.
“Why no permission slip, Penis? Are you trying to skip the trip because you’re scared people will find out that your internship is fake?”
“No. I just forgot it at home.”
This was a lie. Peter did leave the slip at home on purpose, because he did not want to go on the trip. Who wants to go on a field trip to their fucking house ?
Flash was not convinced. “Whatever you say, penis. I hope you’re ready to get all your lies exposed on Friday!”
Peter just sighed. He wasn’t going on that trip if he could help it.
Meanwhile, back at Peter’s house, May had found his slip. She was very amused and laughed for 3 minutes straight, then signed it and sent a picture of it to her nephew, and to Natasha (the two women had grown close through Peter, and were now a force to be reckoned with).
Peter was at lunch when the text came through. His heart sank.
“May found the form.” He showed the photo to MJ. She laughed and said,
“Well I guess you’re definitely going on that trip now!”
“Come on Peter, say you’ll go!”
“Alright. But just for you, Ned.”
True to his word, Peter turned his form in the next day.
The rest of the week passed mostly uneventfully, up until Thursday, the day before the trip.
It was AcaDec practice, and apparently Mr Harrington had another announcement.
“Due to an unforeseen family issue, I will not be able to chaperone tomorrow’s trip. In my stead, your chemistry teacher Mrs. Elliot will be attending."
Peter looked at Ned. This trip had just gotten a lot worse.
“Dude, Mrs Elliot hates you! I feel terrible for making you go now!” Ned looked stricken with guilt.
“I mostly don’t. She’s an asshat, but it’ll be one more face to add to my crisis notebook. Her and Flash are going to get taken down by Pepper," MJ said, the smirk on her face disturbingly menacing.
“MJ, you should come build legos with us tonight!” Ned had been trying to get MJ to come with them for weeks now, but to no avail. “Nice try, Leeds. But I’m not gonna be seen with you losers outside of school.” Peter just sighed. He hadn’t expected anything less from her.
The bus ride home was relatively quiet, leaving Peter alone with his thoughts. This field trip was not going to go well.
Well, at least the Avengers didn’t know.
Oh, how wrong he was.
Over at SI, the Avengers were going through withdrawal. Peter withdrawal. And by ‘the Avengers’ the author means Clint, Bucky, and Sam. And pretty much everyone else.
“Ughhh can’t we just go and get him?”Clint whined. “Why does Happy have to go with Tony anyways, he never actually drives him???” Natasha was quick to shut him up.
“Suck it up Clint.”
“No, no, he’s got a point,”Sam spoke up. “Happy never actually drives Tony. But he’s his chauffeur. What’s up with that? And can we please get happy back so he can get Peter?”
And of course, wherever Sam was, Bucky was. Just to annoy him. “Shut up already, Wilson. You’re hurting my head.”
“Oh well I’m sorry, I had no idea you had a headache. It’s not like you mention it every 5 minutes-” Once Sam laid on the sarcasm, there was no going back.
As the two bickered, Clint asked the question everyone had been thinking.
“Why can’t we just go and get Peter? We’ve got a car, and it’s not like people would think we’re kidnapping him, we’re the Avengers, goddammit!”
“Actually, Clint,” Nat said, making a (fake) sympathetic face, “The fact that we’re the Avengers would make it worse. What's the media gonna think when the Quinjet lands in his backyard? And all of Stark’s cars are extremely recognizable. So all of y'all are gonna have to suck it up and wait till he gets back."
Just at that moment, Pepper walked in. She took one look around the room. Bucky and Sam were bickering in each others faces, Nat was in the process of dragging Clint put of the room to go eat something, and there was a snake on the couch??? Probably Loki, she thought. Pepper sighed.
“It’s been a day since you’ve seen Peter. All of you have his number, and are in multiple group chats with him. You can contact Peter at any moment, and also have the ability to video call him.”
“Yeah but it won’t be the same, Pep!” Clint protested, having wrested free from Nat's iron grip. The other Avengers nodded in agreement.
“Then you’ll just have to deal with it.” Earth's Mightiest Heroes pouted, and sulked, and whined, but they knew they would just have to tough it out until Wednesday of next week, when Tony would be returning. Until Nat gave them the news. She walked back into the room with a sly smile.
“Hey gays, guess what I just found out?” A Peter-deprived sigh came from the rest of the Avengers. “Wow, ungrateful. Anyway, Peter’s AcaDec team is coming here for their field trip! Tomorrow!” Everyone sat up straight. “Now, I know this is all a big shock, but let’s try not to embarrass our ребенок-паук too much while he’s here, right?” she winked.
Across town, Peter’s spider sense tingled. Veeeery lightly. He almost didn’t notice it. But of course, he did.
It was at that moment that he knew. He was fucked.
“Stop laughing! It’s not funny!”
“But it is, Petey-Pie! Just think of all the pranks you could pull!”
Wade had a point. But it was still not funny. “Wade, my classmates don’t know that side of me. To them, I’m shy, nerdy, quiet Peter Parker, and would never even think on pulling a prank on someone, especially not the guy who bullies me-" Peter caught himself before he let it slip that he was bullied at school. Thankfully, Wade didn't catch it.
Wade seemed genuinely confused. “…But that’s literally the opposite of the Peter I know…” he whined.
“And that’s exactly what they’ll think when they see me interacting with you guys. And Flash-“ he caught himself again. Peter knew that Wade would not hesitate to kill Flash. Even though the mercenary was on a 4 month no-kill streak, if anyone messed with his Petey-Pie, they would get it.
Peter closed his eyes and listened for the sounds of crime, just like Matt had taught him. As if the vigilante could hear his thoughts, Daredevil climbed up onto the building next to him.
“Speak of the devil,” Wade quipped, looking extremely proud of himself for that one. Suddenly, a scream rang out. Judging by the way his head snapped around, Matt had heard it too. The vigilantes sped off towards the sound, easily taking out the mugger. Peter webbed him up, and they were off again. The rest of the night proceeded similarly, with small muggings and robberies happening throughout the city. The team disposed of them easily. And then, they caught wind of a drug deal happening on the docks of Hell’s Kitchen. When they arrived, however, it was deserted. Or so they thought. Matt, with his echolocation-ass hearing, easily pinpointed the criminals.
“It’s an ambush-“ he never got the chance to finish his sentence before they were jumped. Eventually, they took them down. It was only when they were three blocks away that they (Wade) noticed the stab wound in Peter’s side.
“Uhh, Peter?”
“Yeah?”
“You- you got a little something there…” Peter looked down, and lo and behold, a knife was sticking out of his side.
“Shit. Shit shit shitshitshit. Mr. Starks gonna kill me for this!”
Even in the dark, Peter could see Matt’s mouth twisting into a worried grimace. The man picked him up and, with the help of wade, brought him to safety. Then he called Claire.
“Uhhh, heyyy Claire- no, no, I’m fine! -yeah no I’m fine I swear I just have a few bruises- that’s not the point! Peter got stabbed, and I need you to come stitch him up before Stark kills me, and-“
A long pause. Peter could probably have been listening to what Claire was saying on the other end, but he was in so much pain and also the author was too lazy to write it. What? That stab wound must have been really bad, because he only got like that when he was delusional. Wade talked like that, maybe Wade was delulu? Wait, that doesn't even make sense... Author, what are you doing??
The last thing he heard before he blacked out was Wade, telling him to stay the fuck awake and don’t pass out on me now . But it was no use.
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