There was one rule in Mr. Harrington’s class everyone knew: if your phone isn’t on silent and rings you must answer and put it on speaker, no exceptions—and while this did annoy people they got over it and less and less phones started having to be answered. Plus, either way, it was better than having to hand your phone over to the office.
At least, that’s what some people thought.
Peter would rather be shot than have to answer his phone in class.
Exhibit A being:
”Dude!” Ned nudged him in the side. Peter was startled out of his thoughts by his phone ringing and internally groaned.
”Mr. Parker,” Mr. Harrington started, “you know the rule.”
Sighing Peter fished his phone out of his pocket, all the while praying to every god it was just May or something. Because dear god if one of the avengers were calling him—
Fuck, it’s Tony.
Thats worse.
”Uh—sir, I don’t think...”
”Parker.” Mr. Harrington raised an eyebrow, “let’s just get it over with.”
No, no other worldly being he prayed to could possible help him with what was about to happen.
All he could do was accept his fate. “Karen, answer the call.” He ignored the questions of ‘who is karen?’ from his classmates as the AI responded, “right away, Peter. Also, you have five unanswered texts and one very important unread email.”
”I’ll get to them later.” He said distractedly as his phone beeped and the call came through.
”Peter!” Tony’s voice rang out through the classroom, and everyone immediately fell dead silent.
Tony sighed deeply, “kid, i’ve been trying to text you for the past hour. You left this—what is it Friday? Right.. you left this bomb in my lab and I have no idea what to do with it kid. What the hell even is this thing?” There was the clicking of metal as Tony poked at the bomb, which all in all probably wasn’t that wise given he didn’t know what it was.
”Right.” Peter deadpanned. “And why are you bothering me over this while i’m at school? Couldn’t have waited? The days almost over!” Peter groaned the last part and wanted nothing more then to slam his head against the lab table multiple times.
“Oh, I should’ve started it off like this—it’s beeping, like y’know, about to detonate. Speaking of, its getting pretty quick.” Tony didn’t sound too worried, he knew Peter would never purposefully try to blow up his lab.. accidentally on the other hand.
”Wait, i’m sorry, Peter has a bomb in Mr. Stark’s lab?” Betty questioned, “can we get back to that part.”
”What the hell Parker.” Flash looked like he’d seen a ghost.. and like he’d been run over multiple times with how horrified and surprised he looked.
Well, it’s not everyday your classmate gets a call from Tony Stark.
To be fair though he has told them he’s had an internship.
Internship is a loose term given he’s the heir to the company, but who’s checking?
Ned’s jaw is dropped, “dude.” he illiterates from earlier. “You’ve gotta hang up,” Ned whispered under his breath. Peter shook his head, “dad would kill me!” Ned gave him a look of sympathy in return.
“Pete?” Tony said, “who’s speaking in the background?”
”Uhh..” Peter looks around the classroom at his jaw dropped classmates and Mr. Harrington—his teacher had dropped what he’d been holding and was just staring.. is he okay?
Focusing back on the problem at hand he sighed again, someone should be keeping a counter at this point—“my classmates.” He said with exhaustion. “Mr. Harrington has this phone rule, we have to pick up and put it on speaker.”
Tony is quiet for a while, then there’s laughing. “Only you kid, only you.”
”I know.” Peter grumbles.
”Anyways, the bomb.”
”Right,” Peter takes his laptop from his bag and begins to look through his blueprints from last night, “uhh.. okay, heres the code. 067bgH@38#sk.” There was clicking noises as Tony input the code, then a loud beep that signaled it’d been diffused.
”Phew. That could’ve been a disaster! Thanks kid. Also again, what is this thing Pete?”
Peter shrugged loosely despite Tony not being able to see him. “Oh y’know.. something.” He leaned back in his chair, just going with the flow at this point and trying his best not to look at his classmates. The stares he felt directed at him was enough.
He hoped Tony would catch this hint it’s for Spider-Man, which thankfully the man did, “ohh, okay. Gotcha. Well I guess i’ll leave you alone now—wait no, never mind, we gotta talk about tonight.”
There was some rustling around on the other end and when Tony spoke next it wasn’t in english, but rather in italian.
”Pepper wanted to ask what you want for dinner. The others are coming tonight. Oh, and May and Happy, they’ve got back from vacation. Bleh, lovebirds.”
Peter laughed, “I didn’t know! Also some of your famous lasagna sounds good. Ooo wait, is Steve cooking?” There were gasps around the classroom at Peter’s fluent usage of the language—they obviously hadn’t been expecting someone like him to know other languages. Imagine how surprised they be if they ever figured out he knew almost six different languages.
Tony hummed, “I can convince him to make his famous chicken alfredo. How about Lasagna tomorrow?”
”Sounds good.” Peter drummed his fingers against the table. “Say, does Steve have my old web-shooters? I couldn’t find them this morning.”
”I think so. Maybe he was the one who left them in the common room with a note actually.. i’ll look after this.”
“What are they even talking about right now?” someone muttered, confusion evident.
Abe’s voice held an air of disbelief, “I don’t know.. they’re speaking in italian. Something about lasagna and Captain America?.. And Mrs. Stark, he also mentioned his aunts name.”
”And Hogan,” Betty pointed out, “that’s Mr. Stark’s bodyguard.”
”What the hell.” Flash said again.
This would be a disaster to explain afterwords—or wait, he doesn’t have to explain a thing! Hah, yeah, just leave them all in confusion. After all, who would believe them?
This is fine.
Peter nodded his head. “That’s fine. Oh, tell Clint his new arrows are in his room.”
“Hawkeye now.. what the hell is this conversation, does anyone know italian?” There’s various head shakes across the room, confirming Peter’s belief no one was able to understand him.
That’s good.
Or he’d have to explain a lot, and that’s one thing he doesn’t want to do.
Mr. Harrington, finally gaining his senses, cleared his throat—“uhm.. Peter, you can hang up it’s not a problem.” He seemed just as lost and confused, and a little bit done—Peter felt sorry for him because he was definitely not paid enough to deal with any of this.
“Ah, okay.” Peter said awkwardly, then to Mr. Stark in italian again, “i’ve gotta go. Schools almost out, though. Is Happy coming to get me today?”
Tony tsked as he flipped through the calendar next to his desk presumably, “nope. Looks like Nat claimed the spot for today. Well i’ll see you later kid. Don’t get into any trouble, ‘kay Spidey?” There was a teasing lilt in his voice and Peter laughed, shaking his head, “of course not. See you later dad.”
”See ‘ya later alligator.”
“Never say that again.” Peter groaned in english this time, leaving Tony laughing at his demise. “You wish. Bye kiddo.” The line clicked, signaling the call had ended.
It was dead silent for only a few more seconds before the classroom erupted in questions.
”Why’d Tony Stark call you kiddo?”
“Are you his son? Oh my god, Stark had a hidden son-“
”Wait let’s ask the real questions, why were they talking about lasagna?”
”No, no, she’s right.”
”Now hold on a minute—“
”Did I hear a Black Widow mention?”
”So the internship is real?”
”No shit!”
”Why are we skipping over the literal bomb.”
“Because he knows the avengers! How do you know the avengers, Peter?”
“Since when did Parker speak fluent italian!?”
”GUYS!” MJ shouted into the ensuing chaos. “Can you all shut up. I’d like to get back to the lesson and so would these nerds.” She jabbed her finger at him and Ned. Peter’s face flushed as once again all attention was on him.
”Wow, rude much MJ.” Ned said with no serious heat behind it, to which MJ raised an eyebrow.
She’d saved their asses because as soon as everyone had stopped talking Mr. Harrington had begun teaching again—albeit with his hands shaking the whole time and looking mildly concerned.
To be fair, again, it’s not everyday one of your students knows the Tony Stark. He doesn’t want to imagine the heart attack his teacher would have if he told him he was Tony Stark’s son and the heir to his company.. but maybe that’s best left for another day.
As soon as the bell rang Peter was dragging Ned and MJ with him out the door, rushing out of the school.
He frankly did not want to deal with the shitstorm that would soon go down—he’ll save that for next week on monday. And by then rumors will probably already be spreading of what happened.
”That was interesting.” MJ helpfully supplied while they’d piled into the car Natasha had brought to pick them up.
Peter groaned into his bag, “don’t remind me. Just don’t speak of it. That was so embarrassing!”
“If it helps, I understood it all.” MJ smiled smugly.
”Oh shit I forgot you could speak italian,” Ned smirked, “you guys have gotta teach me, I can barely read it!”
”I’ll catch you up, don’t worry nerd.” MJ said as she opened her notebook
Peter debated the benefits of opening the car door and jumping out.
Nat just smiled at him through the rearview mirror, no doubt already knowing what had happened.
Peter shouldn’t have come to school today..
Damn Parker luck.