“Okay so hear me out—“
”Not happening Ned.” Sighing Peter rested his head on the table and wallowed in his despair.
”But Peter! You can finally prove to Flash you’re not lying, knock him down a few pegs,” Ned pushed, nudging Peter in the side.
”I know, I know—but what if something about spider-man gets out?”
Sighing, Ned went back to his food. “I guess you’re right.. but you’ll still go, right?”
Peter shook his head, “nah, i’ll probably stay with Dad in the labs. Plus the Avengers are coming back tomorrow I need to be there to help them get settled back in and fix some of their gear. Clint broke his bow again.”
Ned grimaced, knowing how much Peter’s had to fix Clint’s bow in the past month.
”Y’know maybe you should just make it indestructible at this point.”
Peter laughed and shook his head, “I thought about it but Dad said Clint needs to learn to be responsible with it.” At that Ned laughed too, “Mr. Stark is the best!”
The bell rang and Peter and Ned collected their things, throwing away their leftover lunch before heading to class.
Throughout the day Peter had to constantly shoulder off Flashes comments—all about the internship not being real and it’ll be proved tomorrow. If only he knew Peter is actually a second boss under Tony, being his son and all that.
He half wonders about the look on Flashes face when he realizes everyone at the tower knows him.
Hm.. maybe he can get MJ to capture his face when it happens.
Soon enough the last bell rang and Peter waved goodbye to Ned and MJ before walking over to where Happy was waiting with the car, acting a little sulky.
”Hey kid, rough day?”
Peter sighed, “you wouldn’t believe it.”
Happy hummed and started to drive, meanwhile Peter rested his head against the window and looked blankly outside, not feeling all that chatty.
”Tony said you got a field trip home?” Happy grinned and looked back in the mirror and Peter could only groan, “he knows about that?! I haven’t even gotten home to give him the permission slip yet! Besides, i’m not going.”
Happy chuckled and shook his head. “I know Pete, he told me as much. He figured he’d call you out tomorrow, apparently the Avengers are coming back—“ we pulled into the parking lot for the tower and Happy went around to the back of the building, “don’t you have that prank war with them going on?”
Peter’s eyes widened in realization and immediately he was jumping out of the car and rushing for the building, only bothering to shout out, “bye Happy!!! Thanks for the ride!” before disappearing inside.
Immediately getting into the elevator he took it up to Tony’s lab and stumbled in with the look of a crazy man, “the prank war!”
Tony turned around with a smile and a realistic looking gun in hand, “I know, kid.”
Peter eyed the gun in his hand warily, “why do you have a gun..?”
Tony shrugged, “it’s for the prank war obviously.”
”We can’t kill them!”
Bursting out laughing Tony shook his head and pat the gun, “that’s part of the prank kid. It’s just a really elaborate water gun. You can even make the water colorful and it’ll stain their clothes,” Mr. Stark grinned and Peter couldn’t help but grin back with a shark like smile.
”This is why I love you dad.”
”I know Pete, now come on, help me test this thing! There’s a vest over there and an extra gun, be careful they’re kinda sensitive at the moment—“ Peter didn’t need to be told twice before picking up the gun and flipping it around in his hands.
”Oh my god this is so cool!” He whispered in amazement as he shot it at Tony’s vest and colored pink water splattered everywhere, creating a mess and effectively drenching the billionaire. "But why don't we just use paint guns? Aren't they the same thing pretty much?"
A shiver went down Tony's spine. "Remember the April 14th incident?"
Peter froze and his face paled. "Oh. Yeah. Water guns were a good idea."
"Yeah."
The two spent the rest of the day testing the guns and adding some adjustments before calling it quits and trudging off to the kitchen to order pizza.
”They won’t know what him ‘em,” Mr. Stark said, raising a glass in toast.
” ‘Ay, here’s to the glorious prank war,” Peter nodded solemnly as he raised his own glass—though filled with soda and not wine.
The next day couldn’t come quick enough.
—
“Does Peter know we’re here?” MJ whispered to Ned, looking around the lobby.
Ned shrugged.
”I mean probably, Friday probably alerted Tony and him already. They won’t leave the labs more than likely.”
MJ sighed, “why do I have a feeling somethings gonna happen?” She crossed her arms and threw a glare at Flash who was trying to taunt the two—asking where Peter was.
Ned couldn’t help but agree with her statement, something felt off. Like trouble was brewing.
”Can we have a normal field trip just once?” He mumbled as they went to collect their badges and stand in line to go through security.
MJ shook her head, “I think that’s too much to ask when Parker’s involved.”
”You’re right..”
—
Peter held the gun close to his chest, peaking around the corner and holding his stance. When he saw nothing he pressed the com next to his ear, “negative, no one on the west wing. Where are they?” Peter mumbled the last part, throwing a look around.
Tony suddenly shouted—“found Nat! North, I repeat, north!” there was shouting and Peter could faintly hear the gun being fired with his super hearing, as well as shouts of exclamation and a bomb going off.
Damnit they have the glitter bombs again.
Sighing Peter left his position and walked stealthily down the hall, pointing his gun as he turned every corner.
Then his spidey sense flared and he jumped out of the way of three candy canes being thrown his way—“really?!” Peter shouted as he sprayed Clint in the chest with purple water. He had to do a series of jumps to avoid more of the peppermint being thrown his way.
Clint looked down at his clothes with a sad look, “my shirt..” then looked up with a steely look and loaded his bow, though albeit a little slower because it was still broken, “you’re gonna regret that spidey!” he notched his peppermint laced arrows and Peter grimaced as he raced off down the hall.
Earlier in the year they’d found out peppermint and Peter do not mix—so it’d become a staple in prank wars.
It didn’t hurt Peter at all, it made him uncomfortable and his Spidey sense go haywire.. so the avengers took it as their go to prank to take Peter down in desperate measures.
Peter guesses this was desperate measures.
Smiling wildly Peter slid down the wall and tumbled into a room, holding his breath crouched behind a wall as Clint ran past.
When his spidey sense calmed down he pressed the comms again, “Clint’s heading your way. I think I hear Steve close by i’ll try and catch him off guard.”
Tony gave an affirmative and informed Peter he’d effectively taken down Natasha and was currently stalking Thor down the hall.
Peter gave one last look around the room before going after Steve’s scent—he found him crouched in one of the labs setting up a glue trap, “aha!” Peter shouted, jumping out and hitting the super soldier with water.
Steve, caught off guard, fell into the glue trap—looking up at Peter in surprise.
”Stand down capcicle,” Peter said as he aimed the gun at the other, “tell me where Bucky is and i’ll let you off pink free.” He switched the water color to pink.
Steve raised his hands in defeat, “you got me kid. But i’ll have you know after last time Bucky decided not to tell me his plans.”
Peter eyed the other man and decided he was lying as he sprayed him with the pink water, stifling laughter at the Captains new look.
”Aw, come on!”
”Sorry Cap, tell me the truth next time!” Peter left the room swiftly, knowing that since the glue trap had water on it now it probably wouldn’t take Steve too much longer to break free.
Running past an already exploded glitter bomb Peter took the stairs down and started to head towards where he heard breathing—maybe Bucky.
If the heavy footsteps were anything to say, it probably was.
Taking post against a wall again, he held the gun up to his chest as he peeked around the corner, unaware of the people watching him.
”Uhm.. Peter?”
Eyes widening Peter raised the gun and aimed it at the voice, then slowly lowered it and paused when he saw the whole Acadec team standing there with their mouths dropped open
Well, it’s not everyday you probably see your teammate dressed in all black holding a realistic looking gun in the Avengers tower.
“Uhm—“ Peter paused and his head snapped to the side.
Bucky was getting closer.
”Peter Parker why the hell do you have a gun?!” Mr. Harrington cursed, seemingly forgetting that he probably shouldn’t as a teacher.
”SHHH! You’re gonna blow my cover!” Peter scolded, “i’ll explain later!”
Suddenly a glitter bomb was being thrown his way and he had only a mere second to jump out of the way before it exploded everywhere.
”You’re gonna have to try harder than that Bucky!”
Ignoring his teammates confused shouted questions Peter aimed his gun and jumped out of the way of silly string before shooting, it effectively hit the target if the shouted “fuck!” was anything to go by.
”Have fun being yellow, Buck.”
Bucky emerged from the shadows looking like a man 100% done with life, raising his hands in surrender.
Peter was about to shoot again before Bucky shouted, “wait! let me make you a deal,” eyes narrowing Peter eyed the other, “give me a good reason to listen to you.”
”Uh,” said Abe intelligently, “what’s going on?”
Turning his head back to the team he saw Ned and MJ’s exasperated looks, and they looked one second away from busting out laughing.
”Prank war?..” Peter said meekly.
”Yeah, so you’re casually having a prank war with the avengers.” Flash said blankly as he crossed his arms.
Peter shrugged.
”Kid where are you! I’m getting bombarded here!”
”Wait is that Mr. Stark?” Beth said weakly as Peter’s coms rang out.
Cursing Peter turned his attention back to the war, “i’m on my way!”
Turning his attention back to Bucky Peter raised his gun, “alright what’s the deal.”
”Let me join your side, I wouldn’t mind getting Rhodey and Clint back for the last prank war. Plus, Sam’s fun to annoy.”
”What about Cap?”
Bucky shrugged, “he’ll live.”
Peter whistled, “a betrayal, I like it. Follow me i’ll get you an extra gun.”
Bucky had a wolf like grin on his face, “you got it kid. Let’s go beat some ass,” we did a quick handshake and Peter turned back to the still jaw dropped group, “alright, don’t say anything about this to anyone. I’m really busy right now but I swear i’ll explain later. Now come on Bucky, let’s go!”
—
The team watched as Peter ran casually off with the Winter Soldier and couldn’t help but sit in deafening silence
”So,” Abe started, “guess he wasn’t lying about the internship?..” he ended weakly.
Ned scoffed, “of course he wasn’t—this is also kinda normal for them by the way.”
Ned was met with incredulous looks and he just raised an eyebrow, “what? I’m right! Aren’t I Mrs. Clara?” he turned to the tour guide for help who was watching with amusement.
”He’s right. The prank wars been going on for like three months, him and the avengers are always up to something. Mini boss and Mr. Stark always have something up their sleeve,” the tour guide shrugged, “us other workers are just kinda used to it.”
Flash couldn’t help but look absolutely lost and dejected at Peter being referred to as ‘Mini Boss’ and MJ smirked as she sketched down his face in her despair notebook.
“Now come on! On with the tour!” Mrs. Clara said, leading everyone to the elevator they’d been going to before seeing Peter.
The rest of the tour was spent with the team listening for nearby shots or explosions of glitter bombs.
Sometimes they occasionally saw the avengers running down the hall—
At one point they’d seen Peter fighting only to have his gun knocked out of his hands, then came along Mr. Stark who shouted and waved at him before picking Peter up and throwing him right at Steve—Peter equipped with a sharpie and a dream while Mr. Stark laughed manically.
They’d also seen Steve shout in surprise as Bucky attacked him from behind—watching as Captain America screamed ‘NOOOO!’ and slammed his fist into the ground while Bucky aimed the gun Peter earlier had at his head .
”Told you we can’t have a normal field trip,” MJ said, picking at her fries and choosing to ignore the fighting near the lunch room.
Ned sighed.
”Yeah. Yeah I know.”
He paused.
“Does this mean movie nights off tonight?..”
MJ gave him a look and shrugged. “Probably not. The war looks like it’ll be over soon if Rhodey and the others getting absolutely destroyed over there is anything to go by.”
Ned nodded, “yeah you’re right.”
The end of the tour came slowly enough and soon they were trudging back down to the lobby—everyone still processing the situation aside from Ned and MJ.
It didn’t help that in the lobby sat all the avengers and Peter.
Mr. Stark, Bucky, and Peter were all laughing hysterically while everyone else looked absolutely defeated.
Everyone was covered in colorful water and drenched, some dripping onto the floor.
Clint was covered in feathers and syrup.
Sam was sitting on the floor with his head in his hands and mumbled something about ‘they had guns!’
Bucky walked up to Steve and pat him on the shoulder.
And the weirdest part?—none of the other workers looked bothered in the slightest, some only stifling laughter as they watched the scene.
Eventually Peter caught sight of the team and ran over, “hey guys!”
”Parker.” Flash said deadly, “what the fuck.”
Peter raised his hands in surrender, “listen I know this is probably a really bad look—“
”If anything it’s a hilarious look kid, you should’ve seen their faces when they first walked in here.” Mr. Stark was standing by Peter’s side with his arms crossed and a small smile.
”Still on for movie night Ned and MJ?” Mr. Stark casually asked, “my kid here needs some downtime after all that fighting.”
”Dad!” Peter groaned, running his hands down his face.
Ned shared a look with MJ and nodded—“we’ll be there don’t worry Mr. Stark! Also please stop Clint from eating all my chips?”
”Sorry did Peter just call Mr. Stark dad?”
At that Peter decided it was his que to leave. “Y’know what i’m suddenly remembering all this work I have to do.. BYE GUYS SEE YOU MONDAY!!” before running off to the elevator and leaving Mr. Stark and his class alone.
Mr. Stark sighed and turned back to the class, “alright how about we sign some NDA’s?”
Everyone groaned.