Chapter 1
“Mr Parker, if you sleep any longer, you will be late for meeting your class”
At the automated voice, peter instantly shot to a sitting position in bed. He had been lightly aware of the fact he had been snoozing his alarms for a while but didn’t realise he had gone this far. After checking his phone and seeing that he only had 25 minutes before his class was due to arrive, the teen quickly but begrudgingly forced his body out of the soft warm bed, and into the cold harsh en suite bathroom before starting the shower to get ready.
Peter had been living at the tower for a fair few months now since it was mutually decided by Aunt May and Tony Stark that being able to spend more time in the labs would strongly improve his skills and ultimately set him up for a better future.
Peter’s bond with Tony had grown exponentially in the last year since his run-in with the vulture, and May finding out about his alter ego – She had, of course, been terrified at first. In fact, a whole range of emotions sprung through her head from fear to pride, to anger. But after seeing the relationship between Tony and Peter, and witnessing how much of paternal role the man took (not that either male would admit it, whether it be through weird teenage angst or the billionaire's inability to comprehend emotions) she began to understand how important this part of his life was.
Everything had been going great. Sure, life had been hectic and busy, but he was loving every moment of it. Since moving into the tower, Peter got to spend time in Mr stark’s personal lab, a personal lab that was built just for him, intern labs on the lower levels (to be able to keep his intern documents for school accurate), and even became a lab director – all alongside his patrol time, making time to watch movies and build Lego with Ned and MJ (both of whom were now also interns – Ned for coding and MJ in legal), re-joining decathlon team, AND meeting up with May on a regular basis for dinners and catch-ups.
Well… it had all been going great until about two weeks ago when parker luck stuck again. Peter had been sat in his chemistry class, tuning out the teacher and daydreaming about one of his current intern projects. The thing that finally pulled him out of his daydream planning was the words “Stark Industries” spoken loud and clear at the front of the class.
Looking up from his formula doodles he spotted the words “field trip” scrawled across the whiteboard. The class more or less erupted into cheers and claps from all bar 3 of the students.
The three current stark industries interns all just froze and shared concerned looks to each other. Obviously behind Ned’s concerned expression, was the joy and excitement that he was trying to suppress. Sure he went there all the time, both as an intern in his own right, and as peters friend to hang out on the living floors, but still, he was getting to spend a school day at his favourite place on earth!
As the bell rang and the students began packing up, grabbing permission slips, and getting out of the class to finally go home, something struck the back of peters head… a hand… Flash’s hand.
“Finally a chance to expose you as the liar you are Penis!”
The remark was ignored as the Flash headed to the door and Peter began to get up.
Peter was last out of the class but just has he reluctantly grabbed his permission slip...
“Mr Parker, a word please.”
“Uh, yeah, what’s up, Mr Turner?”
“Look, Peter… I am aware of the rumours you have spread about your internship…”
“Oh, they’re not rumours Sir, I’ve given the school all the documentation for it”
“Enough, now I know that Stark industries do not accept interns below college level. We will be having words about falsifying documents at a later date, but for the meantime, I ask that you keep this quiet during our visit as it will only reflect badly on the school”
“But-”
“That’s enough Peter, off you go”
“yes, Mr Turner” he muttered before making his way to the door.
Peter had gotten May to sign his permission slip to avoid any more forgery accusations from Mr Turner that would most definitely arise if Tony had signed. Along with a note to say the teen would meet the group at the tower and would remain there afterwards - to save Happy making the pointless journeys to and from the schoolyard.
That more or less brings us to now. The day of the trip. Peter had stayed in the lab until 3 am the night before (morning of?) muttering the excuse of having the extra hour in bed, however now running late, he had serious regrets.
Peter had planned on being in the tower’s lobby for 09:50 am, meaning he should make it there before his class who were due to arrive at 10 am. It was now 09:48 and he was just running out of his bedroom. Or should I say hopping? The teen was still trying to get a shoe on with one hand and towel drying his hair with the other whilst he made his way to the kitchen to grab a pancake. He decided on giving up on the shoe and taking it off completely whilst shoving his face full of food.
He was grateful that no one was in the common areas that would moan at him for staying up too late. In fact, the only people here were Morgan and Harley – who had been tasked with entertaining the toddler all day. Peter quickly leaned over and gave a kiss to each of them as he made his way out.
Before he made it to the elevator, however, Harley had called after him
“Do you have your noise cancellers? You know you can’t make it through the labs without them! Oh, and you should take your security pass just in case!”
Damn, he was right… the labs are noisy as hell and he forgot to grab either item as he rushed around. Thankfully, Harley, the amazing boyfriend he was, had already laid them on the coffee table. Peter had a few different noise cancellers, he had one pair that were essentially invisible and so could be used at school, however, they lived in his locker. The rest, like the set he just grabbed, just looked like wireless headphones, StarkPods, meaning they didn’t draw attention when he wore them in public, and everyone in the labs knew why he needed them.
The private elevator opened on the lobby floor just has Peter finally got his shoe on and had finished with food that was overstuffed in his mouth.
Realising he still has his towel, he gave his head one last rub as he made his way out of the security gates and over to the reception desk where he knew he could drop the extra item and have it sent back up to the living floors.
“Morning Rachel!” he greeted only slightly out of breath. “Could you arrange for the towel to be taken back up to penthouse? It’ll be a bit weird if I’m carrying it around when my class arrive!”
“Of course, Jr, but….” Rachel never finished her sentence, instead, just gave a small gesture to behind peter.
Turning around to see what she was on about, peter froze. His entire class were stood just a few feet behind him and he hadn’t even noticed in his rush. They must have been early! The class all stood staring in shock. Had they really just witnessed their shy nerdy classmate appear from a hidden elevator in the wall IN STARK INDUSTRIES and bound over to the reception desk WITH A TOWEL, and get called JUNIOR?
As most of the class stood with jaws hanging, Flash and Mr Turner’s faces slowly warped with anger.