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Last night was very hectic. The Five of them played all night until they all passed out one by one until 4 in the morning. Shuri was the last to sleep and the first to wake up, since her neck feels like it’s about to break considering that she slept on the swivel chair. She also had a throbbing headache and an aching back so that’s that. Hands down to Shuri for having the worst morning ever with her bloodshot eyes.
She groaned loudly and slid of the chair lazily, thankfully everyone was still sound asleep. She was now lying on Peter’s carpeted floor and she feels miserable. It’s not like they drank beer- oh wait. She forgot that she snuck beer and put it on a tumbler last night when she volunteered to get more snacks. Dang it.
Rolling lazily on the floor, she only stopped when her back hit the leg of the bed. She stood up and slumped herself on the bed. MJ was the only one on the bed so that’s good. She sat up and attempted to crack her neck which she succeeded. She stretched her arms and was satisfied when she heard a pop.
Shuri groaned again. Her body ache was almost gone so, she went back to her room next to Peter’s on the left side and gave herself a facial wash.
Harley woke up great until he didn’t because when he looked at his phone, the time was already 7:46 with only fourteen minutes to spare. He rushed to get up to go to his room next to Peter’s on the right and took a quick shower. “Fucking fuck, I forgot to set an alarm or tell FRIDAY to wake me up,” he said as he puts on his jeans and plain undershirt after brushing his teeth. He put on a plain white hoodie that has the Stark Industries logo imprinted at the front and Harley Keener imprinted at the back.
He gave Peter a peck on the lips before heading downstairs to the main kitchen. Shuri was already there making her own pancake mix as he gets an apple. “Bloody morning, Keener?”, Shuri chuckled at him. “Shut up, Shuri. Why didn’t you wake me up?”
She looked at him with a smug smile as she puts the pancake mix on the pan. “I like seeing you suffer,” he rolled his eyes at her as she sticks her tongue at him. He grumbles something incoherent under his breathe before realizing that he forgot his keys. “I can’t believe I almost forgot about the tour.”
He groaned and went back up to his room to retrieve his keys but it wasn’t there. He searched everywhere in his room before realizing that he left it in Peter’s room. He breathed a sigh of relief and headed downstairs straight to the garage. He drove there as fast as he can and parked at his reserved parking space.
The inside of the building was filled with a few more people than usual except that students and teachers are the one compiled in the front entrance near security. One of the employees noticed him and said, “You’re late!”, they said as they waved their hand at him. “Fucking obviously, Janet,” he said as he approached the students.
He saw that the AcaDeca team were the first one then until he remembered that they have different schedules when arriving at the building.
They’re all sorted by status; since the AcaDeca Team has had a popularity rate of 90.8% and is the sole representation of the school, they get to be the first to arrive. The next group will arrive in three hours max. That group being the Football Team as they have made quite the achievements for the past year along with the Basketball Team who will arrive after them. In the next 9 hours, the next group will now be sorted by their homeroom.
Peter woke up write after Harley left. He tried to find Harley by patting the carpet so he could hug him yet he wasn’t there when Peter groggily opened his eyes. “H’rley?”, he slurred. He rubbed both of his eyes while wetting his dry lips. He stretched out his arms and yawned loudly.
He stood up and went to the bathroom. After he was finish, he got outside and saw both Ned and MJ lazily getting up. Peter yawned again, his eyes threatening to drop even after washing his face. “Morning,” MJ uttered then yawned. Peter also bid them a good morning.
Outside the main kitchen was Shuri still finishing up the pancakes. She had made enough pancake mix for the four of them so it’s all good. “Urgh… I forgot to buy milk yesterday…”, he muttered under his breath but Shuri still heard him anyways.
“Why don’t you just ask FRIDAY order it for you?”, Peter’s head perked up, “Oh shit, you right,” Shuri chuckled good-heartedly as she put another successful pancake on the plate.
“FRIDAY?”, he looked up the ceiling and asked, “I already did, Peter. It will arrive in approximately 7 minutes,” he smiled up and thanked her. “Hey, Genius. Why do always look at the ceiling wen talking to FRIDAY? She’s everywhere,” he huffed, Mr. Stark and Harley always made fun of him for it. Come on, Not Shuri, too.
“It’s a force of habit…”, he grumbled. “Hey, where’s Harley, by the way?”, he asked, pulling out the stool under the breakfast table as he took a seat. Shuri smirked and gave him a teasing look.
“Why, already missing the boyfriend?”, she snickered. Peter glared at her, “Where is he?”, he rolled his eyes. “He’s giving a tour, remember?”
Peter nodded, “Oh right,” Shuri attempted to flip a pancake just by using the handle of the pan. Key word: attempted. Peter laughed loudly at her when she failed miserably. She shot him a glare and cleaned up the mess.
“Also, where’s MJ?”, she asked curiously. She tried to rub the floor with a dry towel but it only spread even more. She muttered a curse and washed the towel.
“Why, already missing the girlfriend?”, he parroted and fell into laughter. Shuri used a spoon to catapult the mix to Peter. His senses tingled, making everything into a slow motion as he easily dodged the sticky batter. “She’s not my girlfriend, Genius,” she protested.
Shuri was about to chuck a sticky spoon at him when he stuck out his tongue, “What are you losers doing?”, MJ suddenly appeared into view. So did Ned, and they’re both fully awake. If you look closely, you can see that Shuri almost looked like a deer caught in headlights but of course, she quickly regained her composure and still chucked the spoon at Peter.
Unfortunately for him, he was caught off guard by the two and was hit in the face with a sticky utensil. “Dang it, Shuri!”, she smiled playfully at him, “You curse like a fucking pussy.”
“Shuri!!”, screamed Peter. Ned laughed at the both of them and MJ just looked bored. Peter went to the sink and washed his cheek as he wiped it with a dry tissue after.
“So, you gonna share that pancake or what?”, MJ asked. Shuri responded by dividing the pancakes into 5 for each of them. It’s a good thing she was finished. Suddenly, a ring on the doorbell was heard. “Peter, your 6 dozen gallons of milk has arrived and the delivery guy is currently waiting outside the door.”
“Thanks, FRIDAY!”, he finished putting on the syrup first before sliding through the door. Thanking the delivery man as he piled the boxes up and carrying it with ease towards the kitchen. “Pepper asked me to inform you all that she will be visiting the students in the cafeteria.”
Janet laughed, handing him a voice amplifier as the Academic Decathlon Team shifted their attention towards him. He approached the teacher and greeted him, “Hi, Mr. Roger Harrington, right?”, the man looked like he was about to shit himself as he attempted to fix his composure, “That’s right…”
“Great, I’m Harley, nice to finally meet you,” he held out his hand and Mr. Harrington gladly accepted it. “I am actually Pepper Potts’ intern but she advised me to be your tour guide today,” he explained. “If it’s alright, let’s wait a bit more until the badges arrive,” Mr. Harrington nodded.
He put the amplifier over his head and on his pocket. He waited for a few moments, checking his phone at the process, he opened his inbox.
Incoming messages for DORIME 🙏 from @harlene (@Memequeen, @Meanqueen, @Yeeter Parkour, @The chosen one…)
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@Meanqueen: yes
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@The chosen one: Yes.
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Janet gave him a thumbs up and placed the badges beside him. He clasped his hands loudly and gave them a welcoming smile, “Good mornin’, Midtown Tech’s Academic Decathlon team!”, the team cheered excitingly and clapped with enthusiasm, “I’d like to welcome you all, once again, here at Stark Industries and hope y’all have the best experience. This field trip was planned for by the CEO herself, Pepper Potts along with the owner, Tony Stark,” he wasn’t really sure if Tony was involved with the planning but still included him anyway for…exposure.
“Before I start the drill, would y’all like to ask a few more questions first?”, they all nodded eagerly. All of them raised their hand as he pointed at one.
“Please state your name and question,” he advised, “Cindy Moon. Are you single?”, she asked as Mr. Harrington looked flustered on behalf of his student. He laughed whole-heartedly, “Sorry, sweetheart, but I ain’t,” he rubbed his arm uncomfortably as she pouted while he moves on to the next person.
“Sally Avril. How old are you?”, everyone’s head perked up. Seems like they’re curious too. “I’m older than y’all by only a year,” he wiggled his eyebrows as he gaped. “What?” one of the guys practically screeched.
“No way you’re Pepper Potts’ intern then, you’re probably just a lowly intern who’s lying through their teeth,” Mr. Harrington immediately shushed him but the kid still stood by his assumption. His classmates groaned loudly at him and they all looked annoyed. I guess this guy is pretty much disliked by his whole team. “Flash, don’t ruin this for us!”, Cindy exclaimed.
Flash scoffed at her, “Seriously? You’re all pretty naïve, huh? Doesn’t he remind you of someone? First name Penis, last name Parker?”, he interrogated arrogantly. Harley’s eye twitched at the mention of his boyfriend, let alone insult Peter in front of him.
“Just say your jealous and go, you’re spoiling our fun,” Betty commented, Mr. Harrington’s attempt at breaking off the argument goes unnoticed.
Harley’s demeanor changed, “What’s your name?”, he said, giving him a twisted smile. “Flash Thompson!” the asshole had the nerve to look proud as if the name ‘Flash’ isn’t such an embarrassment, “Well then, Eugene,” he uttered rather harshly, using Flash’s real name who instantly flushed, “Wh- how did you-, “ his classmates snickered behind him. They’ve known his real name for a long time now but it’s still hilarious to hear it out loud.
Meanwhile, Harley made a background check of his own just to be sure. He only asked their names for clarification.
“Better behave or you’ll immediately be kicked out off of the premises,” with that, Flash backed away. He clasped his eyes together and went back to his cheery demeanor, “Anymore questions? No?”, nobody was raising their hands anymore.
“ALRIGHT!”, he exclaimed, startling the others. “I would like to take my time to familiarize you about the Area of Rules here at Stark Industries. You will also be acquainted to discuss brief safety precautions,” he began. “Rule number one: STRICTLY NO BULLYING. If we ever caught you bullying your fellow classmates, you will be kicked out of the building after three warnings! Surely, y’all are familiar by the phrase, ‘three strikes and you’re out?’,” they all answered ‘yes’ and nodded in chorus. “Good, Mr. Harrington, please look after your students carefully,” he gave them a mischievous smirk, “I would have hated to see anyone be escorted outside by the security,” he laughed as his eyes landed directly at Flash’s who audibly gulped.
“Strike one is the warning itself. Strike two, you will be forced to wait outside during the whole tour and sit out the extra-curricular activities we will be holding. And Strike three, the agreement that was written along with the permission slip will be shredded and we will have our security to drive you back home,” he explained while handing out packets that contains the rules and safety precautions along with the locations, they will be touring in. “FRIDAY will be the one to take care of that in case we forget.”
“The packets were supposed to come with the permission slip but due to the lack of time, we decided to just give it to you right now. Why don’t y’all read through it as I voice it out,” he gestured.
“Rule number two: NO WANDERING OFF. Please just stay with the group for the whole tour and do not wander off! No matter how curious you are, if we still haven’t arrived at your destined locations, do not go anywhere! This is our first tour of the Stark Industries and if any of you get hurt or go missing, we will be the one held responsible to that! Though you are technically my responsibility, still refrain from going anywhere at all without permission, even if you went to the bathroom. If I don’t see you within eye-range, the whole tour will be canceled,” he stated, though the last part wasn’t anywhere near true. He just said that to avoid the trouble. Everyone tried to protest but he wasn’t listening to any of it.
Mr. Harrington, bless his soul, shushed all of them, “Rule number three: FOODS AND DRINKS ARE NOT ALLOWED INSIDE THE LABS. If y’all have at least any common sense, you’ll know why. We will be heading to the main cafeteria right by the 12th floor after we go see the Intern Labs, Productions Labs, and Research and Development or R&D. Then after an hour of break in the cafeteria, we will host a robotics contest that will be held for three hours.”
“The tour will end there and we’ll have to continue it tomorrow so, luckily for y’all, we will head straight to the compound. We will go to the Marketing Department, Human Resources Management, and lastly, Accounting and Finances as our destination for the upcoming continuation of the tour tomorrow,” he picked up the box beside him and gestured to follow them in front of the security scanner. “After the tour, I will drive you all myself to where you will stay.”
“On the third day, we’ll head to the Avengers Museum. But y’all can read it over the on the packet I gave y’all. I’m sure it’s written there,” he wasn’t sure. He forgot to read the packet because the five of them were all distracted with movie night.
He remembered something, “Ah! Mr. Harrington, I almost forgot. Have you been informed by the change of plans that happened last minute?”, he nodded, “Erm, yes.”
“Good. Just a reminder y’all. You will be staying at the Avengers Compound instead of the promised location. Real sorry about that,” instead of looking down, all of them cheered and some of them fist pumped the air. He noticed this and chuckled, “But I guess y’all are even more excited, is that right?” They all nodded.
A student raised her hand, “Betty Brant. Will we be meeting the Avengers?”, she asked, hands still raised in the air. Harley wasn’t really sure but he didn’t want to give them false hope, “I’m afraid not. Though you will be able to meet Pepper Potts before we head to the compound.”
He picked up the paper that was inside the box along with the badges, “Alright, y’all. If I call your name, please step forward and I’ll give y’all your badges. DO NOT LOSE IT once I give it to you. We have a strict no reprinting policy and you will immediately be kicked out once you lose it because you will also lose your clearance, is that clear?” He gave Mr. Harrington his badge first before calling out the names. “Happy Hogan, the Head of Security here at S.I., will go apeshit if you do so. He’s already grumpy enough as it is.”
“Abe Brown,” although his facial features don’t show it, inside he’s very excited to finally be here. The badge’s color was color green. He pinned it on his vest and carried on.
“Charles Murphy,” unlike Abe, he didn’t hide his excitement and was practically jumping with joy as Harley handed him his badge. Just like Abe’s, it was green.
“Eugene Thompson,” moving on.
“Betty Brant,” she squealed and stole a touch of Harley’s hand. He chuckled at this and just shook his head. Cindy Moon and Sally Avril did the same.
He folded the paper and put it back in the box beside him, he looked back at everyone and adjusted his voice amplifier, “Did I call everyone? Does everyone have their badges?”, he asked, looking around. Flash stepped forward obnoxiously, “You didn’t call our- “, he was cut of abruptly by Mr. Harrington.
“I have two students who didn’t attend and one of them is the team captain. And, uhm, we have one who is suspended…” he trailed off. Harley stuck out his lower lip and nodded, “I see…I take it that their names are Michelle Jones and Edward Leeds?”, they looked taken aback.
“They were both called in early by Ms. Potts. You don’t have to worry about ‘em, they’ll arrive here shortly,” he explained.
Charles raised his hand up high, “Why were they called in early?”, he asked.
“ERROR: You do not have the clearance to ask that question,” FRIDAY said through the speakers. Everyone flinched by the sudden voice except for Harley. “ERROR: You do not have the clearance to ask that question,” she parroted.
“Woah!”, they exclaimed, “What. Was that?”, Charles asked. Harley waved his hand dismissively in front of them. FRIDAY really has to stop giving people a mini heart attack.
“Don’t worry, y’all. That was just FRIDAY. She helps run and navigate the whole company and she’s Tony Stark’s personal Artificial Intelligence,” they were still gaping at him. “That’s so cool!”, Betty exclaimed.
“Say ‘hi’ to FRIDAY!”, they all greeted her in unison.
“Welcome, Midtown Tech. I hope your stay here at Stark Industries will be worth it. Enjoy,” she said in a monotonous voice. They all looked at the camera in front of the scanner with awe. They approached the people who works with the security scanner and luggage x-ray.
After they placed their bags and luggage through security, they were advised to step forward and scan their badges. They did what they were told and scanned their badges one by one as the two security guards check them one more time. The first to scan his badge was Mr. Harrington, Harley stayed behind and waited until they all went through security.
“Roger Harrington. Classification: DELTA, Rank: TOURIST. Clearance Level: GREEN. SCAN COMPLETED, please proceed and have fun with your tour,” they all gaped and they have confusion and awe written on their faces.
They all followed after Mr. Harrington and FRIDAY said the same thing about them until Harley was the one who went through the scanner. “Harley Keener. Classification: ALPHA, Rank: CONFIDENTIAL. Clearance Level: VANTABLACK. SCAN COMPLETED. I have already informed the others of your entrance in the labs, please proceed,” his badge was unlike the others that are color green and their classification was Delta. Harley’s badge was the color Vantablack and his classification was Alpha.
“Ask away, y’all,” he simply said though everyone was already raising their hands.
“Hey, what the hell was that?”, Flash asked in disbelief. His team behind him groaned a facepalmed. “Flash, please refrain yourself- we haven’t even started with the tour yet…”, Mr. Harrington begged. Flash ignored him and stepped forward. Man, what is wrong with this kid?
“Nah! This guy probably hacked-, “Abe cut him off, “If you say a 16-year-old intern, who you think is lowly, hacked a literal billionaire’s AI- The Tony Stark’s AI then you sure are that stupid to even be in the Decathlon Team,” he deadpanned then added, “Oh wait, you aren’t on the team,” he said dryly. Harley blinked three times and snickered at him.
“I’d say… Are you sure you aren’t trying to compliment me with your pathetic attempts to humiliate me?”, Flash’s face flushed once again, “You have to behave, Mr. Thompson. You’re not some kindergartener who has to be told twice,” Mr. Harrington said.
“Whatever, ignore Flash! He doesn’t get much attention at home that’s why he’s an ass,” Betty stated, “Anyways, what’s the meaning behind the different colors of our badges?”
“Great question! See, our clearance level is, obviously, color coded. Though I can’t give you the information about the Vantablack level since our dear, FRIDAY, has stated that it’s confidential BUT I will give you an explanation about all the other badges and the meaning behind it,” he started.
“There are six different kinds of clearance levels and classification. The first one being the Vantablack Level or Alpha, but as I’ve said, I am not allowed to disclose any information regarding that classification. Though you already know that so let’s move on to the Red Level, also known as Omega as its classification. Omega is known to have the second highest clearance level and only exclusive for some of the Avengers. Even if they can go to most of the floor levels here at S.I. there are various places that they are not allowed to go in to as ordered by Tony Stark.”
“Why is that?”, Abe asked, “That’s because they’ve probably caused trouble in all of those floors, they’re restricted in going in to. The order cannot be overridden to their dismay.”
“The third highest clearance is the Orange Level or Beta. This badge is held only by our high and middle ranked workers of the company. High ranked workers or Tech-savvy are the ones who handles the making of several gadgets such as our most popular branch with thousands of franchises across the world: Stark Appliances. Various of gadgets have been made by Tony Stark with a big help from those high ranked workers. StarkPhone, although it had already been shortened to SPhone. StarkPad, StarkPen, you name it! And of course, they’re from the R&D Department.”
“Our high ranked workers also consist of Scientists- obviously. Manufacturers, and etc. Middle ranked workers are the people who handles the marketing and finances and so on. We’ll know more about this once we visit the labs.”
“Next up, we have our lowest clearance level ever. The Purple Level, also known as Sigma. Owned by people outside of the company and those are the press. Not much I can tell you about that so let’s move on to your badge level. The Green Level badge that’s also known as Delta. It has the second lowest clearance because it’s only used by tourists like you guys and interviewees who have applied for an internship here. Like I said earlier, if you already have an existing badge, you are not allowed to lose it as for our Strict No Reprinting Policy. ALTHOUGH if you’re a tourist who plans to have a job here. You can give your already existing badge to the security along with a printed confirmation with your interviewer so that they could have it updated within the day and have FRIDAY detect your rank, not as a tourist, but as an interviewer.”
“Does that mean if I were to be an employee here, I’ll have the security to update it or would my employer be the one to do it?”, Charles asked.
“Your employer will be the one who’s responsible to update your badge and inform Happy of it because if you’re lucky, you’d be able to start the day after your employer has, well, employed you,” Harley shrugged, he doesn’t really know much about this since he never got to go through that process. Tony just barged in to his garage one day and BOOM, you’re suddenly special.
Anyhow, we’re getting off topic here to back to the badges. “Our third to lowest clearance level is the Yellow level badge or Gamma. This badge is used by our dearest interns. I don’t really know much about this since I’m barely down at the intern labs but don’t worry. Once again, we will know more about this once we get started with the tour,” he gave them a toothy grin. “And last but not the least, the Silver level badge. It can’t be classified as Vantablack or Red since it’s mostly used by visitors. It holds the same amount of clearance the tourists have but can be expanded depending on who invited them in,” he inhaled sharply through his nose and let out a shaky breath.
“Don’t worry about your luggage, just get your bags and your luggage will be taken care of by our staffs. And before we go,” he said. Harley then went behind the counter where the security guard handles the x-rays and went under the table and grabbed a box filled with paperwork. “We were supposed to sign this before going through security but I forgot…eh,” he mumbled.
“Anyways, I need y’all to sign this NDAs and we could all get going. Now, make sure to take time in reading it before signin’ it,” he reminded.
“Shotgun!”, Peter shouted before racing off to the car’s front seat. Shuri was already on the driver’s seat waiting for the others to get their shit together. MJ rolled her eyes and made her way to the backseat behind Shuri’s as Ned made his way behind Peter’s.
“Ready?”, they all nodded and with that she drove off. MJ rested her head by the window and closed her eyes while Peter was fiddling with the music. Shuri snorted, “Seriously, Genius? Led Zeppelin?” Peter huffed and told her to shut up.
Ned couldn’t contain his excitement as he let out a high-pitched squeal and giggled from time to time. His hands formed into a ball as he rested his cheeks on top of his knuckles. He was all giddy, bouncy, and jumpy until MJ got enough of it. “Ned, if you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to ask Shuri to unlock your door and she’ll agree and you’ll come flying out of this car.”
Ned stopped and tried to stay still, “I will?”, Shuri asked, cracking her neck comfortably at the process. “If you don’t then I’ll make you,” MJ’s gaze hardened. Shuri’s unibrow perked up as she gives MJ a look that says, ‘Are you sure about that?’
MJ sighed in annoyance, “Whatever…” Peter is just vibing with the music at this point.
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@PBP&J, @Shuriken, @bamfshells im so excited!!!!! [Attached Photo of Shuri’s back turned because she’s not allowed to take her eyes off the road. Peter’s face is facing the camera with his tongue out. MJ is out of the camera’s sight. The Stark Industries building can be seen.]
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@sweer-potato my favorite white boy #1: @Stark.Intern [Attached Photo of Peter sleeping with his red cat hoodie on, a thick white horizontal line covering his eyes as to keep his identity hidden]
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They finally arrived at their destination and is at the company’s parking lot. Shuri parked at her reserved spot and told everyone to get down. “Aight, we’re here,” she announced. Peter dug his mask out of his backpack and put it on. The mask’s color is plain white and is the shape of a cat when Peter woke Tony up in the middle of the night crying by telling him that cats are so adorable. It covers half of his face, starting from his forehead to his nose bridge.
“Dude, why do you have to wear a mask?”, Ned asked. He simply shrugged, “To avoid unwanted people. I’m not like Harley who absolutely adores the media so Mr. Stark made me a mask,” Oh, and it also has Karen inserted in it. Ned and MJ were wearing their AcaDeca uniform while Shuri was wearing a sleeveless dress. Peter, as per usual, is wearing jeans and his S.I hoodie that is similar to Harley’s except it says Tiny Stank’s P.I. he had asked Pepper to customize it.
Ned nodded, “Hm. That’s cool- but wait, what about us? What would people say if they saw me and MJ with you guys?” Shuri scoffed, “What’s the big deal, Genius? Just say you guys are chosen to be toured by us, of course,” MJ agreed.
“Yeah, don’t worry so much about it, Loser,” she said as they walked through the entrance of the building. Harley and the AcaDeca Team aren’t anywhere to be seen near the security because they’ve already moved on to the intern labs.
Peter pulled up his hoodie and fiddled with the strings, “So, do you, like, want to head to the cafeteria first or…?”, he asked unsurely. “You promised for a tour, I will get a tour,” she declared leaving no room for arguments. Peter squeaked in embarrassment, “I-I knew that, I was j-just asking…”, his voice became smaller until it was inaudible.
The two of them, Ned and MJ, already had their own badges. Peter gave it to them himself though they only ever used it at the compound. Their badge isn’t the same color as the AcaDeca team but it grasps the same clearance level they have. The only difference is that it can be extended. Obviously, Shuri and Peter has the same badge as Harley.
They went through security without any hassle as Ned practically jumps in excitement. “Oh my God, Oh my God! I can’t believe it! We’re at Star-, “They all cut him off by shushing him. “Ned!”, he quickly snapped his mouth shut and smiled sheepishly, mumbling a soft, ‘sorry’.
“Let’s head to the intern labs first. I’m sure Harley would still be there,” Peter suggested as they followed him to the intern labs. “Ah, I can’t wait to see my second favorite white boy in his full glory, touring a bunch of students his age,” Shuri remarked then snickered.
“Are you going to embarrass him?”, Peter asked, chuckling at the thought. Shuri smiled smugly, “I wouldn’t be me if I don't.”
Harley called in the person who volunteered to tour alongside him at the intern labs so that they could get started. They both greeted each other, the volunteer introduced himself as Tim and made his way to the Academic Decathlon team to welcome them and explain the means of being an intern here at Stark Industries.
The students let out a high-pitched squeal of excitement as Harley tuned them all out. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket and checked to see if there are any notifications. There are currently no notifications coming from the group chat but there are ones coming from Twitter.
He laughed quietly at Tony’s retweet and also made a reply of his own.
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@sweer-potato my favorite white boy #1: @Stark.Intern [Attached Photo of Peter sleeping with his red cat hoodie on, a thick white horizontal line covering his eyes as to keep his identity hidden]
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Replying to @youknowwhoiam
y’all guess who’s sleeping on the couch toniteeeeeeeeeeee (err next week)
8:58 AM ∙ 03 Sep XX ∙ Twitter for SPhone
He slid to Peter’s DMs and sent him a message.
Incoming direct message(s) for Peter Withabee @PBP&J from 0Zero Two2 @sweer-potato
@sweer-potato: what time r u gon come
@sweer-potato: this is agonizing
@PBP&J is typing…
@PBP&J: stop being a baby
@PBP&J: we’re already here
“Harles!”, Peter called out that caught his attention and the AcaDeca team’s. Tim stopped talking and shifted his attention to the kid. The AcaDeca team whipped their heads to see the newly arrived intern.
When they looked back at Tim, he had his mouth hanged low- like a codfish. His eyes were also comically wide as he utters in disbelief, “Stark’s intern? in the low ranked labs?”, this led to a great confusion to the AcaDeca Team, because- they once overheard Peter telling Ned that he was Tony Stark’s intern. That was also what lead them to believe that his internship is real.