Flash likes Peter... Peter doesn't like him back
I GOT IT, I GOT IT, I GOT IT!!!!!!! Flash couldn't seem to get the thought out of his brain, it filled him with joy and excitement at the idea that he would be going to Stark Towers after school was out!! Eugene Thompson got an internship with Ella Benoist Flash had signed up a couple weeks ago, and he heard back just this morning. His parents seemed to finally care about him, they seemed so proud, and while Flash was strutting down the dirty hallways of Midtown Tech, he thought about their faces when he had told them.
Father had told him he loved him, Flash couldn't stop the goofy grin that had spread on his face, his mother had packed his lunch, gave him a kiss on the cheek and watched as he left the house, waving lovingly. Life was going good, there was no hatred only happiness today.
"...Mhm yeah, NO NAT I told you that he doesn't like it when you feed him that, ugh well tell Tony I'll be working in the labs like always..... What did I tell you about trying to kill him..... NAT!" Peter Parker had the misfortune of walking beside Flash, a phone pressed to his ear, binders in his arms as he continued, "Okay yeah, BYE lots of loves, mhm yeah just tell him I love him... SHIT" Peter tripped over his shoelace dropping his binders, they scattered at his feet and Flash smirked, he kept walking only to hear Peter yell "Shut-up Rogers!"
The day went by slowly, too slow god everything was so boring, Flash lazily rested his chin in his hand, his pencil tip rapidly tapping on the wood, as he pretended to listen to his Physics teacher. God, he could really use a tutor, Parker sat directly ahead of him, barely even paying attention yet still getting every question right. Flash couldn't stop looking at him, he liked Peter wasn't sure how much, but he could still feel something for the curly-haired, doe-eyed boy sitting inches from him, yet he still felt extremely excited. If he could just speed up time!
(TIMMMMMMMEEEE SKIP)
Flash continued down the hallways, a skip in his step as he walked, he felt lighter not only had he left Penis Parker alone except for a couple of dry looks, (Flash had stopped bullying the kid when he realized how much he like Peter), he had scored a B on his Biology test and his lunch had two cookies, two! the bell had just rung, ignoring the wince Parker gave at the noise he had dashed out and was currently on his way to his locker.
He was going to Stark Towers, Mother was to take him and Father was in the middle of a very important meeting on economics or something, he knew one day he was supposed to take over the company, but Father knew he wouldn't be ready, which was why he was choosing who would, that was both young enough and smart enough, Flash would have suggested Parker if he wasn't so hurt by the fact that his father doubted him.
He watched as a flash of curly brown hair raced past him, heading to the locker located only 5 from his own, phone clutched to his ear "Pick up, Pick up, Pick up OH hey Mr. Stark, hmm? oh no, you'll always be Mr. Stark to me, sir... Why not? Oh, sir, you're not old just mildly unattractive ... OKAY OKAY, I TAKE IT BACK... I know I'm sorry," Peter looked slightly distressed as he hung up the call and put the phone in his pocket, mumbling randomly to himself as he pulled his belongings from the depths of his locker, Flash gave him a look before using his combo to locker 1579, opening it up and pulling his bag out. Peter whizzed away before Flash could even get out a sentence, racing off to go hop in some car.
Flash followed him out, watched as he drove away in a black car, Flash jumped into his Mother's car, happy to finally be able to get to his internship.
"How was your day Eugene?" Flash winced at his real name, he had never liked it, always sounded so formal, not him. Flash wasn't a petty rich boy, he wasn't treated like a prince, more like something that his parents housed for 15 years because, they got tired of washing the dishes, or vacuuming the house. He was jealous of Peter, who got the sweet aunt who loved him no matter what, he had seen her hugging him after the Decathalon incident, after everything that happened she still greeted him with open arms.
"Great Mother, I scored well on my test today" Flash looked over at her, eyes searching hers, looking for the disappointment that she usually looked at him with, she looked proud, proud that he had scored the internship.
"Your father and I would like for you to take pictures so that we can monitor your relationship with Tony Stark, and so that we can find out what they are building"
"Mother, cameras are forbidden, I can't use one!" Stark Industries had a huge rule about it, it was like the biggest rule that all information he was to come across would be classified to all ears outside the building. He could get kicked out if he so much as snapped a picture.
"That is why you will wear this" She held up a small, thumb-sized dot, "Developed by your Father," She said the word with such disgust Flash couldn't help but cringe, he knew that they hated each other, in fact, he was certain, that she only married his father for the money, the fame.
They drove in silence, Flash's thoughts keeping him company as they neared the famed building, Flash stared at it in awe, seeing the shimmering steel, only boosted his nerves, He could see the people milling in from the entrance, working and he felt a shiver run down his spine, realizing he was to work here.
"Have fun, don't forget, take lots of photos!" His mother actually sounded sincere as she pinned the camera into his tie, adjusting it so the folds barely covered it, but kept it hidden.
He gave her a nod before getting out and entering the building.
(SKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP)
"Yes Ms. Benoist, I'll get to it immediately" Flash scribbled it down on his clipboard, he was in the meeting room!!! or a meeting room, but still he was accomplishing things, Ella was nice, she understood how hard it was to just start out, and she was humorous as well. Made sure he was comfortable.
"STEVE ROGERS GET YOUR STAR SPANGLED ASS BACK OVER HERE!!!!!!!" Flash flinched at the voice, the hell? The voice boomed, wait Steve Rogers as in Steve Rogers THE Steve Rogers, Flash couldn't help but feel giddy as a thunder of feet ran past, the meeting room went silent, silent enough that he could hear the breathing of them all, waiting for the disruption to be over.
"Ms. Benoist may I use the restroom?"
"Go quickly."