The Permission Slip
“Hey, May I’m home!” Peter yelled as he entered his apartment and threw his keys and backpack (his second new one this month) on the table.
“How was school?” May asked while walking out of her bedroom, carrying a basket of laundry with both hands. Peter headed towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, not necessarily thrilled with its contents, and closed the door.
“It was alright, I got a lotta homework though.” He replied. “Oh, and before I forget can you sign this permission slip for me?” He added while rummaging through his backpack for the half sheet of paper he received prior. May set down the basket of clothes and walked over to the kitchen table.
“Of course sweetie, where are you guys going this year?” She questioned. Peter’s hand finally felt the paper and pulled it out of his backpack along with a pen to sign it. May held the paper and read over its contents. “So, you’re going to Stark’s place huh?” She asked while signing her name on the bottom of the paper.
“Uh yeah,” Peter answered while he watched May sign the paper with the graceful swipe of a pen. She looked up at him and handed him the paper.
“Well, have fun, and please for the love of God don’t get into any trouble on this trip okay? We all know how the last few field trips have gone.” May said while Peter let out a small laugh followed by a sigh.
“I’ll be careful, I promise,” Peter replied while May gave him a smile and walked back to the basket of laundry that needed folding.
“Do you have a lot of homework today?” She asked Peter as he began towards his bedroom door. He fiddled with the doorknob and turned to face May.
“Only a little bit, then I’m gonna go on patrol for a little bit.” He replied while swinging his door open and setting his backpack down on his desk chair. Peter opened the zipper and tried to remember what classes assigned what. He had a Spanish quiz the next day on past imperfecto verbs which were pretty easy to memorize as well as a reading quiz for AP US history, which was on the chapters about the emergence of the World Powers in WWI. After he finished those he could suit up and go spider-manning for a few hours until dinner or May’s attempt at dinner.
Actually sitting down and focusing on homework was easier said than done, especially when the only thoughts that crowded Peter’s mind were of the damn field trip on Friday. He was already embarrassed enough at school from the whole “pEtEr KnOwS sPiDeR mAn” incident last year courtesy of Ned, and he didn’t really wanna be harassed by Flash the entire field trip about the “Stark Internship”, even though it was kind of an actual thing now. Ever since he basically “died” while fighting a purple panini-faced grape on an alien planet, he and Tony had gotten much closer. Peter would come over to the compound nearly every weekend and tinker with his suit or one of the Iron Man suits with Mr. Stark, and occasionally train with some of the rebranded Avengers, or the Revengers™ as Thor liked to call them. Peter and most everyone alike were grateful that the Avengers were back together and the whole Accord thing was figured out. It was nice knowing that Peter had a spot on the team after he graduated, and reassuring to know that he had a whole family of badass superheroes looking out for him. The thing that wasn’t reassuring was the fact that he had none of the reading done for his history quiz tomorrow.
Peter snapped out of his thoughts and began to work on his homework. Although the thought of the field trip was pushed to the back of his head, the daunting idea seemed to resurface at random, which nearly made Peter shutter.