It was another party on a Friday night, Ned was adamant that he and Peter go to boost their reputation, he kept coming up to Peter throughout the school day to bother him about it. Peter felt that it was futile, especially after the disaster that was Liz's party, but Ned guilted him into going. All that time he lied to Ned about Spider-man and blew him off made Peter feel pretty bad for his guy in the chair.

Obviously, Peter hadn't thought that through... because that night when he walked through that door with Ned wearing the infamous party hat, he quickly noticed something that made him cringe.

There was a ridiculous giant oil painting in the Foyer of a family of three with Flash Thompson sitting in the middle...

The party was at Flash's house.

"Ned," Peter frantically whispered at his Best Friend, "why didn't you tell me the party's at Flash's house?!" Ned turned to Peter with wide eyes.

"Uh- w-well..."

"Penis Parker!?" Peter turned just in time to see Flash walk up from down the hall, pushing other teenagers to the side. "I don't think I invited you? Nah, I'm pretty sure I invited everybody but you."

Flash swaggered up to Peter and pushed his chest back. When Peter didn't budge, he noticed Flash's frown deepen. Looking back, Peter really wished that he had the forethought to pretend that Flash's little push had moved him a little.

"I uh... I actually didn't know the party was at your house, Flash."

"Uh huh, yeah sure you didn't." Flash nodded his head with the quirked brow he usually gave when he was silently judging someone.

Peter turned and looked wildly at Ned, Ned just shrugged back at him.

Flash scoffed, "Hey you know what, you got rid of those dorky glasses, got all buff and now you think you're some hot shot?" He was referring to last year. Before he got bit by the spider, Peter was a skinny kid with asthma and glasses, his only strength had been his intellect. Either way, it didn't matter if Peter would have been bitten or not, Flash would have been jealous of him regardless.

Flash glared up at Peter, before his mouth stretched into a smug grin, whatever he was thinking was not good. Suddenly, he swung an arm around Peter's shoulders, making Peter have to bend down a bit because of their height difference. "You know what, Parker, I think that since you're such a big tough guy now then that means you should have something to drink!"

Flash pulled Peter into the extravagant living room, Ned following them, where there was a table of alcohol and red solo cups, "And buy drinks I mean shots!" The way Flash said shots was pulled out and ended with a great hissing and a "saaaaaaah" noise at the end. The guy was acting like the biggest douche Peter had ever seen, he was pretty sure Flash watched too much MTV.

Ned's eyes widened, "Dude, you don't have to do this," he grabbed Peter's arm, "maybe this was a bad idea..." Peter shrugged off Ned's hand, feeling a small pang of guilt when he saw Ned's expression at the gesture. Ned quickly shook it off and leaned closer to him, "What if Mr. Stark finds out and he takes the internship away!" He frantically whispered.

Flash scoffed, apparently Ned's whisper wasn't quiet enough, "Oh yeah, Parker is best friends with Iron-man," he mocked, "can't do anything without Iron-man's permission," he laughed. Peter felt his hands clench. "Yeah, right! You've never even been in the same room as Tony Stark! How about instead of lying your way into being a hotshot, you actually become one and take a shot!" Flash's voice was getting louder and more arrogant as he teased Peter, the music was pumping in Peter's ears as people were looking over at them.

"Oh how about this, let's play Never Have I Ever!" Flash cleared his throat as he poured shots of vodka into two red solo cups, and pushed one into Peter's chest, forcing him to grab it before it fell to the floor, "I'll go first, Never have I ever... lied about knowing Tony Stark! Go on Parker drink up!"

Peter just glared at Flash, gripping the solo cup, what was his luck that he would end up in this situation? "I never said I knew him, I've only seen him around a few times..." Now that was technically a lie, but Flash wouldn't have believed the truth anyways.

"Oh okay, clearly you don't want to play this game, so how about this... you play Power Hour with me, we'll down five shots every hour, and if I pass out first then I'll leave you alone about Tony Stark... but if you pass out first, then I'll never let you forget about your stupid lie until we graduate," he grinned at Peter's scowl, "or is Penis Parker too chicken?"

It was the most juvenile name calling Peter had ever heard, and incredibly childish. Yet, Peter couldn't help but get riled up. He looked down into the solo cup, the vodka was only maybe half an inch at the bottom of the cup. Looking over into Ned's eyes, which were wide with fear, he shook his head at Peter, looking back over at Flash. Peter gulped...

He downed the shot.

The entire living room erupted into cheers as Peter coughed after downing the drink, "Yeah! That's it Penis Parker!" Flash crowed, then downed his own shot. Peter was quickly handed shot after shot, he never drank before and he was quickly regretting the vodka burning down his throat, but it was too late to back out now.

After Peter's fifth shot, he could feel the alcohol messing with his spider senses, everything around him had a halo of light and blurred around the edges. Flash smirked at Peter, "see you in an hour, Penis. And no cheating! One sip of water and I win!"

Within thirty minutes, Flash had DJ'd, called Peter "Penis" fifty more times, and had shouted "Raise the roof!" more than once. However, by the time an hour had passed, Peter's buzz had almost deteriorated.

"PARKER!" Flash shouted into the mic, making several people grab their ears, "Next round lets go!"

Peter walked over from Ned, who had again vehemently protested against Peter going over, "Ned, I can't just let this go this time, I'm sick of it, and you know what- yeah, I deserve to have some fun for once."

"Yeah, but this isn't good for you, Peter..."

Five shots later, and Peter just didn't care. About anything, actually he could say he was having an awesome time. By the time the next hour passed, Peter was waiting for Flash at the table. He laughed at Flash's grimace when he knocked into the table drunkenly.

"Aiiigghhhhtt, Parkrrr, yoooou gotta be kidddiinnn' me," Flash slurred.

Peter, who felt perfectly fine, slurred back, "Mm perfectyy seriousss, Flash." He tried to keep a straight face while he said it but just ended up bursting with laughter.

"Lisssen, Parkrr, Lissssenn... lissen!" But before Flash could finish what he wanted to say, his face paled and he doubled over and promptly threw up on the ground between them.

"oh shit!" Peter jumped back, laughing, "Yoooou okayy there, Buddy?" he said patting Flash on the back. Were he sober, Peter would have been appalled that he called Flash "Buddy", let alone pat his back.

Flash just groaned in response, "Thiss doesn' meaaan nothin', Parrkrr, Mm no' ou' yeh," holding onto Peter's arm. Peter laughed handing him a garbage bag that someone pushed into his hand, "uh huh, suuuuuuure thing, Flash." The rest of the night was mostly a crazed blur for Peter. Flash ended up passing out on the couch with his throw up bag. And the crowd cheered when Peter yelled that he won the bet.

But while Flash was passed out on the couch, Peter just kept going. He played a game of beer pong with some kids from the high school he would have gone to if he hadn't been accepted to Midtown Tech. He danced with a solo cup of beer in hand and gave out sloppy high fives to people he didn't even know.

Right when a song died down, he felt a buzzing in his back pocket. Taking out his phone he looked down to see Happy Hogan's face on his cracked screen. Squinting he put the phone up to his ear.

"Happyyyyy, wass up, Dude!" Peter yelled into the phone.

"Kid? You okay?" Happy's voice said through the phone.

"Uhhhhhh, yeah, Happy, Mm great!" Peter laughed into the phone, "Buuuh, uh, why ya callin' Happy?"

"Well, I got a call from your friend, who said he left you at a party? Are you drunk?"

"uhhhhh, yeah, don' worry 'bout me, Hap, Mmm aaaaall good 'ere" Peter laughed and hung up the phone. How weird it was for Happy to call him like that. But Peter quickly put it out of his mind when he heard Wild Ones by Flo Rida pumping through the speakers, downing the last of his beer he threw his red solo cup and jumped back into the party. Everything after that became even more blurry to Peter, he couldn't remember what his last drink was, or even when he had it.

His spider senses were all crazed from the alcohol, his eyesight was incredibly blurry as colors became crazed bobbles, People's faces were smudged and nearly unrecognizable. The party was still in full swing by midnight, unfortunately for Peter, it seemed the Vodka had finally caught up to him. He was sitting on the couch by Flash with his head in the hands. Live Your Life was pumping in the background, but every "Milah heee" felt like a knife was stabbed through Peter's skull.

Through his blurry vision, Peter watched as a pair of very shiny shoes walked up to him and sighed. All Peter could do was groan as a voice said, "This time on season two of Peter screws the pooch..."

"Misser Starr?" Peter groaned, looking up at his mentor... or was he his mentor? Peter didn't even know what Tony Stark was to him, and he honestly would have given anything for the older man to just disappear from this embarrassing situation.

"That's right Kid, and you should be thankful it's me instead of Aunt Hottie," Tony said putting a hand on Peter's shoulder. "Come on kid, let's get out of here before the cops show up."

Peter's head spun as Tony lifted him from the couch, he let out a groan when Tony started walking quickly out of the ornate house. "Jesus, Kid, how much do you weigh? You're all dead weight," Tony grunted.

"Srry, Misser Star'," Peter grumbled, feeling the burn from the vodka coming back up his throat as he burped.

"Yeah, I'm sure you're feeling very sorry, Kid."

That night was the worst. Peter threw up in front of Tony before getting into his audi, Happy in the front seat asking if the kid was okay. Then after getting into the car, they drove all the way upstate, which normally would have made Peter ecstatic. Only this time the car ride felt as though his stomach was continuously left behind on the road, his throat burning from throwing up. They had pulled over multiple times so that he could empty his stomach. Tony making pop culture references the entire time as he handed Peter a pedialyte to drink.

In the morning, when Peter woke up in the room that was obviously made for him before he turned down his opportunity to join the avengers. Tony Stark walked into his room and scrolled through photos of Peter on instagram from the party. There were several of him and Flash and even one of Peters arm thrown around Tony's shoulders being practically carried out of the house.

Peter was so embarrassed he rolled over pulling the blankets over his head, Tony just laughed, "wait! wait! This one is my favorite!" he said pulling down the sheets from over Peter's head. Peter turned and saw a photo of him with his tongue sticking out, his eyes bloodshot and his hair sticking to his forehead. Peter had no recollection of any photos being taken of him, but it was clear that in that one he was attempting to dance. Peter groaned and rolled back into bed. Tony laughed ruffling Peter's head, "Just be thankful it wasn't any worse, Kid." And with that Tony walked out of the room. And that was the last time Peter saw him at the Avengers compound. The photo of Tony carrying Peter out of Flash's house had mysteriously disappeared from Instagram and hour later.

However, when he walked into school the following monday, it was clear that Peter's reputation had improved. As people were giving him high fives down the hallways and all Flash could do was grind his teeth and glare.

aight guys, so this is the first chapter of my story Spiderling, it kinda a drabble with some possible plot points. I just keep having these ideas and they weren't being satisfied from other people's fics so I decided to write it myself.

If you have any prompts that you wanna see, go ahead and comment them down below!

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