Author's note: Hello to everyone who is reading this right now. I'm new to FanFiction, so I'm really sorry if I've messed up somewhere. If I have, please do tell me where and what I could improve. This is my first like actual story, so that is why it is not up to mark. So yeah. Cool. Bye. Claim: I do not own these characters, MARVEL (and Stan Lee) does/do.

Peter Parker didn't think that his day could get any worse. He'd stopped a bank robbery on 39th Street, which resulted in him skipping two periods and getting a detention on a Friday (A/N: Chill, its a Tuesday) for it. He sighed to himself, that meant less time to patrol.

He watched the clock anxiously, waiting for it to strike to 3pm. Two minutes. He let out an almost silent groan. His best friend (really only friend) - Ned Leeds, watched him with concern as he yawned tiredly.

"You good man? Will you still be able to come to my place to build the new Lego Death Star set?", he whispered softly. Peter glanced at him, nodding mutely.

One minute. Their Chemistry teacher- , droned about Electrolysis, something which was like elementary school work for Peter. The bell rang noisily through the classes as the younger year levels filed into the hallways, heading for their respective lockers. Peter nearly bolted out of his seat, itching to start his and Ned's new Lego set.

"And where do you think you are going ? This is my class, I dismiss you not the bell," 's sharp voice reached his ears. He mumbled a pathetic 'sorry' before ambling to his seat.

"Students, before I dismiss you, and I know you all are just waiting to leave, I have an announcement. We will be going to Stark Industries next Friday for our monthly field trip. We have finally gotten off the waiting list and our Chemistry class has been chosen. There are permission slips on my desk, collect one each and you are dismissed. Get them signed by Monday. Thank you class. Have a great day," she rambled before nodding at her desk and perching on her chair as all the students collected their permission slips and left.

"Yo Parker!" a nasally voice rang out, "ready to be exposed?" Flash Thompson, the guy who wanted to make Peter's life living hell, called out. Oh right. Peter had forgotten that his class was told that he had an internship at Stark Industries as a cover for being Spiderman. Though nobody believed him and it was going to be a metaphorical slap in the face for them, it was going to be humiliating. He groaned. After Aunt May had passed away, a casualty in the Infinity War, Tony had gotten guardianship over him and they were as close as father and son. This would be hard to explain.

"Don't pay attention to him, man," Ned said.

"Yeah, yeah, I won't let him get to me Ned, don't you worry," he mumbled.

On that note, they both ignored Flash's taunts and made their way to their lockers, which were surprisingly close by.

.

.

.

.

"Hey Losers," a feminine voice spoke behind them.

"Hey MJ," they said in unison. MJ. Michelle Jones. She was considered a part of their little group, but would never admit that she enjoyed their company. She was an interesting character to say the least. Quiet, fiery, intimidating and all for feminism and equality.

"Warren announced a field trip to Stark Towers? Oh what even is your life Parker?" she snickered. Apart from Ned and Aunt May and obviously the Avengers, MJ was the only one who knew about Spidey. She also happened to know that he knew the Avengers and the whole guardianship ordeal. In fact, she and Ned came over to the Tower quite often. Though neither of them were too close to the Avengers, they had met them a few times and were used to them by now.

"Good luck Parker," she said solemnly before turning around and walking away. He realised he was in big trouble. He lived at Stark tower. People knew who he was because he helped around. He knew the Avengers. How in this godforsaken world was he going to explain knowing Thor? Or Bruce? Or Captain America? Or Iron Man? Or Natasha?

Oh god. He was in for a ride of a lifetime.