The good ol' Field trip Fic. And Sick fic too.

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"Can't wait till this is over," Peter muttered, drumming his fingers on a desk. It was Friday, and all he wanted to do is be Spider-Man, sleep, eat, hang out with Mister Stark in the lab and maybe watch a movie. His friends were also coming over on Saturday, so he was looking forward to the weekend.

Aunt May was on a two day business trip that weekend and Peter was beyond thankful that Tony Stark was able to take care of him this weekend or he wouldn't have survived being alone.

"Me too," His best friend agreed, sighing as well.

Peter opened his mouth to reply, but another voice interrupted him.

"Okay Decathlon team, listen up!" MJ's voice filled the room filled with classmates, including Peter and Ned.

They settled down and looked at their captain.

"Next week we'll be going on a field trip," she announced to everyone.

"Where? An alley way?" Flash asked sarcastically. His friends snickered behind him.

MJ glared at him, eyes burning through his soul. "Stark Industries, ya jacka**." She was lucky enough that the teacher wasn't in the room.

Everyone's eyes widened and Peter mentally groaned. Of course. It always had to be his mentor's industry. Ever since he's gotten an intern at SI, he's gotten closer to Tony Stark in return. Peter didn't dream in a million years he would work for Tony Stark.

But, he was happy and so was Mister Stark. He didn't know why Tony Stark personally ask him to be his intern. He was just a kid from Queens with radioactive powers.

Flash had his mouth gaped open for a second, obviously surprised.

MJ smirked. "What's wrong, Flash? Something caught in your throat? Be a dear, and close your mouth, you'll attract flies." Now it was time to for Peter and Ned to snicker.

She cleared her throat, and passed out pieces of paper to everyone. "Anyways, I'm be passing out permission slips to everyone and I need them by next Monday. Good? Good."

MJ handed one to Ned and Peter, giving them a sly smile before continuing to pass them to the other students.

"Dude!" Ned exclaimed, reading the piece of paper. "I can't believe we're going to Mister Stark's industry!"

"Me neither," Peter grumbled, folding the permission slip and stuffing it into the backpack. "I just hope he doesn't embarrass me."

"I highly doubt that, dude. For all we know, he could be beating Flash's ass," Ned joked.

Speaking of Flash, the boy unexpectedly slung an arm around Peter's shoulders, giving a sh*t-eating grin.

"So freak, ready to finally be exposed?"

"To what? Your breath?" Peter asked innocently. Flash unslung his arm and Peter thought he finally left, but instead, earned a fist to his lip. It wasn't too hard, but enough to split his lip a bit. Though, thanks to his quick healing abilities, it wouldn't last that long and just scab later on, but would probably scar over time.

"You better watch it, Penis, "Flash warned, fist tightening. "Stark Industries don't accept liars."

"Dude, leave him alone!" Ned shoved him away from his friend.

"Aww, that's so cute," Flash mocked. "Having the fatso to defend you."

Peter was so ready to punch Flash in the gut, but he kept his composure, reminding himself that his strength will definitely leave more than just minor injuries (more like Major) on the bully.

"Hey, do you really want to be suspended from decathlon team, or what?" A monotone voice butted in. Flash instantly paled and turned around to see Michelle glaring at him.

She held up a hand, not letting Flash even sputter a word. "Don't say anything, just get out of my face."

"Whatever," Flash mumbled, leaving the group.

Michelle walked in and gave Peter a tissue.

"Thanks MJ," Peter said, taking the tissue from her hand.

"No problem, loser." MJ smiled and gave a light pat on Peter's shoulder. "We still on for tomorrow?" She asked, looking Ned and then Peter.

"Yep!" Peter said happily.

"Sweet, I'll see you two losers later." With that, she left the boys.

Peter smiled absentmindedly, watching Michelle walk away. She was so beautiful.

"You totally have the hots for her," Ned teased, smiling when his friend's cheeks turned a subtle pink hue.

"N-no I don't!"

Ned raised his brow. "Riiighhht. Keep telling yourself that."

He laughed when Peter punched his shoulder lightly.

"Shut up..."

"Never!"

Peter's phone buzzed and he took it out, looking at whoever texted him.

Mister Stark: Hey kiddo, I'm outside the parking lot. Meet me there.

Peter smiled and texted him back.

Peter: Okay! Be there in a sec!

He pocketed his phone and smiled at Ned. "Gotta go! I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

"Okay dude! See you. Take care of that lip of yours."

"Thanks! Bye!" Peter waved.

Peter ran out tell doors and spotted his dad's car that definitely stood out most of the cars that were parked.

He rushed to the car and slid into the passengers side.

"Hey Mister Stark!" Peter said, throwing his backpack in the back seats.

"Hey kiddo-"

Tony was only on his Starkphone when Peter climbed into the car. But when he turned his head to greet his kid, his face morphed into horror.

"Kid! What happened to your face?!" Tony asked, phone forgotten as he ran a thumb over the boy's busted lip.

Peter winced and backed away from Tony's thumb.

"I just got into an accident, no worries," Peter reassured him but he only frowned.

"Kid, these things don't happen randomly." Tony tried prying.

Peter shook his head. "It's nothing, Mister Stark! I swear!"

Sighing in defeat, Tony let go of the subject (for now) and turned on the car.

He swiveled out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

"Besides that, how was your day, squirt?"

"Good! Though, I do have a field trip next Friday and I need you to sign a permission slip by Monday," Peter explained, hugging his knees to his chest.

"Oh?" Tony glanced at the spiderling. "Where to?"

"Oh-um..." Peter bit his lip, "Stark Industries," he murmured.

"What?" Tony asked? Leaning a bit on Peter's side.

"It's your industry, Mister Stark, and I know you heard me the first time!" Peter huffed annoyingly.

Tony chuckled. "I know."

"Oh, and thanks for letting me stay at your compound for the weekend," Peter quipped. "and also letting my friends come over too."

"No problem, kiddo. You're always welcomed at Tony Suite, and your little friends too." Tony grinned when Peter rolled his eyes.

When they arrived at the tower Peter's busted lip was already healing. Although, it didn't mean that Tony was prying questions out of him. Soon, he'll find out...he always does.


The next day, MJ showed up first.

"Hey, loser," MJ greeted Peter. The boy smiled sheepishly. "Hi, MJ"

"Hey! Theres my intern's girlfriend." Tony quipped, coming out of nowhere. "Welcome back."

"Mister Stark!" Peter blushed and MJ smirked slightly. Tony laughed out loud and waved his hand in dismissal as he walked into the kitchen. Peter turned to MJ again and rubbed the back of head with his hand. "Sorry about that," he said.

"Its alright, loser," MJ said. "Your cute when you blush." That made Peter turn bright red. Tony was able to hear everything and he had to stifle his laugh.

"Oh," Tony sighed. "The joys of young love."

"Mister Stark!" Peter repeated, his red face turning to Tony.

The billionaire held up his hands in surrender. "My apologies, sir. Allow me to excuse myself and you can chill out with your girlfriend," He replied. Peter started glaring at him and MJ started howling with laughter. At least Michelle was enjoying this.

"Yeah, please show yourself out," Peter murmured, pointing to the lab.

Tony gasped and placed a hand in false pain. "Ouch, my own kid kicking me out of my house. After all we've been together. I'm shook."

"Oh my God, Mister Stark!" Peter groaned, while MJ was stilling laughing.

Tony grinned and pointed at MJ. "At least I make her laugh."

"Definitely, Mister Stark," MJ said, gaining her composure.

"Whatever." Peter rolled his eyes, but a small smile crept up on him. It was true that Michelle and him weren't truly dating each other, but when he gets the courage to ask her out, it'll be worth the wait.

Unfortunately, Tony was still hanging out in the kitchen, absentmindedly scratching his head and sipping cup of coffee. Peter wondered if this man will become this normal. That'd take a miracle.

The elevator dinged and Ned rushed out with a huge grin on his face. MJ smirked and Peter waved at his best friend.

"Ned!"

"Peter!"

"Hello."

Everyone stopped in their tracks and slowly turned around to see Tony in the middle of this kind of chaos. Peter groaned, "You ruined it."

"How did I ruin it? Its like you haven't seen each other in years," Tony smirked. "Is this some type of meme?" Peter shook his head in embarrassment. He could definitely tell that Tony was trying to catch up with Gen Z.

The teenagers blinked.

"Well, that was awkward," MJ proclaimed. Everyone laughed and eventually, Tony left inside his lab.

"Finally! He's gone." Peter blew out a breath of relief but froze when he heard his mentor's voice through a speaker.

"Not entirely..."

"For the love of-!


"Do you think Mister Stark could hear us now?" MJ said plainly.

"God, I hope not," Peter sighed.

"Wow, I didn't expect for Mister Stark to embarrass you that much," Ned laughed, hauling his backpack on Peter's bed. MJ put her's in the corner, where it was neatly packed. "Yeah, but I like him," MJ said, grinning slyly when Peter's cheeks turned red. It wasn't the first time they visited the compound with Peter. Some days when they went there was for school homework or projects. Others were at Peter's apartment or his friends houses.

Though, they mostly liked the compound better. But every time they went here, Tony has made it his goal to embarrass Peter with his friends.

"He's been like this since I've met him I thought things would get better..." Peter said quietly.

"All dads are like that," MJ rolled her eyes. "That's what dads are for, apparently."

"Mister Stark isn't my dad," Peter sighed, sitting on his desk chair while MJ and Ned decided to sit on his bed. "He just likes to joke around you guys. You are my friends and therefore tries to be cool. Although, he's already freaking awesome."

"Like dads," The girl muttered.

"Will Pepper be home tonight?" Ned asked, trying to change the subject. Peter nodded, "Yeah, Miss Potts says she'll be home by 4."

"Maybe his wife can contain him," He joked. Michelle snorted in return. "Yeah, I don't think Stark is ever gonna stop embarrassing you."

"What about the field trip? Do you think he'll embarrass you there too?" Ned implored.

The spiderling shrugged but his facial expression changed slightly. "Either he's gonna ignore it, but you guys know how he gets. If anything, he might brag about me, which I don't really like."

"Why?"

"I dunno, I just don't want anyone to feel like I'm special or anything," Peter said.

They bowed their heads in thinking process. Maybe for Stark, Peter was special to him, but it doesn't mean he wants to be found out. Privacy is big for Peter (Especially when he's Spider Man) and him being introduced to the world might overwhelm him.

The boy shook the training thoughts and looked at his friends with a grin.

"Moving on, want to play on the switch? We can play some Super Smash Bros: Ultimate. I heard Clint got it," Peter said. MJ and Ned smiled at each other and nodded. They got up and let Peter lead the way.

"By the way, I'm so beating you," MJ said. Peter scoffed, "In my dreams, MJ. Right Ned?"

"Yeah! Peter is gonna beat you just like those criminals he fights!" Ned beamed, slinging an arms around his friend's shoulder. Peter grinned and MJ just rolled her eyes. "You two losers are like brothers from different mothers," she said, grabbing a controller.

"I mean, we were best friends since grade school. Its only fair," Peter said, grabbing another controller and then handing it to Ned.

"Yep! And you're like...Peter's girlfriend that doesn't know yet but-oof!" Ned was cut off by a very flustered Peter who shoved an elbow in his stomach. Ned rubbed the sore area.

"And I thought your dad was the only one to tease you," MJ smirked.

"Shut up!" Peter huffed, sitting on the couch and ignoring the fact that she called Mister Stark his dad. Ned joined them and they started the game with out word.


Eventually, Clint and Steve came up when the teens were battling each other.

"Hey, kiddos! Mind if I join ya?" Clint asked as he jumped on the couch. Peter made some room for them and handed him the controller. "Be my guest...I can't beat MJ in this game," Peter grumbled.

"Pftt, don't worry kid, I'm a master at this game," Clint said.

MJ craned her head towards Clint with a opposition look. "Is that a challenge?" She asked. Clint made eye contact towards her, his eyes daring the girl. "Try me," he replied. The girl grinned mischievously. "Its on."

"This is their fight of their lives," Ned said quietly to Peter who nodded.

"Why is this game so important?" Steve asked as he sat down next to MJ who was solely focused on the screen. Clint was staring just as harder.

Ned and Peter gasped, putting a hand to their hearts, mocking pain.

"Super Smash Bros is literally the greatest games of all time! People literally bet on each other to see who wins," Peter responded, leaning a bit to Steve's side. "You have to have good eye coordinates, and stability for your hands too," Ned said, earning an agreeing nod from Peter.

Poor Steve was literally confused by the whole thing, so he turned his head to the screen and watched the whole endeavor.

"Damnit!" Clint yelled, while MJ pumped her fists in the air. She won.

"Language," Steve scolded.

"Tell that to Michelle," He grumbled. MJ just smirked and her controller to Steve.

"Why don't you play. Ned your on."

"Here," Ned said, turning on the Manuals on the screen. "The controller is basically how you control your player. Then if you press this button, you jump and then moving is the rotator."

"Ah," Steve said, pressing random buttons. "This technology is advanced."

"You sound like Thor," Peter deadpanned.

"Cut him some slack," Clint waved his hand in the air. "He's like 75 years old."

Steve glared at him.

"Hold back, Steve," Peter joked, patting his shoulder. The soldier rolled his eyes and turned his head towards the TV.


Unfortunately, Ned won.

"Sorry about beating you," Ned said, nervously laughing. Steve patted him on the shoulder and smiled. "No problem, son. Its not like we're betting on this," He then turned to Peter. "Right?"

Peter rubbed the back of his head and gave a nervous smile back. "Definitely not."

Though, Clint made a bet already. And sadly, Peter lost. So now he owes Clint a day off from his kids. Joy. Don't get him wrong, he loves the Barton kids, but they can be a rambunctious group to handle.

In all honesty, he knew that Steve wouldn't win this one, but it worth the shot.

Clint was silently dancing behind Steve's and Ned's back, smirking at Peter with a victorious glare.

Peter rolled his eyes and flipped him off, earning a snort from MJ. Then Clint stuck out his tongue and flipped him off too. Alas, Steve managed to catch that and he frowned. "Clint! What did I tell you? Put an example for the younger generation!"

Hawkeye rolled his eyes. Good example his butt. The kids already knew all the curse words and also known to flip people off.

"Sorry, mom," Clint emphasized.

Steve was known as the mom of the household.

Scratch that.

Steve AND Pepper were the moms of the household. And no one can deny that. Steve probably gave out band aids to people he hurt, and probably make them eat healthier while Pepper would scold Peter or Tony for being reckless sometimes.

"Its tough love," Pepper says one time.

Speaking of Pepper, she walked in with her heels clicking on the hard floor. Everyone froze to see the woman in her formal clothes, hair in a bun and still stunning.

"Hi guys, did I interrupt anything?" She asked, looking at Peter and then her friends. Clint shook his head and hopped to the vent that was above them. He was more scared of her than Steve. "That's my time to leave!"

Peter groaned, "Mister Stark says not to do it!"

"Your dad sucks then!" Clint called out from the vents. With that, Hawkeye was gone.

"He's not my dad!" He retorted.

"Tony is seriously gonna kill Clint," Steve said worriedly. This wasn't the first time Tony had ranted about Clint being in the vents, but the bird guy kept doing it. Whether from his own amusement or everyones annoyance.

"Do you think he'll fall out like last time?" Peter asked.

"If he does, then I hope it's not on the food," Pepper responded, sighing and looking at the opened vent.

Their questions were answered when a loud bang came from the hall and then yelling was heard. Then, Clint ran out of the hall and out the door with Tony running after him with a wrench in his hand.

"Uh-huh..." Ned scratched the back of his head. "I think Mister Stark found him..."

"No kidding," MJ murmured.

"That's to be expected," Pepper said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Welcome to the Compound, do you want your refunds?" Peter waved his hand dramatically. MJ and Ned laughed.

Tony came back a bit breathless after chasing Clint out his room. He ignored everyone's stares and went straight to couch where he plopped himself on it and groaned. Peter chuckled and plopped right next to him, poking his shoulder.

"Doing alright, Mister Stark?" he asked.

"Bird brain fell on top of my lab table...again," Tony mumbled. Steve sighed, "I'll go find him." And then he walked out, leaving his friends wordlessly staring at them and Pepper smiling slyly.

"Well...at least he didn't fall on you," Peter lightly joked.

Tony snorted, and looked at Peter with a small grin. "Yeah."

"Well, that was quite the moment," Pepper smiled, heading to her husband. Tony smirked while Pepper planted a kiss on his head.

"It could've been worse," Peter mumbled.

On cue, Natasha Romanoff stepped in the room with her work out clothes on. She nonchalantly looked at everyone and used her thumb to point behind her.

"Why is Clint running and Steve chasing after him?" She asked.

"Chased him after he fell on my lab table," Tony said plainly.

Nat clicked her tongue in understanding and turned her to head to see 3 teenagers standing there. Though, she knew all of them from previous times they hung out here, so she gave a small smile as a greet.

"Maлeнький паук, its good to see you, as well as MJ and Ned."

"Hey, Nat," Peter greeted back. "Were you training?"

Nat nodded. "Sam, and Bucky were with me training, but I think they headed off somewhere."

"Did you beat their butts as least?" Ned asked, earning a elbow in his stomach from Peter.

"She didn't beat us." Came the voice of Sam Wilson. Nat raised her brow at him, and then at Bucky who emerged from behind Sam. "You sure about that?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Sam huffed.

"Last chance to admit," Nat warned.

After a few moments of contemplating, Sam held up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, yeah, Nat killed us."

"Called it," Ned exclaimed. MJ snorted and looked at Nat. "Its girl power," she said.

The Russian spy smiled. "The girl is totally right."


It was only a few hours after that MJ and Ned had to leave for home.

"I'll see you on Monday, loser," MJ said, smiling slyly at him. Ned nodded, "Yep, same with me."

"Yeah, I had a great time with you guys. I'll see you on Monday," Peter waved a goodbye and shut the door behind him. Happy were taking them home, so he didn't bother escorting them down.

Peter watched the elevator close, before turning around and walking to the couch and all but collapsing on it.

"Well that was eventful," Peter's voice was muffled in the couch pillow. A few moments later, he felt a flick on the back of his head. He jerked his whole body, falling off the couch with a "oof" and then a groan.

He saw Mister Stark hovering over him with a sly grin.

"My bad," he faked apologized.

"You knew that was going to happen." Peter mumbled, sitting up. His senses didn't alert him with the people he was close. That including his friends, Aunt May and Mister Stark.

Tony chuckled, but soon went silent. The billionaire bit his lip and sighed. "Look, I didn't know if I was making you uncomfortable about this morning, but I want to say sorry if it did."

Peter blinked. "You didn't make me feel uncomfortable, Mister Stark. Embarrassed me, yeah, but my friends think your funny. So I can't complain."

"You made yourself a good little group," Tony said. "I'm proud of you."

The spiderling smiled and looked out the huge window. "Yeah, I have some great friends," he softly said.

"Alright, I ordered some Thai food for the team. Lets eat some dinner. I bet you're starving." Tony raised his brow. On cue, Peter's stomach rumbled unhappily.

"You know me so well," the boy joked.

"Yes, yes I do."


Peter slammed the very expensive car door and let the tinted windows roll down. Peter smiled, "Thanks again for letting me stay at the Tower. I'll see you Friday."

"No problem, kid. Like I said you're always welcomed there. I mean it," Tony replied seriously. A warm, fuzzy feeling coursed through Peter's body.

"I'll also see you at your little field trip too." Tony smirked when Peter's smile faded a bit and turned into a frown.

"Please don't embarrass me," Peter pleaded.

Tony waved his hand in dismiss. "Fine, fine. But no promises when it comes to the Avengers."

"Got it. Bye, Mister Stark," Peter called out, running into the entrance, his backpack swaying back and forth. Tony chuckled and drove out.

Tony didn't know why he's gotten so attached to Peter, or his friends. It was odd, but in all honesty he was having the time of his life.


The week passed through quickly and before everyone knew it, tomorrow was the field trip. May already signed the permission slips, much to Michelle's amusement and Peter's nervousness.

He just prayed that Tony Stark and the Avengers wouldn't make an appearance, because he already knew that they love being a protective family towards Peter. And every family has an embarrassing family member. Unfortunately for Peter, his whole family is embarrassing.

But that's okay, he still loves them immensely.

It was at the Decathlon practice when he started feeling woozy and sickly. Mr. Harrington started blabbering about the plan for the field trip and everyone was listening to his boring speech.

He shook it off, thinking it was probably the cafeteria food, but it got worse over time. His head pounded, making him slightly dizzy.

Turns out, Michelle and Ned eyed him with a concern written all over their faces.

When Decathlon practice was over, Peter sluggishly strapped his backpack to his back and exited without any word. Of course, Ned and MJ followed after him.

"Hey nerd, you feeling alright?" MJ asked as she caught up with him. Peter nodded tiredly and kept walking like a zombie. Ned quickly followed up the question. "You sure? You look pale," he murmured.

"Probably because Penis is nervous about tomorrow. I would be if I was lying about having a internship," Flash's voice stung into Peter's ears. The asshat smirked as the group stopped.

Michelle and Ned turned around, eyes blazing with so much annoyance. "Frick off, Flash," His best friend hissed.

"Whatever," Flash shrugged nonchalantly, and leaving the group. They could hear Flash's friends snicker with him.

"Come on, we're coming with you," Ned said, grabbing Peter's arm.

"No, 'm fine." Peter complained, weakly taking back his arm.

"No, you're not," MJ said firmly.

"But 'm Spider-Man. Don' need no help," He mumbled.

"Yeah, no. We're taking you home." MJ said after Peter ran into the door.

"Fine," Peter complied.


"Hey, honey! Did you forget you key-hi MJ and Ned. What are you doing here?" May asked as she greeted them from the door. The two were beside Peter who was groggily mumbling something.

"Is he okay?" May asked worriedly, letting his friends haul Peter to the couch. The woman placed a hand on his forehead.

"He doesn't have a fever, but he is definitely sick," She said, withdrawing her hand and walking into the kitchen. She returned with a cup of cold water and a blanket.

Laying the cup on the coffee table, she flew the blanket over Peter's now shivering form.

"Tomorrow is the field trip," MJ sighed.

"He's too sick to come!" Ned exclaimed. MJ nodded, "I already know that, ya dunce. But that doesn't mean Peter won't try to go."

"Both of you are right," May murmured, glancing at Peter who fell asleep immediately. "but I don't think we'll be able to stop him doing that."

"You're right," Both of them said. They all knew that Peter is a stubborn kid. He would go to school even when he was severely injured. That was just him.

"I know someone who could keep an eye on him." May lightened up and fished out her phone. "Keep an eye on him, I got a call I need to make."

She left when they nodded.

May immediately pressed the call button under a contact named: Tony Stark

The line was picked up immediately, revealing a cheerful Tony Stark.

"Hello, Miss May, how can I be of assistance?"

"I need your help," May said seriously. The line was quiet for a moment.

"Is something wrong?" His voice becoming more serious. May sighed. "Peter is sick, but you know how he is. He won't stop for anything. And sickness won't bring him down when its school related."

"Ah, I see," Tony replied.

"Listen, I'll try to coax him into staying home tomorrow, but if he goes, can you just check on him once in awhile. If he's that sick, can he just...stay with you?"

"Of course May. He's always welcome here and you are too. I'll go tell the Avengers to look out for him too," he said instantly.

"Thank you so much, Tony."

"When it comes to the kid or you, I'll do anything to help."

May laughed. "Again, Thanks. I'll talk to you later. I got a sick kid to convince."

"Good luck."

With that, they hung up. Peeking from around the corner, she saw MJ crouching in front of Peter's slumbering form and dabbing a cold washcloth on his forehead and Ned coming back from the kitchen with some tea.

May smiled.

She already knew Peter's future wife and future best man.


Woah! Hello everybody. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The beginning wasn't exactly field trippish, but I promise Next chapter will be the field trip and uh-oh...Peter's sick. But at least he has some great friends and Avengers as his protective family.

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