Tony starts talking about his personal life and Peter starts to notice that the world is blurry.

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"Alright, class, settle your little butts down. I have your test scores right here," Mister Stark began as he passed out the Midterm scores to his students. "If you got a signature, it means you are part of the pizza party for this Friday," he said.

The class bell rang and everyone shuffled out with their test scores clutched in their hands. Some were pretty satisfied, and other's just huffed a puff of air with indignant expressions. Mostly Flash.

"Oh and by the way," Tony called out to his class, keeping his calm demeanor. "I didn't grade your grades, don't get cocky with me if you didn't meet your goal. Have a nice day, kiddos."

Peter smirked when Flash rolled his eyes and stomped away from the class.

He was a bit slower to pack up, but he felt a shoulder nudge him. Turning around, he saw MJ with a sly smile and holding her papers up. "I got in," she said. Peter smiled and nodded. "Ditto."

"I'm pretty sure Ned got in too," MJ mused, earning a scoff from Peter.

"No doubt."

They exchanged smiles, and he kept packing up while MJ waited for him. Since the Starbucks 'confession', he and MJ were a bit closer than usual.

"So, should I vote for you to be prom queen and king?" A voice backtracked on them. They turned around to see Mister Stark leaning against his teacher's chair and feet up in the air, being supported by the desk and smirking.

"Haha, very funny, Mister Stark," Peter teased.

"Please," Tony scoffed. Peter noticed that maybe their teacher didn't notice that they knew he was there.

"At least it fun drawing you in a shocked faze at Starkbucks." MJ shrugged.

"You knew I was there?" Tony asked, raising his brow at them and slightly impressed.

"Your glasses stand out," Peter pointed out, slinging his backpack on.

Tony glanced at his aviator glasses and clicked his tongue. "To obvious?" he asks.

Peter and MJ nodded.

"Yep." They both popped the 'p'

The man sighed in defeat. "So, there's nothing really going on around you too, is there?"

"Not yet," MJ started, earning a shocked facial expression from Peter. "But, you should vote for Betty and Ned. Have you seen them giving each other googly eyes?"

And that was no mistake. While Peter and MJ were developing their own crushes, Ned and Betty were on their way to young love as well. Even though they were young, they're starting to find out what love really was. Not just a 'crush' or 'cooties' but something different.

Mister Stark smirked. "The joys of young love."

Before anyone could answer or even think, MJ walked out, and the school bell rang. Peter gave a quick wave to Mister Stark before running after MJ. Once he caught up, he was kinda flushed, but in a good way?

"So, not yet, huh?" Peter asked.

"You haven't even asked me on a date, loser," She replied, smiling.

"Soon," Peter nodded in determination. MJ laughed and shook her head. "Take your time, nerd, we're still young as hell," she said. Peter smiled and from then on, they walked to lunch in silence.

"Are you going to the pizza party?" Peter asked as he slammed his tray of food on the table. Ned nodded enthusiastically.

"Yep! I'm guessing you guys too?"

They both nodded.

"It kind of reminds me of elementary school," Peter joked, poking at his deceased looking food.

"Yeah, like when he got an amount of books to read and if we finish it, we get a pizza party," Ned said.

"What are we? 9?" MJ asked.

Peter shrugged nonchalantly. "I dunno, but if its pizza, its pizza."

"Touche," Ned pointed finger guns at his best friend.

MJ had an early dismissal during 5th period, so Peter was alone at photography.

He walked aimlessly, trying to get some decent pictures. It was starting to get a tad boring to take pictures of the same things over and over again. But, it helped soothe his overworked mind sometimes.

Though, he could complain about not seeing correctly. He talked about it to his Aunt and she said she would make an appointment. His eyes were failing on him and it annoyed him to the maximum.

He complained about during studying as well, telling his friends that it hurt to look at the blurry words. His friends would try to read it for him, but he still didn't like the fact he couldn't read anything without pressing his face against his book.

While walking, he saw Mister Stark sitting on a stair block, just looking around.

He saw his math teacher wave at him, and grin slightly.

"Hi, Mister Stark," Peter greeted as he walked to the man.

"Why hello student of mine," Tony said, back straightening for a proper greeting.

Peter smirked and gestured his hand towards the open space stair block. "Is this taken?"

Tony rolled his eyes, but Peter saw a quick quirk of the man's lips before patting the empty space. He sat down and sighed loudly, outstretching his legs and feeling the sun beat down on his legs. Its been awhile since the sun has come out and it was quite warm today.

Winter was almost gone and Peter couldn't wait til it was over.

"How's photography?" Mister Stark asks.

Peter shook his thoughts away and smiled at his teacher. "Its getting pretty boring, but its the only time where its actually serene," Peter says.

Mister Stark huffed out a laugh. "School too noisy for ya?"

"I'm already waiting for Summer break," Peter jokes.

Tony chuckled and slapped a hand on the his back. "Another 6 months and you'll be free as a bird," he says, grinning.

"Wish it would come sooner," Peter mumbled.

"What? Got anything planned for this Summer?"

Peter shook his head and shrugged. "Nothing that I know of, you?"

"Might be visiting CA with my fiancee-"

"Wait," Peter held up a hand, and was beyond confused. "You have a fiancee?"

"Yep, we're getting married next August." Tony smirked when Peter looked at him in pure shock.

"Really?! Congratulations, Mister Stark!" Peter exclaimed.

"Thanks, kid," he smiled.

"Are you inviting your students?" Peter asks playfully, quirking a brow up.

Tony snorted. "And let you guys eat all the cake? Nuh-uh."

"Worth the shot."

The man chuckled and looked at his student. Something inside the boy held such kindness and intelligence that he saw in himself. Maybe not the kindness, he himself, was snarky, but intelligent wise, definitely.

"Does this means you don't have kids of your own?" Peter asked randomly, not even looking at him. Tony was taken back by the question, but non the less, answered it.

"No, I don't. I guess didn't really think of it." It was somewhat of a truth. Tony never wanted kids in the first place, thinking he would be a bad dad or become like his overbearing father, and decided to ignore his heart strings tugging whenever he saw a couple with their own kids.

"Oh," Peter said quietly.

"Heh," Tony chuckled darkly. "I'm not so much of a caring person, y'know?"

As if he turned on a switch, Peter craned his neck towards the man and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Weren't you the one to hand out 50$ Starkbuck's cards? Not to mention give students a pizza party to those who worked hard to get a good test score on Midterms?" Peter asked.

The billionaire chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. "Yes?"

"And the fact that you spied back in the Starkbucks itself?"

"Okay!" Tony held up his hands in defeat. "Yes, it was all me," he sighed, rubbing his face against his hands.

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it.

From then on, they stayed silent while Peter looked around and tried to take pictures from where he was sitting at. Tony busied himself by playing with the hem of his shirt and peering over at Peter's camera to see what he's taken of.

The school bell rang and Peter groaned loudly.

"Not a big fan of P.E, huh?" Tony laughed as he sat up and watched Peter grudgingly haul himself up too.

"I hate it," was all he said. And Tony could very much tell that his student really did hate it. His expression, mood and posture yelling at him.

"Aww, don't be like that, kiddo," He assured. "Think of it as a healthy thing."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Yay," he said pathetically.

"Alright, scamp, get out of here." Tony said, and without even thinking about it, he ruffled the kid's curly hair. Both of them froze and Peter smiled bashfully. The kid's hair was so soft...and really curly.

It was kinda...cute?

Tony retracted his hand and smiled back, though, a bit embarrassed that he did it.

Peter moved to turn around, but halted and once again faced his teacher.

"By the way, I think you do care. You may not be able to see it for yourself, but you can emphasize with students more than other teachers can. So, thanks for caring, Mister Stark." And with that, the boy was gone.

His heart tugged at the words, but in a calm, weird way. The compliment was genuine and kind of him to say. Tony Stark wasn't known to show kindness or was part of the caring side, but those words meant the world to him.

"I'm ready to combust," Peter murmured tiredly, as he did his last lap around the gym. They had to do 15 laps and with Peter having Asthma, it wasn't very fun for him.

"Me too, man," Ned huffed.

"Pick up your feet, Leeds and Parker!" Coach Wilson barked, the whistle shrieking as he blew into it.

"Can someone please throw that whistle away?" Peter whined.

"Only a madman would do such a thing," Ned sighed, slowing down every so slightly. Peter's cheeks were bright red and sweat clung heavily on his temples.

Once they finished their laps, a woman dressed in business clothing walked in, her heels clicking against the gym floors. Coach Wilson met her half way and Peter watched them exchange a quiet conversation to each other.

Coach Wilson nodded and blew the whistle again to get the attention of the class.

"Peter Parker! You have an early dismissal. Pack your bags and go to the office once you are done," He instructed. Peter stood up and looked over at his friend who mouthed, 'Lucky' and gave him a thumbs up.

Peter smiled anxiously and walked to the doors, ignoring the way Flash looked at him.

Going to the boy's locker room and changing out of his gym clothes, he thought of the reasons why he had an early dismissal. It was highly unlikely for him to get an early dismissal, considering that Aunt May worked a lot.

With his backpack hanging off his back, he walked the empty halls, passing occupied classes, and eventually passing Mister Stark's room.

When he walked passed it, he saw Mister Stark look at him, raise a brow and then continued on with teaching his proceeding class.

Entering the office, he saw the previous woman that was in the gym asking for him, sitting at the front desk.

There was a nameplate standing.

Mrs. Cooper it read, and Peter swallowed before heading to her desk.

"I heard I got an early dismissal?" Peter said.

The woman looked up and nodded. "Yes, your Aunt signed you out and is waiting outside for you," she said, pointing to the exit, which sounded like she wanted him gone as soon as possible.

"Oh, thank you!" He said cheerfully, but only resulted in the woman to go back to doing her work.

Spotting his Aunt May's worn out car, he rushed to it and saw Aunt May waving through the open car window.

"Hey, sweetie!" May welcomed, letting her nephew slide in gracefully. Peter nodded back and threw his backpack in the back of the car.

The car started and May exited the school's ground. Though, Peter was slightly confused when she turned the opposite way their home was.

"Um, where are we going?" He asked.

"Ophthalmologist. They were able to squeeze you in today," she replied, turning on her right blinkers.

"Oh," Peter said.

"Sorry if it was all sudden, but I couldn't seem to find a perfect date and i'm off today, and one of their appointments was postponed and they asked if today worked, so I said yes."

"That's fine," Peter said quickly. "I was just surprised that we found an eye doctor so quickly."

"Me neither," May laughed quietly.

It was often times that Peter and May didn't have good insurance and it would take weeks or months to get into a doctors appointment.

But, they were thankful.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Lee, I'll be examining your eyes today," he greeted, shaking hands with him. Afterwards, he sat down on the rolling chair and took out a clipboard.

"I heard your having time seeing?" Dr. Lee asked, pen at the hand.

Peter nodded. "I have to see closely to read and it kind of hurts to see everything blurry," he said, watching the doctor jot down those notes. The doctor nodded and pulled out sterilized gloves.

"Okay, we're going to do some eye exams to see what the problem is." Dr. Lee smiled encouragingly and took out a flashlight?

After the many exams, including the Eye muscle test, Visual acuity test, refracting assessment and some other exams that he barely knew what they were called.

The last exam, however, was Peter's least favorite.

"Okay, I want to do a screening test for glaucoma. Its basically when your optic nerve is damaged, but Its not common in children under 18, but we're going to check anyways." He said, taking out two types of eyedrops. He pointed at each of them. "One of them will numb your your eyes and the next, we'll put fluorescein. Sounds good?"

Peter nodded and the chair reclined as he saw the Doctor in full view. The liquid hit his eyeball and they waited for a couple of seconds beore dropping the next liquid inside his eyeball.

He blinked and grabbed a tissue to rub off the extra liquid off his cheeks.

Dr. Lee looked into a weird microscope. It didn't take more than 2 minutes for him to write something down and push away the machine away from them.

Peter blinked. It was oddly bright for a room to be this...dark.

"Well, Peter, it seems like you need glasses," Dr. Lee said. "Luckily for you, we'll be able to send you new ones by next week."

"Great..." Peter mumbled, wiping more his moist eyes. Why was he tearing up?

"Oh, because of the fluorescein, your eyes will be more sensitive to bright lights. I'll send you some black out glasses for you to wear on your way out," he said, smiling.

"Okay."

"How'd it go?" May asked quickly as she saw her nephew walking out of the exams room.

"I'm getting glasses," he mumbled unhappily.

"Oh, honey," May whispered, hugging him.

"I hate it," he said, burying his nose in her shoulder. May rubbed his back. "Honey, it won't be that bad, I promise."

"But what if someone makes fun of me at school?" Peter whined.

"They're just jealous, hon," she reassured, even though it led no comfort.

Peter grunted, feeling miserable, whether from getting glasses or the stupid fluorescein.

"Why don't we pick your new glasses, hm?" May asked, as they let go of their hug and dragged him over to the glasses display. Peter winced as the lights hit him with full blast. Putting on these black out glasses, he sighed in relief.

"Ooh! What about these?" May asked, holding a circled glasses that resembled of Harry Potter's glasses.

"Yeah." Peter rolled his eyes. "All I need his Harry Potter's mark on my forehead," he said sarcastically.

May laughed and put them away.

For what felt like forever, Peter picked one that was in the range of their budget and looked somewhat decent. Shape was rectangle, but the frames were thinner and it looked bold from what his Aunt said.

They ordered it and it was confirmed. The woman at the desk said it'll arrive in less than 2 weeks and will call when its available. On the way home, Peter had his arms crossed and was pouting.

"Come on," May lightly shoved her nephew's shoulder. "Having glasses is fun. I should know."

"I know...I'm just worried," Peter said, bowing his head down, his black out glasses scooting off the bridge of his nose. He pushed it up, but to no avail.

"Everyone will be jealous," May said softly.

"More like make fun of," Peter sighed.

"You know, Uncle Ben had glasses when he was young," May started. Peter looked at her with a shocked expression. "He did?"

He has never seen his uncle Ben wear glasses before. If anything, he said he had good eyesight when Peter was young.

"Yep!" She popped the 'p'

"But when you came along, he wore contacts," she laughed. "Didn't want the young ones to think he was too old or something."

Peter giggled.

"But, when he was about your age, he hated them too, but he spent time with friends who didn't care about his appearance, and ignored the people that did. All I'm saying is that its okay. Your're not perfect, but you're you. And that's perfection."

A small crept up on his lips.

"So you think it'll be okay?"

May quirked her eyesbrows playfully.

"Your asking me? The Aunt who had glasses forever and you uncle as well, that everything will be okay? Seriously?"

Peter laughed out loud, a huge smile plastered on his face.

"Yes," he said impishly.

May laughed and shook her head in dismay, but she gazed her face towards her nephews when they stopped at a red light. "You'll do more than okay, I promise."

Peter grinned. "Thanks Aunt May."

They drove in silence afterwards until they stopped at an Indian take out restaurant.

"Though, I don't think either us will be okay if I cook, so we'll get some take out," she joked.

Peter blew out a breath of relief.

May punched his shoulder in fake annoyance, and Peter smirked at her innocently.

"I gotta live to see my new glasses," he said, shrugging.

"Damn right you do," she sighed, a twinkle in her eyes that reminded of his mom. The thought hurt it, but everything was okay.

Okay.

OHHHH OUR BOI IS GETTING GLASSES :D That might be a problem...don't worry, the whump is coming next chapter *cough* no thanks to Flash *cough*

As always, reviews are greatly appreciated and to the quiet readers, thank you for reading too :) If you see any mistakes, please let me know and also, I have glasses, but I'm no expert of medical eye stuff, just a heads up :)

And next chapter, do you want me to add Tony reacting to Mj's drawing of him? Let me know! Thanks!

(I also love the headcannon of Peter getting glasses, so I'm adding them. Will he have them forever? HMMMMM... idk lol)

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