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Peter sighed and stretched his arm. Already an hour into a seven hour long trip to Hell, and he was feeling pretty good- so far Clint had been the only one to disturb the peace and even that hadn't been so bad.

He spoke too soon.

Way too soon.

"Bucky, heads up!" Peter knew that voice all too well, and he groaned internally. Okay, maybe he had groaned externally too.

A grunt sounded from the Winter Soldier, who now stood across the room, as he grabbed a spinning knife out of the air by the handle.

"You trying to kill me, Nat?" He called. A small smirk came from Natasha.

"I don't have to answer that."

Peter was going to die.

And he was ready. Anything to get away from these two.

Nat and Bucky were both trained superspies/assassins, so they were forces to be reckoned with alone.

Together, though?
This is so not fair, he grumbled to himself.

"Nat. Natasha. Natasha Romanov." Peter's super hearing picked up the quiet whisper, and his attention perked. Whenever Buck used someone's full name, usually it was something important.

"What, Barnes?"

"Look over there. It's Peter." Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh nooooo. Tony probably sent them. Their new mission: to find and humiliate him.

What scared Peter about that most? They never failed their missions.

Ever.

Ever.

Welp. He's screwed now.

No point in trying to save himself.

"Hey, guys," He whispered, nudging Ned and MJ simultaneously. "About to have a big problem here." He gestured towards the two (e v i l) soldiers.

"This right here? This is why I hang out with you, Peter. Your life is better than any TV drama. Ever." MJ snickered.

Ned could only look shell shocked that The Black Widow and The Winter Soldier were less than 20 feet away from him.

Peter sighed. Ned wasn't going to be any help, and from MJ's comment neither was she.

Other students had obviously taken notice to the Avengers in the corridor, judging from the whispers and shocked faces.

Was that The Black Widow?

Dude, who cares? She was with THE Winter Soldier. How cool is that?
Oh my god I would totally let her murder me.

Same, man.

Wait where did they go?

I guess they left.

Oh my God did you see his-

Peter blinked. Did someone just say they were gone? His gaze swiveled to see the two soldiers, but a sinking feeling filled his stomach when the space previously occupied by them was empty.

"Oh, hello. What are all of these small… children doing in the lobby?" came a rough voice.

Peter wanted to slam his head into a wall. Repeatedly.

He turned to find a lovely scene unfolding before him.

Bucky was standing, arms crossed, staring at Mr. Harrison, who looked properly terrified. Natasha stood not far away, watching with a humored glint in her eyes, while the tour guide only yawned.

Peter supposed this was a normal occurrence at Stark Tower.

Just another day; birds are singing, Bucky and Natasha are terrorizing the tour groups, sun is shining.

"Sir, this is the nine a.m. tour group scheduled for today," Luke explained.

Bucky probably already knew that. And, of course, that Peter was on this particular tour.

"Oh, yes! Remember, Bucky? This is Peter's tour group," Natasha's voice cut into the conversation, over exaggeratedly sweet.

Peter could feel all eyes on him as soon as his name slipped out of her mouth.

Bucky's mouth curved into a wide smile as he turned to the students. Spotting Peter, he strode over and tossed the metal arm around his shoulder.

"Peter! Why didn't you tell me you were here today?" He asked teasingly.

"Because I knew exactly this kind of thing would happen," Peter muttered quietly so that only Bucky could hear. "Please, please don't let Stark come near me today. That is literally the worst possible thing that could happen. Ever." Bucky smirked.

"Oh, so it's just Stark now, huh? I'll tell him your message, but he won't listen." Peter groaned. He knew Mr. Stark wouldn't listen, but it was worth a shot.

Bucky swung his arm off of Peter's shoulder and gave a cheeky grin and a wave.

"Bye, Peter! Have fun," He called before sauntering off. Peter let out a breath, but tensed up again when he heard a chuckle from behind him.

"You didn't really think I wouldn't have some fun, did you?" Came a voice quiet enough for only Peter to hear. He shook his head, defeated, and turned to face Nat.

"Please, Nat." She only grinned before spinning on her heel, and Peter frowned.

Was it really that easy?

"Bye, Peter! Don't forget, hair club after school! You, me, Wanda, Bucky!" She called over her shoulder. Peter could hear the smile in her voice, and he wanted. To. Die.

How was he supposed to explain knowing the Avengers? Especially enough to explain Hair Club.

At least Bucky hadn't called them all young whippersnappers like last time. Peter shivered.

"What the hell was that, Penis? How much did you have to pay them to get them to act like they know you?" Peter didn't even have to look up to guess who that was.

"Oh, wait, I forgot. You're poor. So, what'd you have to do, then? Oh, I know. Bet your knees are sore, then," Flash taunted. MJ turned to him.

"That's enough, Flash. Just shut up." Peter shot her a grateful glance.

"Thanks, MJ."

"No problem, Parker. See ya around." With that, she gracefully left to continue drawing in her sketchbook (dubbed by herself as the "crisis notebook"), leaving Peter to wallow in his self pity.