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Secretaries

Today was a boring day of school, or so Peter thought. It was a revision day and he didn't really feel like he needed to revise. He knew what most of it meant and because of that, it was just a day of sitting around pretending to pay attention.

Any distraction was most definitely needed. Even if the biggest one was just Flash throwing bits of paper at his head. He knew it was coming. His senses told him. So he started to time how long between the warning and the actual shot itself. The biggest warning he had gotten was seven seconds.

Peter knew better than to properly dodge the paper, that would be too suspicious, but at the very last second he would throw his head back to yawn or he would stretch his head from side to side. Just enough that Flash would miss his mark.

Then he started to try and catch the pieces without making it too obvious what he was doing. Boredom really does make people do the strangest things. That meant he was the first to spot the fancy car pulling into the school. No one else seemed to notice

He couldn't see who left the car and so he went back to looking around him bored, Flash decided to throw something bigger than a bit of paper and instead chucked a metal pencil sharpener at his head. Thinking it was yet another piece of paper, Peter stayed where he was not bothering to actually move out of the way for it. He no longer really cared in all honesty

However he wasn't expecting the sharp pain from the sharpener hit. He gave a small jump putting his hand to the back of his head, his hand coming away slightly red with blood. It shocked him.

He didn't think Flash was expecting to cut him based on the look on his face. Just as Peter was about to ask to go the bathroom, there was a knock on the door and the new trainee secretary knocked on the door.

"Excuse me." She smiled. "Mr Parker, there's someone here to collect you."

Peter frowned, forgetting the cut, as he wondered who it might be. May was at work and basically everyone else he knew was either at school or work.

He quickly gathered his stuff and followed the secretary out of the class room, not before Ned had shot him an equally confused look.

In the office he found Mr Stark chatting to the secretary, the sign out sheet lying on the desk with Tony's intricate signature already scribbled on.

"Oh Peter, I was just about to tell Mr Stark here how nice it was to finally meet the man himself! We usually just have the pleasure of seeing Mrs May Parker! I now see where you get your intelligence from. Like father like son." The proper secretary laughed softly.

Tony opened his mouth to tell her that he wasn't Peters father when he noticed a red smudge on Peter's neck.

"Is that blood?" He asked shooting out of his seat to see the back of his interns head. "What happened?"

"Nothing, it's red ink, I smudged it on my neck." Peter said shrugging it off. "What's going on? Is May alright."

"Everyone is fine, I just remembered your dentist appointment and May sent me to collect you." Tony said although under his breath he muttered "Mission."

Peter nodded. "Oh yeah, of course, I forgot about the dentist."

Tony was still frowning at the back of Peters head. "I'll get Bruce to sort that out back at the compound."

"Bruce is here? Like the Bruce?" Peter asked excitedly. Tony just rolled his eyes and pushed Peter out of the office before the boy could start getting properly going, giving the secretaries a little wave as he went.

"It's so nice to see parents really getting along with their kids, isn't it?" The older secretary asked the newer one.