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Okay, sorry this took so long. I had posted another chapter last night, but I took it down because it wasn't exactly where I wanted to go with this story. If you have any suggestions for scenes, plot points characters, etc., please review or PM me because I would love the input! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Peter groaned as his alarm went off. He clumsily smacked his bed side table trying to turn off the disturbance. He eventually just gave up and climbed out of bed shuffling around in the dark trying to get ready for school. He pulled on his t-shirt and jeans, brushed his teeth, and then re-put on his shirt because the first time it was backwards. Finally, he was decent enough to leave his room.

"Hey kid." Tony was standing in front of the fridge pulling out various foods, probably because he was going to attempt to make breakfast.

"Hey, Tony." He glanced around exasperatedly, looking for Tony's crutches. His gunshot wound from the break-in last week was pretty clean, so there wasn't very extensive damage, but he still was should be wearing a brace and using crutches. "Should you be walking?"

"Probably not." He shrugged, hobbling over to the cabinet to get out a few plates.

He rolled his eyes and sat in the chair. "I'm disappointed, but not surprised."

"Please don't tell Banner." He whispered to him mischievously, as if he was actually afraid of the doctor.

"I won't." Peter reassured the man.

"or Cap." He told him a little bit more serious.

Peter thought about Steve's look of disappointment and was a little bit less sure. "I'll do my best."

"Or Nat?" He asked, both serious and hopeful.

"No promises." Peter told him, not even bothering to cover up how intimidated he was by the spy.

"I figured as much." He nodded, understanding where Peter was coming from. He faltered for a moment before asking, "Are you sure you're ready to go back to school?" Peter had been in the hospital by Tony's side for half of the week, and then helped repair the tower on that Thursday and Friday, so he hadn't been to school in a week.

"I told you this a million times, Tony." He sighed but wasn't actually angry or upset with the man. "I'm okay. Really."

"Alright, I believe you." He nods.

"Plus, Mr. Harrington has been really cryptic about this big news that he is apparently announcing in homeroom today because whatever he has been subtly dropping hints about has been approved, so I don't want to miss it." Peter adds.

"Understandable." Tony turns around and checks the clock, before turning back to Peter. "Hurry up and eat and then I'll drive you."

"You can't drive me." He points out, looking at the man's injured leg.

"Hurry up and eat and then I'll make Clint drive you." The billionaire corrects, smirking as the archer appears behind him.

"Better." Peter approves.

"What am I doing?" Clint asks sleepily, extremely confused.

Peter runs back into his room to finish getting ready and leaves Tony to deal with the archer. When he reenters the kitchen, Clint is much more awake and aware.

"Alright kiddo, let's go." He calls to Peter, as Tony tosses him the keys to one of his many cars.

"That is a terrible nick-name, please don't ever call me that again." Peter groans.

"Sure thing, cupcake." Clint replies, smirking.

"God, that's even worse."

The drive to school is filled with many jokes and in about ten minutes, they reach Midtown High. Peter climbs up the steps to school, when he hears Clint call out from behind him, "Bye, have a good day, Pumpkin!"

He turns around and gives the man his best death glare. "I'm going to kill you."

Clint just blows him an exaggerated kiss and drives away. Peter continues up the steps and enters the school, heading to his locker. He is immediately greeted by Ned.

"Hey, Peter. How's Tony?" He asks, concerned.

"He's back to being a reckless idiot, not that it ever stopped. He was walking around with just his brace this morning, and he was explicitly told not to walk without crutches for at least another week." Peter explains, rolling his eyes.

"That's good." Ned encourages, before pausing. "I think."

Peter chuckles, "yeah, it is." The two find themselves in front of their homeroom. "Now, let's go see what this exciting announcement is."

They enter, and the room quickly fills up. In a matter of minutes, Mr. Harrington has taken his place at the front of the room to explain the lesson. "Alright class, are you ready for your big news?" The whole class nods, both uneasy and excited.

"Well, because of some of the connections our faculty and staff have, we will be having a guest speaker come and talk to your grade about college, the job market, and most importantly – science."

The class erupts in excited whispers before Mr. Harrington tries to calm everyone down. "Quiet, students. I haven't even told you who it is yet."

"Well spit it out!" Flash yells jokingly, as he was as excited as everybody else in the room.

"Tony Stark." Mr. Harrington says proudly.

Flash whoops, and the whole class chatters excitedly. Peters jaw drops. Tony obviously knew this was coming and didn't tell him? He was going to embarrass him in front of everybody. And what if they all find out? He definitely didn't want his classmates to know that he lives with Tony Stark and the rest of the avengers.

"Did you know?" Ned whispers to him.

"Definitely not."

When he gets back to the tower, he slumps on the couch, still in a sour mood from the news earlier that day. He pulls open some unopened fruit snacks from his lunch and puts on a movie bitterly. A few minutes later, Tony strides into the room, still without his crutches.

"Hey, kid. What's up? How was school?" He plops down next to Peter on the couch.

"Fine." He shrugs, eyes staying purposely glued to the TV.

"Did you find out who the guest speaker was?" Tony asks eagerly.

Peter sharply turns to the man as his suspicions were confirmed. "Wait a minute… I didn't tell you there was a guest speaker. Only 'big news'."

Tony curses under his breath. "Dammit."

"So, you knew and didn't' tell me?" Peter asks, raising his eyebrows.

Tony looks like he is about to deny it, but instead just owns up to it like a sheepish child who drew on the walls. "Yeah."

Peter groans. "Are you going to embarrass me?"

"What? I would never." He mocks hurt, putting a hand to his chest in fake betrayal.

"Tony!" Peter insists, giving the man a look.

"Okay, I am going to. Just a little bit." He puts a slim amount of distance between his thumb and pointer finger as an example.

"Just please don't say anything about our… situation?" Peter asks honestly.

Tony senses his change in mood from mocking exasperation (he knew that kid well enough that while he was positive that he hated the situation, it wasn't anything against Tony) to something actually serious. "Okay that I seriously wouldn't do."

"Okay, thank you." He smiles, before relaxing against the couch.

"Relax, it is only for one day." Tony frowns, thinking for a moment. "Or two."

"Two? You're coming back?" Peter cries, standing up to face him.

"No, that isn't it." Tony shrugs.

"Then when will everybody be seeing you again?" The kid asks, suspicious.

"You'll find out on Friday, I guess." Tony chuckles before standing up and brushing past him.

"I swear-" Peter begins to threaten.

"Toodles!" Tony wiggles his fingers before disappearing into the stairwell to go back down to the lab.

Friday came way sooner than Peter would've liked. Before he knew it, they were all being ushered into the gym and onto the sticky bleachers. Fortunately, he and Ned weren't crammed in the back. Unfortunately, that was because they had front row seats. Tony had asked the school to put them there, so he was 'more comfortable' and had 'a friendly face to look at in the audience.' The school absolutely ate it up, even though both he and Tony knew that it was total bullshit. Tony has been smug ever since.

"Are you ready for this?" Ned asked him.

"Absolutely not." Peter slumped down in his seat, trying to avoid the eyes of his classmates. They all were starting to believe that his internship was true, but still wanted a piece of the action.

Tony stepped on stage and everybody quieted. He had discarded his crutches completely by this point, much to Peter, Pepper, Bruce, and Steve's dismay, but he seemed to be walking fine, so they all dropped it. He took of his signature sunglasses and tucked them into his jacket pocket before charismatically grinning at the audience. "Hey guys." They all erupted in cheers. "So, I am here to talk to you about a bunch of boring stuff… and science!" He brightens up with a huge grin, and everyone is paying really close attention. Honestly, Peter can now see why everybody wants him for these things. Not that he would ever tell the man, but he is really good at this. "So, you all will be going off to college soon. It may be next year, it could be in four years. Either way, now is the time to start prepping." He goes into how competitive science and math fields are and how to bulk up your resume, still keeping it light and silly so people are entertained. "You know what a really great thing would be for you all? To come intern with me." He smiles at Peter specifically at this point, and his face burns with embarrassment. "For example, I have a few college age interns doing various things, but only a couple high-school students. One of them is actually in this room. Peter, why don't you stand up and wave to everybody." He did as he was told but hated every second of it. He could already hear the whispers spreading. "Yep, the internship is a real thing. If you are interested, the school has some stuff for the application process, and you can just do that. To motivate you guys, and maybe to give an additional look to those who have been there, next month, each grade will get to tour the building and see some of the labs. The avengers may or may not be there, that is always a surprise." Peter lets out a light chuckle at how true that statement is. Nobody else even gets it. "I know, fun right? So, look forward to that. It is… next month I believe? Principal Morita?" He looks to the principal for confirmation.

"Yes, Mr. Stark."

"Great! I'll see you all then." He flashes one last smile at the audience before disappearing off stage.

"Did you know about this either?" Ned asks him.

Peter laughs, "I am so far out of the loop, Ned, you don't even understand."

They all file out of the gym and everybody is stopping at their lockers, getting their backpacks together, and heading home. Peter sighs and drops into a bench by the front office, waiting for everybody to clear out before Tony can drive him back. Finally, it is pretty empty and Peter thinks everything is good, until Flash passes him.

"What's the matter, Penis? Don't got a ride?" Flash mocks as he passes him.

"They're almost here, Flash." Peter shrugs, his eyes still focused on his phone game.

"Oh, your aunt finally deciding to show her face at the school? If I didn't know any better, I would think she was dead or something." Flash smirks.

At that moment, Peter almost lost it and practically threw himself at the boy. Luckily for both Peter and Flash, Tony had stepped out of the office at that moment, and quickly grabbed him before anything happened.

"Peter!" He scolds, pushing himself between the two teens.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." Peter sits on the bench, pressing his hands against his head. If Tony hadn't stepped in, things could have gotten bad really quick. Peter should not have lost control. Hell, he could've killed Flash if he wasn't careful.

"Dude! I- uh, Mr. Stark, I mean. Did you just see that? Is he gonna lose his internship or something?" Flash asks, the hint of a smug grin on his face, which made Tony seethe with fury.

"What? No!" He scoffs. "What I just saw was you taunting him about dead relatives and something possibly sensitive to him. Obviously, he shouldn't have lashed out, but it was an understandable reaction."

"Well it's not like she is actually dead." Flash crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.

Peter knew the momentary feeling of superiority would be something he regretted later, but he impulsively did it anyway. "Yeah, Flash. She is."

"Maybe you should go." Tony frowns gesturing towards the door. Flash stands there for a few seconds, his mouth in an 'o' shape, before running through the front doors.

"Oh, shit!" Peter yells, pushing back his hair frustratedly as he panics.

"You just told him." Tony looks worriedly to the kid.

"I just told him." Peter repeats, flopping back down on the bench. "Everybody is going to know now."

"You don't know that." Tony tries to reassure him, but it is futile.

"Don't I?" Peter snaps, but quickly takes it all back. "Sorry, this isn't your fault."

"Hey, listen kid. All he knows is that your aunt is dead. He would have to be a real douchebag to flaunt that around and use it against you. He has no idea who you're staying with or if I have anything to do with it, okay?" He rubs his shoulder comfortingly, as he leads the kid out of the school and towards the car.

"Yeah, you're right." Peter admits, before his mind drifts back to the still seemingly catastrophic problem. "But he still knows!"

"I know. I'm sorry." Tony sighs, as he starts the car.

"It's alright. He was going to find out eventually." He shrugs, trying to brush it all off and put it out of his mind. It doesn't work, though.

"Wanna go get some ice-cream? I don't know about you, but I could really use a scoop of that weird mint blueberry stuff from Lila's." Tony offers as he takes a different route.

"Yeah, that sounds good." Peter agrees. "Thanks."

"Of course, kid." He turns, gives him a genuine smile, before turning back to the road.

"We are so talking about that field trip later." Peter threatens, with a dark chuckle.

"yeah, I saw that coming."