Uh... only one chapter after this. I can't believe that. I'm sure you'll be able to expect that soon. On that note, if you would want to see any spin offs, I'd be happy to write them! I don't know if I'm ready to give up this universe yet. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or the characters.

Peter was going to die. There was no way around it. He had chosen this, and now he had to accept the consequences. His head was pounding, his vision started to swim, and he hadn't slept in days. He vaguely remembered having a cup of coffee a few hours ago, but he doubted that could sustain him much longer. That is, if the torture itself didn't knock him out.

"You're being dramatic." Tony told him when he voiced this. "It's finals week, not war."

Right. Finals.

Five tests in four days, all back to back. One after the other. First was his AP chemistry test, then his Spanish final that afternoon, followed by biology, then AP calculus, and then ending with his literature final. Only then could he enjoy his last day of school. Because of that, he was drowning in textbooks and essays to the point where he closed his eyes and all he could see were integrals. These exams determined his grade for his second semester of junior year, which was what colleges primarily looked at, so no big deal. He felt like he had the right to be dramatic.

Not only that, but it was Sunday night. His hell week started tomorrow.

Tony popped into his room to check on him, though Peter didn't notice until he said "Spiderling, come have dinner."

As much as he tried to center himself, his words slurred. "Can't, Tony. Gotta study."

"When was the last time you ate?" Peter couldn't remember, and Tony knew that. "That's what I thought. I got burgers."

"But-"

"Peter." Peter finally pulled himself away from his notes long enough to look at his mentor. "I'm not kidding. Come on."

As if hearing that, his stomach growled. He wanted to keep studying to make sure he did his best, but the thought of dinner and a break was so enticing that he slammed his book shut without a second thought and followed Tony to the kitchen. True to his word, there were fresh burgers out for him. His mouth watered as he looked at them.

"That's right, kid. Dig in. You deserve it." Tony didn't have to tell him twice. He managed to consume a whole bacon burger before pausing to take a breath. "What does your week look like?"

Through a mouthful of fries, he explained when he had what tests. "Chemistry, then Spanish tomorrow, biology the next day, calculus on Wednesday, and finally lit on Thursday."

Tony whistled appreciatively. "That's a lot. What about your engineering and computer science classes?"

"No finals, luckily. They're considered electives."

"That's a relief. Have you remembered to take your Adderall? Your Lexapro?"

"Yes, Tony. I'm fine. I promise." Peter rolled his eyes. As bad as he was about remembering to sleep and eat during finals, he couldn't risk making his ADHD and anxiety worse, so, if there was one thing he remembered to do, it was take his medicine.

"Do you feel ready for your tests tomorrow?"

Peter shrugged. "I guess. I mean, if I had to take it right now, I'd do fine, but you can always study more."

"Nope." Tony stopped him right there. "If you're ready for tomorrow, then we're watching a movie."

"Tony!" Peter immediately began to argue. "There are more practice problems in the textbook, I can't afford to take a break."

He only shook his head. "Peter. Level with me. Do you know all the material? If you stopped right now, would you be able to pass and feel good about it?"

"Technically yes, but…" He trailed off.

"Then I don't want to hear it. You haven't paused in days kiddo, and I'm stressed just looking at you. Watch a movie with me, and then you can go back to doing whatever your brain desires."

"Fine." He conceded. The idea of taking an approved break was too tantalizing to pass up. Besides, he knew all the material, and Tony was right about how hard he had been working.

The pair headed over to the couch, where Tony put on Interstellar. Peter settled into the couch next to him, quickly checking his phone, before covering himself with the blanket and leaning into the corner of the cushions. He tried to pay attention, but his sleep deprivation was hitting him, and he was out in only a few minutes.

When he awoke, it was still dark outside, and he had been repositioned, so he was stretched out across the couch. He shot up with panic, checking his phone to see the time. It was only three in the morning. He sighed with relief, flipped on his alarm, and went right back to sleep.

His alarm went off next to him at seven, so he permanently got up. When he stood, he was immediately hit by how much better he was feeling. He knew that technically sleep helped you study better, but he hadn't fully appreciated that until he got his eleven hours last night. Based on the smug look Tony gave him when he entered the kitchen to get his coffee, Peter knew that his impromptu nap had been intentional on his guardian's part.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked, pouring two drinks.

"Really great. I guess I needed that." Peter answered, sliding into a chair at the counter.

Tony poured an absurd amount of caramel creamer into one of the cups, before sliding it to Peter. "That's good to hear. Don't get used to the coffee, by the way. I refuse to have an overcaffeinated spider-boy on my hands on a normal day."

"You can tell how out of it I am because I have reached the point where I can't even begin to argue that sentence."

"Never thought I'd live to see the day." He smirked from behind his own cup.

"Can I get to school a half hour early? I want to make sure I have time to review before my first test." Peter looked up hopefully.

"Yeah, sure. I'll call Happy and see if he can take you, otherwise I can."

"Thanks, Tony."

Luckily for him, Happy had been able to take him early. Because of that, he got to school as soon as the doors opened, and he made a beeline to the library. He was able to review his chemistry study guide one last time to ensure he had all the formulas down, before moving onto his review packet for Spanish. After working through his conjugations, he felt like he had done all he could do, which was a relief because the bell rang as soon as he finished. With that, he headed to his chemistry classroom to take his final exam.

He had two hours to complete it and, the second he skimmed the problems, he sighed with relief. He could at least recognize all of the different problems. He took it one problem at a time until, before he knew it, he had completed the test. His leg shook under the table with anxiety, but the more he looked over his work, the more he felt able to relax. Once he turned it in, he could finally take a breath.

Spanish was a different story. No matter how much he reviewed, foreign languages didn't click for him. Sure, he could hold basic conversations with Ned for homework and Mr. Delmar when he dumbed things down for him, but in terms of complicated essays and full conversations? He could forget about it. As much as he tried to read the Spanish article in front of him and answer the comprehension questions, he could feel himself getting stressed and overwhelmed. He tried to focus, but the ticking of the clock was too loud, and the scratching of the pencils was irritating him. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, and trying to focus. All he had to do was get through this last section and he was done. He did his best not to overthink it and, before he knew it, he was leaving the testing room.

When he got in the car after that, he could've fully sunken into the seat with how ready he was to be home.

"Long day?" Happy already seemed to know the answer based on Peter's actions.

"I need a shower, a soda, and probably a new brain."

"If anyone doesn't need a new brain, it's you, kid. I'm sure you did great."

Taken aback by the show of sincerity, Peter actually relaxed for the first time in days. "Thanks, Happy."

True to his word, as soon as he got back, he jumped in the shower. His sour apple shampoo was a welcome scent after having gone probably four days without it. He wasn't proud of it, but it was necessary because of how much he felt he needed to study. After that, he grabbed a can of Pepsi from the fridge, before settling on the couch to go over his biology notes. Despite his set future in engineering, Peter will always have a soft spot for biology, especially in regard to the medical field.

Because he stayed in the common room, Tony didn't have to drag him down for dinner like he did the night before. Instead, Peter got brought a few slices of pizza to his spot on the couch, had a quick kiss pressed to his head, and Tony left the room, so he had space and quiet to work. Studying for biology went much smoother than he anticipated, and before long, he felt more than ready for the test, and it wasn't even nine. Because of that, he got to go to bed early yet again, which he counted as the ultimate win.

The next few days passed much of the same. He went to school early, got some studying in, took his test, went home, and studied some more. It was a vicious cycle, but he knew he had to do well if he wanted a shot at MIT, no matter what Tony said. Not only that, but it was only a week, and he knew he could work hard enough for that short period of time, especially with the knowledge that the next step was summer break.

Finally, it was Friday. His exams were over. His school year was over. All he had to do was go to his last day, receive his report card, see his friends, and he would officially no longer be a junior in high school. He honestly was surprised he made it this far, considering how his year had gone. He managed to do all of this with Spider-Man and all the chaos and grief that came with becoming a Stark. Yet here he was. The last day of school.

He walked in the doors, already feeling different. Something about the atmosphere lifted his shoulders and, for the first time since before he was Spider-Man, he felt good about being in this hallway. He got a polite wave from Flash, the usual odd stares from classmates he didn't know the names of, and congratulations from teachers on a successful year. It was both incredibly odd, and exactly what he expected at the same time, which he didn't think was possible.

"Peter! Peter! Peter! Peter!" He heard Ned before he saw him.

"Ned!" He called back, rushing to meet his best friend at his locker. "Last day of school!"

"I know, can you believe it? We'll get our report cards in homeroom, just show up to our classes, eat lunch, and then we're done with our junior year! Next stop, college, basically."

"Don't even start with that." Peter shook his head. "I can barely wrap my head around the idea of being a senior."

"Hey, guys." MJ greeted, standing next to Peter with a small smile. "Excited?"

"You know it! This has been the hardest year yet." Ned groaned.

"I heard that senior year…" She started, but the words died when she saw Peter shaking his head.

He leaned over to her saying, "Please don't get him started. Trust me, we've had this conversation before, but he selectively ignores it."

"Shocker."

Cutting off their conversation, the warning bell rang out, signaling that they needed to head to their homeroom. Just that sound instantly put Peter on edge as he thought about what was to come. That one piece of paper he was about to receive could make or break his future. He slid into his seat, Ned taking his place next to him, seeming equally as nervous.

When the final bell rang, his teacher wasted no time before passing out their final reports. Leeds came before Parker in the alphabet, so Ned got his first, wasting no time before ripping it open. Based on Ned's wide eyes and bright grin, he was happy. Hopefully that meant Peter would be happy too.

Moments later, he also got his grades. He unfolded the paper, his eyes skimming down the row of letter grades. A, A+, A, A-, A, A+, A. He had gotten above a 4.0 and he could barely breathe. His one A- was in Spanish, which was definitely higher than what he was expecting. He couldn't believe it. His first thought was to pull out his phone and text Tony about it.

Peter Parker-Stark :): Tony! I got straight A's! Can you believe it?

Tony Stark: Absolutely. You earned this. I'm so proud of you, kid.

After that, the rest of the day was a breeze. Without the looming threat of grades and finals, him and his friends could actually enjoy their day. Not a single class had a lesson plan, which was obvious due to the fact that finals were over, and no one would've paid attention anyway, so they watched movies and played games. Peter still didn't understand why everyone was required to come this last day for anything other than grades, but he didn't mind.

Before he knew it, the final bell rang. His junior year was over.

Ned rushed out the doors, yelling behind him, "See you at dinner, Peter!"

He was gone before Peter could even think of a reply, making him laugh. The hallway quickly emptied, but he took his time clearing out his locker and waving goodbye to various people. Now that the year was over, he was almost sad to see it go, even though a few weeks ago he would've said the exact opposite.

When he finally pushed through the front doors, he saw MJ standing outside alone, waiting for her car. He wasn't in a rush, so he walked up to her, planning to wait with her. She seemed unbothered and didn't tell him to leave, which he counted as a win.

"Anything planned for summer break?" Peter asked, trying to start a conversation.

MJ only shrugged. "Not sure yet."

"Fair enough," he nodded.

"I'm sure you have a lot on your plate. You know, being Spider-Man, and all." MJ told him, continuing to stare at the street.

Peter sputtered in surprise. "What? No! I'm… I'm definitely not… Spider-Man."

MJ raised her eyebrows, finally turning to look at him. "Really, Peter? It's kind of obvious."

He opened his mouth to argue, but it fell flat. No matter what he said, it would make no difference. "Fine."

That finally got a smile from her, right as her car pulled up in front. "Have a good summer, Peter. For what it's worth… I'll miss you."

Peter blushed a bright red, only barely managing to say a "I'll miss you too, MJ. See you next year?"

She looked back at her car for a second, before leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to Peter's cheek. "Hopefully sooner than that." She started to walk back to her car, before turning around and throwing out, "You're still a loser, though."

Peter swore he couldn't form words for a few minutes.

He headed down the steps and over to where he saw Tony's car was waiting in the parking lot. Based on the grin the man had when Peter got in the car, he had seen everything.

"Look at you!" He cheered.

Peter's face heated up again at the mere mention of it. "Oh my God. You saw that?"

"Saw that girl flirting with you? Absolutely. I didn't even need to hear it to know what was happening. Who was she?"

"MJ?" He said, already prepared for the reaction.

"MJ? Like the MJ who came over for Christmas? The MJ you haven't stopped talking about since decathlon started?"

"Maybe?"

"This is the best day of my life." Tony declared with a bright grin. "Kid's growing up."

Peter shook his head, embarrassed. "Shut up." Trying to change the subject, he asked, "What time are we meeting Ned and his family?"

"I think around six? Does that work?"

"Sounds perfect."

Thus, a few hours later, he was sitting in the backseat on his way to dinner. Pepper and Tony sat in the front talking about vacation days and summer break plans, while Peter looked out the window, just thinking about the past year. Everyone finding out Tony was his guardian, becoming friends with Flash, his field trip to Stark Tower, the science fair. It was hard to believe all of that happened in the span of one school year. It was crazy.

They pulled up in front of a nice Italian restaurant that Tony had made reservations at. When they walked in, the Leeds' were already there, sitting at a table towards the back. The Starks made their way over as well, Peter sitting in the seat between Ned and Tony. They immediately began talking about what they wanted to do over the summer, while the adults got wrapped up in a discussion about college and senior year plans.

After about fifteen minutes, a waiter came by ready to take both their orders. Peter and Ned both ordered Shirley Temples, as that was their self-declared special occasion drink. When they were brought their drinks, Ned wasted no time before standing up with his drink.

"I would like to propose a toast." He cleared his throat and raised his glass. "To the end of junior year!"

"To the end of junior year!"