Hello!

I am sorry that it took me this long to get this chapter out, but I hope you like it.

I will note that this is a special chapter. You won't get many chapters like this, considering most of this story will be told by Tony's POV. This chapter is Peter's POV. I will note a Peter's POV difficult for me, as i struggled with it. How happy do I make this kid? How sad do i make him?

I hope you like it. I will note that I took from the other two Spider Man's movies, since the MCU didn't show us Peter's pre-spider man life.

Chapter 11:

Peter

Peter Benjamin Parker was your average child, besides the fact that he was an orphan being raised by his Aunt and Uncle after his parents died in bizarre plane crash and that he was super smart. He wasn't Tony Stark level of smart, though he was Peter's idol. A man Peter wanted to be like. He didn't make his first circuit board at four years old like Stark. He didn't build a V8 motorbike engine at 7 like Stark, but Peter had kicked ass in his science and side projects. Rebooting and upgrading computers that were once in the trash. He had rebuilt computers from the ground up. His Uncle could thank Peter for the family laptop, and Aunt May can thank him for saving her from any future headaches.

Like an normal child, he enjoyed to hanging—'playing' too childish a word for Peter's likening—with his friend, his only friend. Being the smartest in his class and having severe asthma, it was no shocker that he wasn't the most popular kid in school, especially when his Aunt and Uncle's social standing. His cheap, bulky fat black glasses took up half his face, and Peter hated them, even if his May loved them. Considering these were his replacements, he didn't get much of a choice. He got what he got per his Uncle Ben. The man was still upset—disheartened, really- that Peter wouldn't tell him what happened to his arm, his arm that was trapped in a heavy case. A case that his scared most of the bullies away, though he still got teased from some of his classmates—Mainly Flash, who couldn't seem to leave Peter alone for shit.

Peter would've thought Flash would give him break after shattering his arm, but he was wrong. Flash still poked fun at him, even pulling some of his friends into it. It was a sport for Flash and the popular kids. Besides for the Michelle—God, she was weird-, Ned and he were at the bottom of the popularity list. Most of the times, Peter didn't care. He really didn't, but right now, it was kicking his ass. He just wanted to hide in his bed, especially when he relived the day he broke his arm. Ned usually got him out of these horrible moods, lighting the way with a Star War joke. This mood, caused by the fact that someone had purposely walked into his bad arm, had sent him downhill fast. Peter tried to shake it, but today was day from hell, and he just wanted to hide in his bed.

Keeping his broken arm close to his chest, Peter careful moved through the crowd of students to his locker. With the school day over, the hallways were packed, leaving very little room to move, and Peter had to duck around people to get to his locker. Peter was exhausted, while everyone was energetically pointing to their phones with overtly large smiles. He did his best to ignore them, but they were in his way, unmoving unlike the day prior at this time. Granted, he wouldn't have gotten far anyhow, as Flash Thompson popped up in front of him with a cocky smirk on his face. "What is it, Flash?" Peter asked, his exhaustion showing.

"Oh, you don't know? Not surprising. Is it fun to be the last to know, Penis Parker?" Flash grinned as he scrolled through his expensive phone. "Probably for the best. Iron Man wouldn't pick someone like you."

Like me? The question popped into his head before he could process it. Pushing that aside as well as any negative thoughts, Peter's interest peeked, and he found himself leaning forward on his feet. He fought the urge to look at his phone—not that he could gleam anything from it. His phone was as old as the hills. Okay, that was a bit of a stretch; it wasn't that old, but it felt like it. Being a basic flip phone, it was only good for calls and text, which was all what Uncle Ben thought he needed. It was nowhere near the level of Flash's phone, the newest in Stark Tech—something the boy bragged about when he got it. "What about Iron Man?" He asked, his heart beating.

Flash sniggered as he turned. "Doesn't matter, Parker. He won't pick you. Who wants four eyes Parker?" he asked, anything but kind. "You just have to stick with your posters like a loser. He would probably think you're crazy."

It was well known to anyone who knew him that Peter was obsessed with Iron Man, especially after Iron Man saved him at the Stark Expo in 2010. Both Aunt May and Uncle Ben went crazy—crazy a major understatement- and almost locked him in his room for weeks, but that experience solidified his obsession on the Iron hero. Seeing him in action was just… wow. Peter had no words to describe it, and he could still hear Stark's words to him. "Nice work, kid" So while his Aunt and Uncle were in a seer panic, Peter was in heaven. "Why are you talking about?"

"Nothing, you need to worry about!" With that Flash turned and left, leaving a confused Peter in his wake.

Peter was tempted to chase after Flash and demand to know what he was talking about; however, one look at his cast, he decided against that. Ned would probably know, as Ned knew everything, especially anything that dealt with Superheroes. Pushing Flash's taunts aside, he made his way to his locker. A smile formed on his face as Ned was waiting at his locker with a huge grin of his own. "Ned."

Just like everyone else, Ned was excited, rolling back and forth on feet. He would barely contend his excitement. "Oh my god," He yelled.

"What?" Peter replied, his own energy starting to build.

Ned squealed loudly, ignoring the look from their classmates. "This!" he shrieked, pulling out his black phone. His phone was nowhere as flashy as like Flash's, but it was a smart phone and the internet capability. "Look at this!" He pulled up an internet flyer and flashed it to Peter. "A science camp like internship, hosted by Tony Stark. The Tony Stark. Iron Man himself." He stated, his hand shaking.

Sick of the trembling, Peter yanked the phone from Ned's hand, his eyes going large as he read it. "Ned!" His eyes scanned the entire flyer before jumping back to the top and rereading it. "This is.. AHH… OMG." His heart was pounding in his chest. "This can't be real? To learn from thee Tony Stark?" He was literally jumping, as his enthusiasm shot through him. There was no care in world at what others may say. "We so have to sign up! Imagine if we win!"

"Yes! We've to make sure our applications are perfect!" Ned cheered, as he took back his phone. "Your place or mine?!"

"Mine, Uncle Ben is still mad about this," Peter said, rising his broken arm. His eye winked as pain shot through him. "I'm grounded." His voice dropped a bit, thinking about how disappointed his Uncle was. Not disappointed that Peter had broken his arm, but disappointed that his Nephew refused to tell him. It was like Peter had kicked his puppy, and it made Peter feel like crap, but he couldn't tell him. He couldn't tell him the truth. "Uncle Ben and Aunt May hadn't said it, but I'm pretty sure I am. Not that I blame them. What must they be thinking?"

Ned let him ramble before stopping his best friend. "It'll pass. Better they don't know." He paused, being one of the few people who knew. "So your house?"

Peter nodded, careful not lose his glasses. "Let's go!"

*O*O*

Ned and Peter had annoyed all the commuters on the bus, chatting their little heads off. Ned, being impatient, had pulled up the application on his phone, and they were vigorously going over how they were going to complete it, shouting their answers at each other. Playfully fighting over which answers they would clam as their own. They battled in a wit of movie quotes and jest, because in no way could they use the same answer. Surely, Tony Stark, the Tony Stark, would notice. It was Iron Man they were talking about. That man invented the Iron Man suit in a cave; so, there was no way that they could use the same answers and him not notice…. Would he be the one to review the app?

This back and forward continued all the way to Peter's house and then some. Aunt May didn't know what hit her as the door to her house flew open and the two preteens busted into house like they had eaten 10 bags of sugar and drunk 5 cups of coffee each. They paid the woman only 2 seconds of attention before they bolted up the steps, still yelling. "Hey, Aunt May!" Peter hollered, while Ned shouted, "Hello, Mrs. Parker!" almost as an afterthought.

"Hey. Wait, a second," Aunt May ordered, making her way from the kitchen to the front of the house. The house was a modest home in queens: a small 3-bedroom home with 1.5 baths and a tiny backyard. The living room was a decent side, but the dining room was a tad small. May was able to cross it in 45 seconds.

Ned didn't stop, heading straight to upstairs. Peter stopped in the middle of the steps, slightly out of breath, as he smiled at his Aunt. "Yes?"

Aunt May gave Peter a soft but calculating look. "Yes? Is that all I am getting, young man?" She glanced up the steps to where Ned had gone, but the boy was gone. "No longer for your favorite Aunt?"

Peter, with a smile, rolled his eyes and traversed back down the steps with a small hop. "You're my only Aunt."

"So? Does that change what I said?" She asked, reaching out to Peter and pulling him into a hug when he was close enough. May placed a warm kiss to the top of his head before letting him go. "What got you so happy?"

"There's this contest!" he said, though not explaining any further than that. He didn't want to say anymore, as he was trying his damnest to keep his hopes down. "Ned and I are going to enter."

May took a step back, her eyes scanning him. "You going to me what the contest is? Maybe, I can help."

Peter shook his head. "I don't want to jinx it, Aunt May, and it is science related." Plus, Uncle Ben wasn't the biggest fan of Iron Man, a man known for not taking things seriously. Granted, it was more so due to Tony Stark's past actions and the man he used to be. Peter wasn't an idiot; he knew the man had a trouble pasted, but that was the past. Now, he was a hero, and Peter would defend Stark until he was blue in the face, stating how different the man was. Just look at him now! At how many people he had saved, and Peter would make sure everyone knew that.

She watched him rock back and forward on the balls of his feet. A smile grew on her face as her eyes went up to his face, skipping his broken arm. "Okay, Okay. I won't ask." She paused. "How are you feeling? Your arm?"

"It's fine," he stressed, getting impatient. Peter, jittery, glanced upstairs before looking back at his Aunt. "Can I go? Please." He elongated the word, accentuating his enthusiasm. He was now jogging in place, his skin itching to get up stairs and join Ned.

"Yes, go." May said, her smile taking up her whole face.

Peter, his heart pounding in his chest, hopped a few times and bolted back up the step. He abruptly stopped at the top, his eyes large. "Can I use the Laptop?"

May looked up at him, her eyes studying the excited expression on his face. "Sure, just for this. I don't want you looking at anything inappropriate." She didn't say what exactly, but Peter knew what she meant as his face turned several shades of red. "Oh, you're so cute."

"T-Thanks!" he utterer, ignoring the final few comments from his Aunt. He bolted into his Uncle's study to grab the laptop before joining Ned in his room.

*O*O*

"That's lame!" Ned yelled, hopping like a rabbit on the bed. "That won't impressive thee Tony Stark!" His knees bent underneath him, as the springs protested under the weight. "We need something better. Like Robots? Who doesn't like Robots?"

Peter had taken his Uncle's laptop off the bed the second Ned started to jump. The last thing Peter needed was for his Uncle's laptop to be smashed, even his Uncle was in dire need of an update. Some of the keys were worn down, leaving you to guess which letter you pressed, and it was a tad slow in loading programs, but it did what Uncle Ben needed to do. And when Peter needed it, it got the job done. He was currently trying save up for his own, but he had only saved pennies so far. "Ned! How are we going to build robots?" he asked. "Do you have supplies to do that?" He glanced over to his 'treasures.' AKA, his dumpster finds. He supposed they could try to build a robot-like thing, but Peter didn't have to spread it out to know they wouldn't have enough materials.

Ned stopped, his eyes large. "How else are we going to impressive Iron Man?! He would love us if we built robots!"

Nothing else came to mind, but robots were out of the question. He supposed they could go dumpster driving for more resources, but with a broken arm, he was pretty much be useless. Plus, Uncle Ben would give him an ear full if he found out, and after the broken arm, Peter couldn't handle another lecture or a disheartened look. "We're twelve, Ned. We just need to make a video entry, not solve world hunger!" he argued, glancing at the application on the laptop. "Our grades are awesome enough."

"That can be said about anyone in our class, Peter."

Peter's eyes scanned over the questions. There was no doubt that Tony Stark had written these questions himself. Example one: 'Why should I pick you to hang out with me and do science together?' It was another reason why Peter was tripping over his own feet to get this right. At first, he though they would be handed off to some staffers, only seeing Stark a few times during their internship. Yet, this flyer screamed Iron Man, and if that meant what Peter thought it meant, he could faint. To learn from Tony Stark? That would be life changing! Shit. Wait, what if Stark didn't like him? What if he wasn't good enough? What if he made a fool of himself? From there, Peter's mind went into a tailspin.

"Peter!" Ned yelled, jumping off the bed and landing with a loud thud. "Where did you go?" Heavy concern lined his best friend's face.

"What? I'm fine," he replied, waving his bad arm like a chicken trying to fly. "Just thinking."

"If we don't have to do robots, we can do something else for the video part," Ned stated. "… Or, we can show him our Star War love? Maybe, he loves Star War as much as us?"

For some reason, Peter thought of Stark as a Star Trek fan more than a Star War fan. Granted, Peter supposed he could be a fan of both. "Yea, I don't think so."

"We can do redo our science project, the one with the solar power car." Ned said. "But make it better. Just need to make a few adjustments and modify the power intake."

Peter's eyes lit up at that suggestion. "That could work! Stark Industry is all about clean energy, and this would surely get his attention." He hopped to his feet. Their project, which would take a lot of work, was tucked away in the back of Peter's closet.

"Let's get too it."

*O*O*

Night had fallen by the time Ned and Peter came back up for air, each sporting huge grins. Their stomachs roared in anger, but they went unheard. The two boys, refusing to stop, were about to drive back in after a small snack, when there was a rapid, heavy knock at the door. It was Uncle Ben at the doorway with a smile of his own. "What are you two boys up to?" he asked.

Peter looked up. "Just working on our solar power project from the science fair."

"Is this that project you wouldn't tell your Aunt about?" Ben asked.

"Yes," Peter answered, his voice lighting up. "We just completed one part of it." The solar core was upgraded. It couldn't power a full-size car, but it had potential. Sure, a lot of people had been adapting Solar power for a great deal of things, but Peter had a few different ideas that he could use to improve it.

"You two mind telling me what this contest is about? I've never seen two kids work so hard in my life." Ben said, his eyes scanning the room. There was paper scattered about, and his laptop was its side.

Ned looked up from one of his 'blue prints.' "A contest for this Stark Internship!"

Uncle Ben gave his nephew a look. "Stark? What kind of internship?"

Peter sheepishly looked up, putting his wretch down. "It's more like a science camp. Tony Stark himself is picking five kids to learn directly from him. From him, Uncle Ben! Just imagine all the stuff we can learn."

"It will be so awesome if he picks us," Ned added, animatedly. "Life changing."

The corner of Ben's lips twitched, and Peter knew there was an anti- Stark rant coming. "I don't want to dishearten you kids, but there're thousands of kids in New York. Don't get your hopes up."

"Oh, Mr. Parker, we know. This is why we're working on this. No one could pass this up!" Ned picked up his sketch and waved it at Ben. "So cool!"

Peter pushed himself up into his knees. "You always called us the smartest kids in 'that' school. So why not us?"

Ben chewed on his thoughts for a few seconds. "Is it even safe to have kids around a superhero? What if he is attacked while you are there?"

"He's Iron Man. He could fend them off like they are nothing. Plus, I'm sure he isn't alone. Captain America probably hangs out there with the rest of the Avengers." Ned was on his feet, flexing like there was no tomorrow. "I doubt there is anywhere safer!"

"Just think about colleges, Uncle Ben. It would look amazing on any college applications. Be a shoe in for MIT." Peter stated, louder than he intended. "MIT!"

"OMG, MIT. Imagine if we get in there!" Ned was once more jumping up and down on Peter's bed. The box spring moaned under Ned's weight, threating to break. Ben eyed him, a bit scared. "Hey, maybe we could work at Stark Industries after MIT. We could be building robots in the future!"

"Yes!" Peter said, finally getting up to his feet. Any hesitation that the boy had flew out the door, and he was jumping as well. "Isn't this exciting?" He asked turning to his Uncle. "Don't you think?!"

Uncle Ben's smile—the one at seeing two excited boys—fell before his expression masked. "You boys are too exceedingly enthusiastic about this. You're going to put a hole in Aunt May's floor. She won't be happy about that."

Peter paused. "So, if we get in, we can go?" he asked, his voice going up. "Can we? Can we? Can we?"

"Sure, but just be mindful that there's a big chance you won't be picked. It doesn't mean you aren't the smartest kid I know. There're just hundreds of equally smart kids." Ben said, with a deep breath.

Sure, Peter knew this. He knew the chances were low; during one Ned's rambles, Peter had reviewed new articles relating to the internship. His eyes were glued to the screen as his heart almost exploded realizing how small the chance was. Countless were applying, some from out of the country, which stuck Peter as odd. Peter wasn't even sure how long this internship was, the flyer didn't state. So how could someone pick up their life for an internship for young children? Peter wanted to ask, but he knew why. This was Tony Stark, Iron Man. This man had created countless tech, saved the world time after time. He was called the man of the century. It was no wonder why everyone wanted to learn from him.

And he will never pick me, Peter thought, his bad thoughts weighting him down. Peter wasn't sure why he desperately needed Iron Man to pick him. Ben and May were the best Uncle and Aunt he could ask for. Best parents really. Even when Peter refused to tell them what happened to his arm- a secret he would take to his grave-, Ben was nothing but kind and loving. He was everything that a father should be. Peter couldn't ask for anyone better, but there was no denying that something was missing. Maybe, it was how much of an outsider he felt like. Maybe, it was how no one understood him.

It wasn't like Peter understood himself. He was a small kid dropped off at his Aunt and Uncle's house after his parents didn't want him. He may have spent years with his Aunt and Uncle, receiving tremendous amount of love, but there was something there behind it all. There was no deleting the feelings of abandonment and rejection that Peter felt from his parent's leaving him. Sure, they died shortly after from a plane crash, but that didn't change the feeling of abandonment that overwhelmed him. His doubts had started to form and what if questions danced in his head. What if his parents never dropped him off? Would they still have been on that plane? Why didn't they love him enough to say?

Peter shook his head and forced out any negative thoughts he had. None of those doubts were his Aunt and Uncle's fault. They loved him like their own, and there were days Peter would forget they weren't his parents. However, that thought never lasted long, and dread that followed was unbearable as Peter relived his parents' disappearance and death again. Stop it, Peter yelled at him as he forced himself to smile. "But if we do get picked, we—I can go?" he asked, forcing a blinding smile to his face.

Uncle Ben chuckled, unable to look away from the seer joy on his nephew's face. There was no saying no to that. "Sure, Kid." Both Peter and Ned jumped at that. "But that is only to Peter. You have to ask your parents, Ned."

Ned paused for a second, a frown dropped to his face. "Oh, yea. I'm sure they'll say yes!"

Both Peter and Ben chuckle at that. "Okay, Boys. Aunt May has made dinner." Peter made a face, because Aunt May wasn't always the best cook—but her food always came from the heart.

*O*O*

A few days had passed since Ned and Peter had made the video and submitted their applications. The school was alive with chatter as everyone who was anyone was talking about it. They did go to a Science and Technology school, and anyone here would die to intern with Tony Stark, who made ground breaking inventions as often he changed his underwear. Peter chuckled, as funny imagines of Tony Stark filled his mind. Sure, he had never talked to the guy, but with everything that the man had said, Stark had to be a fun guy. Fun guy to learn science with. OMG, Peter thought, his eyes going large. He would see it now, as they passed each other tools while he, Peter, babbled on, and unlike his Aunt and Uncle, Stark would understand it all. He would be interested!

Forcing down his excitement, Peter stared at another application for the Stark Internship. He knew filling out another application would not increase his chances of getting picked; this wasn't a drawing where the changes went up with multiple entries. Yet, Peter couldn't help himself. It was the same video, but he changed his written answers. On one of the applications, he mentioned his parent's death, not in a 'feel sorry for me,' but rather as a 'I overcame this hurl.' People ate that shit up. Peter felt guilty about it, but it wasn't a lie, was it?

At one of the school computers, Peter glanced over his multiple applications, and once he was satisfied with them—or as satisfied as he could be—he pushed sent on each of them. He smiled, as he—

"Really, Penis Parker?"

Peter nearly jumped as he heard Flash's voice from over his left shoulder. "Go away, Flash," he shot back. He wanted to roll his eyes at the lame nickname. Sure, they were 12, but really? Flash couldn't have come up with a better nickname? Peter rolled his eyes.

"Like you would be picked? You should give up now." Flash stated, spinning Peter in his chair. Peter had tried to stop him by pressing his feet firmly to the ground, but the chair couldn't be stopped, and he was stuck facing Flash, who ginned like an asshole. "Maybe, I'll have Tony sign something for you. A shoe or something."

While holding his broken arm close to his chest, Peter's right fist balled at his side. He forced down his anger, as fighting Flash would not end well. "What do you want Flash?"

"Wanted to say hi." Flash snickered. "And I wanted to see if you were applying and save you the trouble."

Peter wanted to snort but he forced it down. If someone was to ask who the smartest in their grade, he was sure the entire class would say him. He was even taking classes at a higher level and acing them. Both Aunt May and Uncle Ben were proud of him. So while Flash teased and jest at him, it meant nothing. It may be an overused statement, but it was true. This crap would be over soon, well in 6 years, and Flash would be in his rearview mirror. "Thank you, Flash. I'll keep that in mind."

Flash gave Peter an odd look before shoving the chair back harshly. The chair hit the desk and shook the computer on the table. "I'm just looking out for you, Penis Parker."

"Thank you, Flash. What would I do without you?" Peter said, unable to stop his eye roll.

The eye rolling went over Flash's head, as he turned away. "Probably be boring." He let out a 'Ha' sound before walking to the door. "Just trying to save you from heartache, Parker."

Peter waited until Flash walked out of the room before he got to his feet. He shut down the computer and went to locate to Ned. His broken arm ached, ached more than usual.

*O*O*

Since the day in the computer room, Peter did his best to avoid Flash, but the boy made it his life's missions to annoy Peter every chance he got. Flash shoved Peter into the locker a few times, blaming it on bad footing. Two of those times, his bad arm had been jammed into the metal, and Peter had wanted to react as pain shot through him, but Uncle Ben's words flashed in his head: 'When they go low, you go high.' It may be a fight to resist the urge, but he listened to his Uncle, as he took everything Ben said to heart. Plus, Peter was smart to enough to know that fighting back would not end well for him.

Peter closed his locker to head to his next class when Ned came running down the hallway. Enthusiastically, he was waving his phone in the air and yelling Peter's name in a quick repetition. Ned nearly tripped, recovering at the last second. His eyes widened with panic for a second as he hobbled. "Pete! Peter!" he called, his voice squealing when he straightened himself.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked, as Ned came to a muddled stop in front of him.

Ned stood there, hunched over for a minute, as he struggled to catch his breath. Peter and Ned were not in the best of fits, but there was some extra weight on the boy. "Iron Man!" he yelled in between breaths. He waved his phone in Peter's face. A loud roar in the background echoed, as the students around them were shouting. Every phone was out, and no matter the ringing bell, no one moved. They were glued to their phones. Peter looked at the phone as the screen lit up to an up and coming livestream. "Look!" Ned said, as he finally stood upright.

Peter stole and rotated the phone to get a full screen video, watching the Stark logo on the screen flicker a 30 second timer. "He's going to announce the winners?!"

"Yes!" Ned yelled, his voice drowning in the loud reverberation of the hallway. With a deep exhale, he stood shoulder to shoulder with Peter, staring at the screen.

It was a battle to keep the phone still as Peter's hands trembled. 15, 14, 13, 12, he counted in his head. It was mind numbing, watching the seconds tick down. Did someone slow down times? These 30 seconds were the longest seconds of his life. "Come one," he mindlessly muttered.

The image on the phone flickered and the hallway became deathly silence. Teachers stood in the doorways, watching the students stare at their phones. Some of the teacher had their phones out, waiting for the news. It struck Peter in aw to how large this contest had become. Teachers were drooling at the idea of having their students win this, considering what this could mean for their school.

In an instance, Tony Stark appeared on each phone screen with a goofy smile taking up half his face. He was sitting in a chair-Peter assumed in his lap judging by the tech surrounding the genus—in front of hologram of what appeared to be a prosthetic arm. Anyone who was anyone had heard how Tony Stark had not only donated but also designed the prosthetics for the children at Metro-General Hospital. That was one reason why Peter such a big fan of the man. He was giving back on top of being a Superhero. He was just an awesome person.

"Geez, what happened to him?" Ned said, his eyes widening.

"Iron Man business?" Peter suggested. There was a heavy black plastic brace on both his left ankle and his right wrist, and some ugly discoloration under Stark's eye, but it was narrowly visible as if someone had covered it with makeup. It made Peter wonder if Stark was suffering from lack of sleep instead of a black eye.

Stark spun in his chair twice before he faced the camera. "No need to adjust your screen or your Phones in this case. This is Tony Stark live and in color, and I'm here to announce the winner of my internship. I got to admit that I'm surprised by the number of applications I received. I feel so loved, even if I was drowning in them. I was beginning to-" There was a loud snort off screen, drawing Tony's attention. "Hey!" The camera moved, revealing a woman to the left. She, a stunning black woman in a flawless black pants suit, gave Stark an exasperated look. "My body guard, everybody. I feel like she hates me? Does she hate me? What you think?" he asked as the camera flashed back to him. "But to the matter of hand."

He paused for a second, adjusting his suit jacket. "But kidding aside, I'm astonished. Literally astonished by the number of applications that had been submitted. And shit, I…" His eyes went large. "Shit, double shit." He winked. "Don't tell your parents about that." He spoke, laughing. "However, it's amazing to see how many kids out there love science and want to learn. I cannot express how impressed I'm by you kids, even if you scare me. So many future world leaders. The genius level is high, and I can say that because I am Tony Stark. If I say it, you know it's true."

Tony glanced to the side, making an odd expression toward to his body guard off screen. "It reminds me of the MIT mission statement. To generate, disseminate and preserve knowledge, and work with others, to bring to bear on the world's great challenges. This is why I want to create this internship, to foster knowledge among the young folks." He smiled, as he crackled his neck. "God, I feel old." He muttered under his breath before he shook it off. "Anyhow, I'm pretty sure you're all just yelling at your screens. Young people nowadays. Just staring at their phones like mindless minions. I bet you have your nose in your phones right now. Don't you?" Stark laughed. "Well, calm down, I will tell you."

Ned giggled as Peter quickly looked around. Stark wasn't joking, because a few students were in fact jumping impatiently. Some were even yelling, as if that would get Stark to talk faster. It wouldn't, and it was comical to see. Ned tugged on Peter's shirt, drawing his attention back to the phone. "Peter!" he whined.

Stark turned back, grabbing a Stark tablet on the table. With a Chester grin, he started to scroll. A chuckle escaped his lips. "You know, I just noticed something about these names…They're from the same school. I did not plan this; I guess this is just how the cookie crumbles. Seriously. I did not plan this. This is just to show how smart the kids of New York are. How strongly this school values the sciences." He looked off screen again. "Drumroll please." He narrowed his eyes when nothing happened. "Oh, come on. These kids need this drumroll, Ayo."

The camera flickered to the Woman now identified as Ayo, who's eye was twitching. She glared at the camera, and after 2 long minutes of silence, she relented. In a rapid and repetitive motion, she tapped on the metal table with her right hand with an over dramatic eyeroll. Stark laughed again, drawing the camera back to him. "I guess that's all I'm going to get. Anyhow," he said, his eyes on his tablet again. "All from Midtown Elementary." After some sharp intake of air from students, the hallway got extremely silent. "Here are the lucky winners. Elizabeth Toomes, Elizabeth Brant, - Man, I hope one of you have a nickname or I will give you one-, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds-"

At that point, Ned was jumping, uttering and screaming, "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh, my god!"

"And last but not least, Peter Parker. Mr. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers," Stark finished. The smile on his face was genuine. "That was a mouth full. But graduations! For those special five, keep your eyes on your emails. More details to follow. Until next time!" Stark paused for a second, pondering something. "And remember to keep sciencing. Yes, it is a word and I am sticking with it. So science away. With science, we can change the world. Iron Man out." Stark held up the peace sign, before the screen went black.

Ned's eyes darted between his phone and Peter. "I think I'm going to—"

"NO!" Flash's loud, yippy voice echoed throughout the hallways. "No. How? How?"

Peter's heart was pounding in his chest, deafening him, and he was feeling a bit light headed, his version swirling. Did Tony Stark really just say his name? Did this really just happen? "Ned!" He finally uttered, ignoring the upset Flash.

Ned was still jumping for joy. "Yes, we get to meet Iron Man!"

"That's what you got out of that?"

Peter nearly jumped at the new voice. He knew her as this girl came out of nowhere like a ghost more times than not. His heart was already off to the races, and reaching extreme levels, he was sure he was going to die. "Why do you have to do that?!" He shot at Michelle who was staring at Ned and Peter.

"Why not?" she shot back.

Ned gave her a look. "Why did you even apply? Do you even want to meet Iron Man?" he asked.

Michelle shot him a look. "I did it for science, but can we talk about his body guard? She's gorgeous."

"NO!" Flash cried again, drawing everyone's attention. "No!"

"Or we can talk about that," Michelle said, pointing to Flash. A teacher was now trying to direct Flash to an empty classroom. "I need my stretch book. People in crisis are fascinating." Ned just stared at her.

If Peter's mind hadn't just exploded, Flash's tantrum might have rung high for Peter, and Michelle might have weirded him out more than usual, but Peter's eyes were still glued to Ned's now darken phone. Tony Stark had picked him. Tony Stark had picked a nobody from Queens. An orphan boy with a broken arm. This meant something and he would make sure that everyone knew this wasn't a mistake.

The end for now!

I also don't know how 12 year old bullies act, so there is that. Hope Flash didn't seem to weird.

However, Peter is happy, and that is all that matters. :P

Let me know what you think.