No one's POV

After pulling himself together and composing his worried mind, Peter set off to find his class. Although he knew that the majority of the students would not even notice if he was missing, Ned sure would. Mr Crooks may notice and not care or be completely oblivious to it all, in any instance Mr Crooks wouldn't bat an eyelash if Peter had run off and gotten hurt. He only cared about upholding the reputation of himself and the school.

Hurrying himself along, he stumbled down the pristine corridor through which his class and Flash recently exited, on their way to the rest of the tour. Emma had said that they were going to the Avengers Museum so Peter just had to figure out which floor of the museum they would be on. He reasoned that they would likely be on the first one so upon his arrival at the elevator, Peter instructed FRIDAY to take him to the first level of the Avengers Museum.

During his ascent through the tower, Peter's mind wandered to FRIDAY and her ever-observant cameras. She would definitely have captured the Flash incident and would easily have the potential to show his dad and the rest of the Avengers. Peter almost felt sorry for Flash, you did not want to be on the receiving end of the Avenger's wrath. If they found out about the bullying, Peter was not even sure if Flash would make it out of the tower alive.

"Floor 16, Level 1, Avengers Museum." FRIDAY's voice relayed the automated message from the speakers in the elevator as the doors slid open revealing a small foyer-like area with directions to each section of the museum.

"Thanks, FRI."

"You seem distressed, Peter. Would you like me to inform Boss or Mrs Stark?"

"No, thanks FRI, I'm fine. And as a side note, can you please, please, please refrain from showing the footage of what happened between me and Flash to Dad? He may kill Flash and I really don't want him to go to jail for murder or assault."

Peter shuddered, almost as if he was watching as Flash was brutally murdered, imaging all the many different ways it could be done. Especially with an aunt like Natasha, or an uncle like Bucky. Not to mention a father such as Tony Stark.

"I regret to inform you, that they have already viewed the video recorded at 10:17:39 am." Peter visibly winced.

"They?"

"All the resident Avengers have been notified of the issue and have watched the footage. I'm sorry Peter."

Peter repentantly nodded his head at one of FRIDAY's many cameras and continued his journey into the Avengers Museum.

As he opened the doors to the first section of the museum, Peter's over-sensitive ears were met with the uncomfortable sound of many teenagers excitedly roaming the exhibits. He scanned the room for his friend, finding him over at the Captain America exhibit. The Avengers Museum was a treasure trove of memorabilia from important and exciting battles, and replicas of suits and high-tech prototypes of weapons. It had a display for every Avenger, each equipped with their costumes, weapons of choice and a list of fun, interesting facts.

Walking up behind Ned, Peter tapped him on the shoulder, startling the other boy from his fanboy daze. Ned had always idolised the Avengers and still did, despite eating dinner with them every other week.

"Hey, Peter. Where were you?" Ned questioned inquisitively. "I thought you'd ditched me. It's bad enough MJ isn't here to dissuade Flash, we both know he's scared of her."

"I'm fine dude, just got caught up in the lab helping Charlie." Ned tilted his head quizzically. He'd seen Peter exit the lab when everyone else did, but before he could ask anything about it Peter swiftly changed the subject.

"So, Captain America huh?"

"Yeah, it's so cool! It's been updated since we last came down here. Look at this! It's got his first suit and shield!" said Ned, completely forgetting his worry and confusion.

"That's awesome! Do you wanna see another exhibit now? I have a feeling you've just been staring at this one for the past five minutes in a stupified daze."

"You're definitely right. Let's have a look at the Iron Man one, check out its new features!"

Ned and his excitable rambles grabbed Peter's arm and dragged him over to the shiny glass case. The Iron Man exhibit had always been Peter's favourite and he enjoyed looking at the technological genius of the Iron Man suits, despite him assisting Tony to update them regularly. The display consisted of the Mark I and II suits as well as a few honourable mentions where new features had been added;

Mark VII with the suitcase version, Mark IX with the remote controlled attachment bracelets (the one in Avengers) and Mark XX, the first suit that was controlled completely by JARVIS. It also had some interesting facts about Tony's work with Stark Industries.

"Did you know that Mr Stark created a whole new element for his arc reactor?" Ned gushed, reading the new information on the plaque.

"Yeah, but he was dying when he made it so he doesn't really like to talk about it. I'm surprised he put it on the facts list actually."

"Huh?… anyway, this museum is so cool. This whole building is so cool, I can't believe you get to come here every day."

"Honestly, me either."

Suddenly, their bubble was burst by a loud squeal.

"Oh my gods. There's a Spider-Man exhibit!" a girl yelled, obviously very excited and maybe a little bit in love with the bug-themed vigilante. The whole class rushed to the case from wherever they were, crowding the exhibit in their desperate attempts to see it.

Ned whirled around to face Peter, a look of utter excitement and disbelief crossing his face.

"You didn't tell me you had an exhibit? Dude that's awesome!" Peter just shrugged.

"I didn't know either. It must have been added with the new updates." Wandering slowly over to the crowded display, Peter asked Ned, "Wait, how long do we have here?"

"Half an hour in the Museum before we go to the Research and Development labs. At the moment we've got about twelve minutes left"

Once the duo had reached the exhibit, the majority of the crowd had dispersed, continuing to other sections of the museum. Peter stood, frozen in awe at his own display, his very first suit (the pyjamas) and his first real high-tech suit that Tony made him were both prominent in the display.

"Dude is it true that you're terrified of spiders?" Ned giggled as he read the Spider-Man facts.

"You try getting bitten by a radioactive spider, see how you like them after that." Peter retorted indifferently.

"Wait a sec, Peter, you declined to be an Avenger?"

"Wait what? I thought it was a test?"

"Listen to this; After an incredible battle of strength and wills between Spider-Man and a villain named 'The Vulture', Spider-Man was offered a place within the ranks of the Avengers. Instead of accepting, as any rational human would do, Spider-Man declined the offer, saying he wanted to spend more time with family and friends. Tony Stark then had to deal with the multitudes of the press which were stationed behind a door waiting for the announcement."

Oh man, that's why they got engaged. Well, it worked out for the best."

"I guess. You seriously said no to being an Avenger?" Ned couldn't believe his ears.

"I mean, yeah?"

"What's wrong with you man…"

Emma gave the group a ten-minute warning before strolling over to Mr Crooks, no doubt to explain the next section of the tour.

Just then Peter's spidey-sense went off, a slight tingle on the back of his neck warning him of oncoming danger. He quickly spun in a circle searching intently for the cause. Determining it as a false alarm, Peter continued walking, catching up to Ned who had moved on to the next display.

"What was that about?" Ned whispered.

"Spidey-sense alert. False alarm though…"

Ned nodded in understanding as they both fawned over the improved Black Widow exhibit.

Clint's POV

I groaned as I reached yet another locked vent. FRIDAY had shut the majority of the vents around the Avengers Museum where Peter and his class were supposedly having their tour.

"FRIDAY, please unlock the vents so I can pass."

"I'm sorry, Mr Barton, but your protocols have been overridden by MiniBoss who wishes you to not embarrass him while on this trip."

I sighed in defeat, attempting to come up with a new plan to get to Peter.

'I could walk through the door like a normal person… Nah, when have I ever been normal? What about the window? Actually, I can't climb walls, nevermind. Ugh, I wish the vents were open. Maybe I should get Tony to hack his own AI so I can get in. Yep, that's the best idea you've had this week, brain.'

Just as I started to retreat from the vent entrance (vent-rance haha) to the museum, FRIDAY spoke.

"However," I perked up again at the sound of FRIDAY's resigned sounding tone, "it seems as though Peter is being bullied, so it is in his best interest that you intrude."

"Thanks, FRIDAY. You won't regret this. Well, you might but there's nothing you can do about it."

"You're welcome, Mr Barton."

Just as I crawled through to the museum vents, my foot got caught in the locking mechanism, causing me to fall over.

"Shit-tttake mushrooms." I whisper-exclaimed, adding the end on for fear that Cap was watching. I just hoped that Peter was too busy talking to his friends that he didn't hear the bang that sounded as I hit the vent floor.

Peter's POV

I stilled as my sensitive hearing picked up a small bang from the vents above my head to the left. It was followed by the unmistakable curse from Uncle Clint. Crumbs, I thought, Clint must be the first part of their embarrassment plan. I just hope he does nothing to Flash… Ned looked at me confusedly.

"What's going on?"

"You'll see it about 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…" I counted down and pointed upwards as Uncle Clint dropped from the vents on my head. Or what would have been my head if I hadn't moved due to my enhanced reflexes. 'Yep, here comes the first phase of 'Embarrass Peter'. Yay…'

Ned lets out a choked yelp. I'm not surprised, I mean, who wouldn't be startled if a fully grown man dressed in black spandex dropped from the ceiling onto their best friend's head.

"Hey, Uncle Clint. Is it your turn to bother me now?" I say, ready for the inevitable onslaught.

"Yeah, well I wanted to… wait. Am I not the first one? Damn, I thought I was…"

"Nah, I'm kidding. You get the prize for being the first one to embarrass me and bother me into my early grave."

"It's not all bad kiddo. I'm sure you'll get us all back later when you smash us at Mario Kart."

"Yeah, you're going down."

Throughout our exchange, Ned was about as still as a brick wall, and just as loud. He just stood there, frozen, silently opening and closing his mouth as if he were a fish.

"Hey, is Ned ok?" Ned just splutters.

"It is Ned right?" Clint tries to confirm.

"Yeah, yes Mr Barton, Hawkeye sir. He knows my name!" Ned whispered the last part to me.

"Ned, stop it. Call me Clint. Please."

"Oh sure, Mr Bar… um, Clint." Ned looked as though he was about to explode, bouncing intently on the balls of his feet, a wide smile covering his face.

"Anyway, where is the rest of your class? I can't embarrass you, Peter unless they're here…"

I was so glad we still had five minutes left in the museum. It meant people weren't surrounding us, but of course, my Peter Parker luck struck again as the same girl who found the Spider-Man exhibit came around the corner to see Uncle Clint. Obviously she screamed, bringing my entire class into the room. Damn it.

"Unc… Cli… Mr Barton? Don't go overboard…" I said as a way to try and placate him even though I knew it would be no use.

"Mr Barton? What happened to Uncle Clint? Man kids these days, they have terrible memories." he said with a mischievous grin. My class gaped at my interaction, I guess I was talking to an Avenger.

"Anyway, Bucky was baking cookies this morning and told me to bring some down for you and Ned," he said as he pulled a box out of seemingly nowhere. "They are the snickers kind, the best kind, so I took the liberty of packing them in a box to deliver them to you personally." He was giving me a strange smile, something was up but I couldn't put my finger on it just yet.

"Bucky's cookies are the best," I say gratefully as he hands me the opaque box.

"Of course, the journey down here was long and tiring and I had to bargain with FRIDAY to even let me in here of course since you gave the order to lock the vents."

I didn't like where this was going. Not in the slightest.

"What have you done?" I said darkness and threats lace my seemingly sweet comment.

"Well, I got a bit hungry you see…"

"You didn't!" I frantically pull the lid off my empty box of cookies. "Uncle Clint! How could you! You've got your own ones upstairs, why'd you have to steal mine." I whine as I chuck the box back to him. I hear murmured whispers from the rest of my class. I was so caught up in the cookie fiasco that I forgot they were there. Crap.

"Anyway MiniStark, I should go."

Of course, that was when the class erupted, questions flying at Clint from every direction. Emma rushed over with Mr Crooks, attempting to settle the class down.

"Calm down class. If you ask one at a time, Mr Barton may actually answer questions."

That got the students to shut up.

"How do you hit targets from so far away?"

"Practice."

"Why do you use a bow and arrow?"

"I like it."

"Is it hard to use archery when the threats you face have much more advanced weaponry?"

"Sometimes."

I just watched in amusement as Clint gave vague one word, monosyllabic answers to all the superficial questions that were thrown his way by the class, though after five or so minutes I could tell he was getting bored. And obviously, that's when Flash decided to be an obnoxious and very stupid jerk.

"How do you know Penis Parker?" he jeered, smirking in my direction.

"Peter is an incredibly smart and kind-hearted boy that I know because he is Tony's personal intern. He has wormed his way into all of the Avenger's hearts so if you dare even think about saying another word about him… well, let's just say you don't want to be on the wrong side of our wrath."

Clint jumped to the ceiling, grabbing onto the hole in the vent through which he entered.

"See you later MiniStark." he spat out, giving Flash one last withering glare as he disappeared.