"Wanna come over tonight?" Ned asked.
"Can't. Grounded for getting stabbed."
"Right, obviously."
"Stabbed by a bird deterrent." MJ added with an eye roll.
"Shut up."
The trio headed down the street away from school until they reached a parked sleek black car.
"See you tomorrow!" Ned called as Peter got into the car with a wave.
"Bye losers." MJ crossed the street with a nod.
"Hey Happy." Peter said shoving his books into his bag.
"Ahem."
"Dad?" Peter looked up to see Tony in the driver's seat. "Where's Happy?"
"No hello Dad, I love you, you're so cool, what a nice surprise?"
"Hey Dad." Peter climbed out of the backseat and into the front, breaking Happy's rule number one. He grinned,"I love how cool you are, where's Happy?"
"Pepper had a last minute meeting across town I asked him to take her. How was school?"
"Good."
"So much description. I'm so overwhelmed by details." Tony scoffed as he sped down the street, swerving around the city's constant traffic towards Morgan's elementary school. "Seriously, are you gonna say anything else or are you just going to have me leap to wild conclusions and talk to myself."
"Sorry, I'm a little busy trying to not die." Peter said gripping the door handle.
"You're worse than your Pops. Calm down." Tony laughed.
"This is why Pops doesn't like when you drive or fly the quinnjets," Peter took a breath and trying to mimic Steve, said in a deep voice "you drive like you fly that suit, with reckless abandon."
"You act like I drive like I'm from Jersey." Tony chided, rolling his eyes. "Now they can't drive."
"Oh my God."
Skidding to a stop outside of Morgan's school Tony stepped out of the car and leaned against the door scanning the oncoming herd of children for Morgan.
"So how was school? Do anything cool?"
"Went to class?"
"Wow. So neat!" Tony said sarcasm oozing from his voice.
"I dunno, Geometry still sucks, Brenner still expects me to be doing well in English because Evie did-"
"He's not the only one who expects you to do well in English."
"But Dad- there's so more to life than good grades. Grades don't even matter if I join the Avengers! Besides its not like Pops went to college."
"The Avengers officially have a GPA and degree requirement for those sharing my DNA." Tony said cocking his eyebrow, "Also, your Pops went to art school."
"So I can go to art school? Last week you said that didn't count."
"Pete." Tony scoffed, "I love you, but you will not get into art school."
"Way to encourage your children to follow their passions."
"Last I checked art was not your passion." Tony laughed. "You are the only child I know who managed to fail a pass fail studio art. You take amazing pictures, but I'm pretty sure an art school wants you to be capable in multiple mediums... don't quote me on that though. Now in coding- Peter you're doing things I didnt think were possible. Hell you hacked FRIDAY last month. My unhackable A.I. mind you."
"Yeah..." Peter shrugged. "I still don't understand why I have to read Shakespeare if I want to be a superhero."
"The day we let you start fighting bad guys..." Tony trailed off.
"Daddy!" A small flurry of brown curls ricocheted into Tony's arms.
"Hey squirt, how was school?" Tony asked taking Morgan's bag and ushering her into the backseat.
"Great! At lunch we had chicken nuggets, and Lucy invited me to her birthday party next month and-"
Peter zoned out as the car drove away from the school. There was only so much he cared about Morgan's social life, nine year old gossip did not hold his interest. He watched the cars go by as his father sped through the streets, and he sulked. The pain in his arm was nearly gone, probably almost entirely better by now thanks to the inherited super serum giving him the ability to rapidly heal. High school was dumb. Geometry was dumb. His parents were dumb. Couldn't they understand that he wasn't just a normal kid, he was Spiderman, he was a hero. Of course they didn't know that and Peter was not planning on sharing that information any time soon, but couldn't they understand that he could be a hero too, an Avenger, like them.
