Sorry, I'm a little behind. I haven't been feeling so good (mentally, I'm not physically sick) and I can't tell if I'm bored of my routine or if I'm so reliant on it that it's become unhealthy. Is that weird? Does that make sense? I'm okay though, and I'm still writing. Enjoy this chapter!

Peter finished the equation with ease and most of his classmates were too busy around the room to notice. Meghan finally announced that it was time for them to move on, which was met with groans and complaints from his classmates. They said goodbye to Bruce and set off on the long hallway towards the elevators. Ned had shuffled up beside Peter with MJ close behind and began talking to him animatedly about the work Peter did with Bruce Banner. Peter was only sort of listening because he could feel the buildup of anxiety getting worse and worse as the trip went on. At this point he could barely stop his hands from shaking as his brain ran wild about the possible things that could go wrong from here. He hadn't realized that he was tapping his hip obsessively until he felt a cold hand slip into his and squeeze. He looked over to see MJ giving him a knowing look. His cheeks heated up, but he smiled, feeling a little better. He didn't have to tell her anything, but he could tell she understood somewhat of what he was feeling. This was okay. Ned, still talking, was oblivious to everything. They reached the elevator and went up a level to a floor Peter avoided with all his power: the Avengers Museum.

His class was easily most excited about this. The floor below them was the Stark Industries museum, but after their segway with Bruce they only had time for one of them and the decision was, almost, unanimous. Peter was interested in the other superheroes exhibits for sure, but because Spider-Man was a rather popular hero among the "little guy" and because Tony loves to make fun of Peter's early costume, there was a pretty big Spider-Man display. Most of the class went there first, including Flash and Ned, who dragged Peter along, who dragged MJ along.

"I can't believe that's what you used to wear" Ned whisper shouted at Peter, seemingly not understanding the principle of quiet.

"Shhh! Geez, Ned, quiet." No one had heard though, they were all running around looking at the exhibit for the original Avengers and, of course, the entire room devoted to old Mark models and the history of Iron Man.

"I don't think I'm ever going to forgive you for not telling me you're a web slinging neighborhood superhero" MJ elbowed him in the ribs with that. Peter had literally never told anyone that he was Spider-Man. Ned had seen him, May had seen him. Tony Stark had researched him or whatever. And last year MJ had figured it out, being the only one who ever put two and two together. She realized that Peter always disappeared when Spider-Man arrived and she'd noticed how he missed school and practice literally all the time. She had seen how he suddenly had no trouble in PE seemingly overnight. She had confronted him shortly after homecoming, and in doing so admitted how much she'd been watching him over the years. Since then there had been a mutual liking that only Ned had the guts to bring up.

"Well next time I get bit by a radioactive spider, you'll be the first to know."

"Thank you, I appreciate that." She smiled, grabbing his hand again and swinging it with hers, they looked at each other for a moment both feeling briefly content before being interrupted by their third wheel.

"Yeah, yeah, y'all are adorable. Let's keep going" Ned snarked and grappled the other two's hands. They blushed and followed their friend to the Thor display.

They had moved on to the Hawkeye display when Peter felt a shiver in his neck. This time, however, he recognized the feeling. Instead of the slow burning anxious tingle, this was the feeling he was accustomed to. This is why it was no surprise, to him at least, when the figure he was just looking at pictures of, dropped out of an air vent right above him. He stepped out of the way right before Hawkeye, AKA Clint Barton, landed on the floor with a whoopf. Several people gasped and a couple let out screaches. Peter, on the other hand, let out a groan.

"Wow, you sound real happy to see me." Clint said with a smile. Peter gave an exaggerated, sarcastic grin.

"Oh my god it's Hawkeye" Flash said from the other side of the room. At the speed of light, all of Peter's swarmed around the man, who had grabbed Peter's shoulder before the boy could back away.

"My buddy, Pete, here is embarrassed by me. Aren't you little Petey?" Peter rolled his eyes and broke away. His classmates laughed, partially amazed they were standing in front of Clint Barton, and also bemused by Peter's relationship with him. The boy went over to stand near MJ who was watching this scene from a couple steps back and smirking.

"Are you smirking because of me or our idiot classmates?"

"A combination." She said simply, "you'd think that Ned has never been here before."

"Yeah really. I'm going to kill Clint later." MJ raised her eyebrows

"Sure you are Petey" she said, putting her arm around his neck and walking towards the group to hear what was being said.

"Now, if it's all okay with your teacher and tour guide, I thought I might take you guys up to the Avengers training room." Excited gasps and whispers were heard as the class turned around to look Meghan, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell.

"You want to… um I mean sure, of course," Meghan said, looking dumbfounded, "if it okay with…" she looked over at Mr. Harrington who looked just about as excited and the kids.

"Y-yeah sure!" He flustered.

Peter watched all of this unfold in dismay. This was not good. Very much so. From the way Clint's eyes gleamed as he led them to the elevator, to the shaking of Peter's hands again, he knew this was going to be a disaster.

This one was shorter but I think the next one will be longer. Comment are always appreciated. Goodbye and good luck in these trying times!