I think I've got three to four chapters left.

The Avengers training room took up an entire floor. Training rooms actually, there were multiple. Since whenever there wasn't an international crisis that required the Avenger's attention, really the only thing they could do as a team was train (and prank each other but that could happen anywhere) they needed a lot of space. The elevator opened up to a common area where you could find the occasional hero after training for a while. A couple couches were positioned around a coffee table and along the wall was a small kitchenette with a sink and a fridge.

"This is our post-training room or whatever, it's not super interesting, but right through here is our pool and weight room," The pool was huge, Peter didn't know the exact size but it started at a half foot deep and gradually dropped to 12 feet. He didn't use it that much, never being that much into swimming. The weight room was bigger than it had to be, too, with weights ranging from 135 to 700 pounds (for the non-enhanced) and beyond (for Cap and Thor, and Peter of course, but he always felt silly lifting weights).

"Over here in an indoor field track area-thing where we play football or soccer sometimes," it wasn't a full field, the floor wasn't that big, but it was good sized. Big enough for the occasional scrimmage. This was something Peter happily took part in. He had always liked soccer when he was younger, but he'd never been that good at it on account of his asthma. After the bite he didn't feel comfortable playing sports anymore, it wasn't fair. But of course, when you played with the Avengers, anything was fair game. Last scrimmage Thor ended up walking the ball through a window with his hammer.

"Over there is the cardio room with treadmills and elliptical and stuff, next to it is the yoga room, which don't laugh, it's hard work," Clint was looking at Flash who had scoffed. When Peter had started training with the Avengers, he was initially surprised by the yoga, too. Somehow Nat had convinced everyone to try it. Even Tony did, not without the snide comment, but still. After his first time trying it however, he understood quite how much work it actually was. Even his spider-mutated body was sore.

The class had been ooh-ing and ah-ing throughout this tour, bounding along behind Clint like a band of clingy puppies. Flash was secretly admiring the layout of the floors, Betty was writing down every single possible detail she could see, Ned was quietly asking Peter a quadrillion questions, MJ was still holding Peter hand and quietly listening to Ned and Peter's one sided conversation, and Peter felt like he was falling. Finally, they reached the last room with a sickening halt.

"This… is the sparring room."

Shit

In front of them was a large room. Several mats were laid out, each one surrounded by a couple benches. On the sides of the room, a variety of weapons were displayed ranging from (dull) swords to nunchucks. This was easily the most used room on the training floor. The Avengers, despite being a team, loved to beat each other. And of course, speak of the devil, sparring on the closest mat to the group, was Captain America and Black Widow. Clint ushered the stunned teens into the room and Nat and Steve stopped sparring to greet them.

"Hey… guys," Steve started lamely, "I'm Steve." Peter could tell he felt awkward. Steve had been awkward around Peter when they first met, too. He just had no experience with kids at all. He didn't really need to, though, they were st.l going to be impressed by him.

"And I'm Natasha, you'll have to excuse our Steve here, he's afraid of kids." The AcaDeca team laughed nervously at that. "I'm glad to meet you guys, the famous Academic Decathlon team. Peter's told us all about you guys." Peter's face heated up as his classmates' jaws dropped. Not because Natasha Romanoff knew Peter Parker, at this point it was well established that Peter knew the Avengers personally , even to Flash. Just the idea of being an unnamed teammate mentioned to the Black Widow astounded them.

"So you guys see everything?" Nat asked as she picked up a towel and her water bottle, "the labs, the offices, the museums?" She was met with fervent nods and non-verbal affirmations.

"You guys can talk right?" The class laughed a little and Ned awkwardly said "yeah", "ah, Ned right? I've met you before with Peter. Nice to see you again."

Ned nodded quickly, saying a quick: "you too"

"Ookay, Well today I thought we could go over some basic self defense moves." She announced, leading them further into the room. "Steve'll help too" She motioned at the super soldier standing awkwardly behind her.

"Everyone grab two partners and we can get started." The tension broke a little when the class started grouping up. Peter looked immediately at Ned and MJ at the same time they did. They picked a mat towards the back. Nat took a position with Steve and demonstrated a move where she blocked a punch that he threw by hitting it away with her forearm. Then she aimed with her other hand a punch at his ribs, lightly obviously, probably not even enough for Steve to feel anything.

"Now, make sure you don't actually punch your friends, obviously. Just like a touch with your fist should be it." The kids around them tried to recreate the move, poorly mostly, since none of them had any sort of training. Nat and Steve walked around to show people individually. Peter's group wasn't doing any better than the others. Ned was absolutely hopeless, barely coordinated enough to hit the slow motion punch Peter threw, and certainly wasn't able to throw a punch after it. MJ was better, but not by much. She blocked Ned's fist well enough and aimed an awkward punch. Peter, of course, could do this in his sleep, but he wasn't going to show other people that. And he didn't want to hurt MJ. Not to mention his muscles felt shaky and exhausted from all the stress of the day. When MJ's fist came towards him he half-heartedly blocked it and punched. MJ frowned and cocked her head.

"Come on now, I know you can do better than that." She said, prepping to aim again.

"I'm not going to do it again." Peter sighed, stepping off the mat.

"Aw, come on, Peter, you got to show me how to actually do it!" Ned whined, still practicing the move.

"No"

"But what if I need to use it some day," he said, swinging a punch at the air and stumbling.

"Why don't you leave the fighting to Peter?" MJ scoffed

"Okay, everyone Cap and I will come around to see how you guys are doing," Nat made eye contact with Peter, "let's start over here shall we?"

"Noo, Nat" Peter groaned, seeing the look in her eye, "please no?"

"Come on, маленький паук" Nat said, dragging Peter to the central mat. Peter knew what that meant, she'd been calling him Little Spider for awhile, and just recently told him what it was in Russian. There was a little risk that one of his classmates knew what that meant, but when he searched their faces he saw only confusion.

"No, старый паук," He butchered the pronunciation, but she understood enough to scoff at his use of старый which meant old (he had used google translate). By this point she'd dragged him all the way to the center mat and was squaring off to him.

"Really Nat, come on!" Peter whined, fully aware his entire team was watching him.

"What's the worst that could happen, Peter? You show off some skill to your friends?"

"I could lose control. I could expose myself." He said in a hushed whisper.

"You're not going to, Peter. You're the most controlled out of all of us." Nat assured, "come on now, live a little. I'm not going to give up"

She had a point. Maybe this was a bad idea. Well, it was definitely a bad idea, but maybe it was just the bad idea he needed. He really did have control over himself. He could fight back against Flash, against anyone that messed with him, but he didn't. Because he had great power, so he had great responsibility. Ben was still right about that.

"...fine" he huffed, taking his position. Natasha smiled, before throwing the first punch. He was expecting her to start like that, so she could still demonstrate the move. So he played along, blocking her punch with his forearm and going for her side, lightly still, but less light than he did with Ned. She of course was expecting that, and she let him hit her slightly before maneuvering out of the way and going for Peter's shoulder. He dodged that and spun around behind her. It went on like this for a couple minutes and Peter's classmates watched the dance-like rhythm. They finally stopped when Nat moved quickly enough to confuse Peter's senses and pinned him down. She helped him up and he walked over to Ned who was looking at him as if he was the coolest guy on the planet. Actually, most of his class was looking at him like that. Even MJ looked suitably impressed. Peter felt lighter. His shaking subsided at the feeling of exhaustion and the compliments from his classmates. For a moment, it seemed like all would be okay. That was, until he heard a snarky voice from the back of the group.

"So Parker, I think I got you figured out."

Damn

oooh... I actually like Flash as a character but for the purpose of this story, he's gonna be an asshole. Is it possible I'm using every single trope for a field trip fic? Mayyybe