A/N: Aaaaaaand here's chapter six!

Disclaimer: Don't own it, wish I did.

Six

Peter had a grin on his face as he picked up his cup of coffee and brought it to his lips. He looked over the rim of his sunglasses as Tony walked into the kitchen looking exhausted, Steve and Bruce right behind him.

They still hadn't seen him sitting there.

A moment later, Thor walked in, and then Clint and Nat. Sam sat down a few seats next to him and still didn't know he was there, and Bucky leaned against the counter right in front of him, his back facing Peter.

As Earth's Mightiest Morons made breakfast, Peter decided to make his move.

He silently set his coffee down, his hand gripping the handle tightly, and in a deep voice, he called out,

"Good morning!"

Their reactions were priceless! Tony screamed like a little girl, flinging his eggs into Steve's face, who jumped a foot in the air at the sound of Peter's voice. Thor held out his hammer in defense, Sam fell out of his chair, and Bucky whipped around, waving his metal arm out to attack the "stranger." Clint screeched loudly like a hawk, clinging to Natasha, who simply rolled her eyes and pushed him away. Everyone looked at him, just now noticing him, their eyes wide.

"Who are you?" Steve demanded as Peter laughed loudly, turning the camera that was recording next to him off.

"Wow, Captain, I'm hurt," he said. "Like, really? I knew the Avengers didn't pay that much attention to the little guys, but this is a little much."

Everyone was quiet for a moment, and Peter was trying (and failing) to not crack up.

"Peter?!" Tony yelled suddenly, dropping the spatula in his hand.

Peter saluted.

"The one and only!" he grinned again, taking another drink of his coffee. "Did you really not recognize me?"

Tony put a hand over his racing heart, and everyone else relaxed.

"What are you wearing?" Tony asked, gesturing to Peter's outfit.

Peter looked down and stood.

"This?" he asked. "It's my S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform."

Peter was wearing his sunglasses, a tight black, collared shirt that clearly defined his muscles, a thick black belt and pants that fitted him perfectly. The shirt had a thin, tightly fitted vest over it that everyone assumed was to protect him from bullets. On the top right corner of the vest was the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo, and just under that, in print, were the words "Agent Parker, Level Eight."

Attached to the belt, on his hip, was a gun holster with a pistol resting in it, a clip with a knife in its sheath, and on the other side was a place for a walkie talkie. On his wrist was his communications watch, and he wore shiny black leather boots that came up to his shins.

"You look…" Steve shook his head, at a loss for words.

"He looks hot," Wanda said nonchalantly as she walked in with Vision.

"And sexy," Natasha nodded. "The girls at school will go crazy."

"He looks extremely scary and intimidating," Clint commented, taking a step back.

"All three are correct," Peter smirked, finishing his coffee quickly. "I gotta get to school. I'm driving today."

He began to walk off, but Tony's voice stopped him.

"What are you driving? You don't have a car!"

"Or a license!" Sam yelled.

Peter turned around.

"I have a license!" He replied. "And I'm driving my motorbike, what else would I drive?"

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Peter preferred rigging without a helmet. He enjoyed the feeling of the wind blowing through his hair, and the sense of freedom it gave him.

His bike was an old-fashioned one, but it wasn't that old. It was a lot like Steve's actually, black and sleek with a red stripe going down the middle, and it was fast and just cool-looking. The only people that had ever ridden on it besides him had been Coulson and Daisy, because they were the only people he knew wouldn't destroy it (Coulson took it upon himself to name the bike Layla, to match Lola, his old red corvette, and even bought a small sticker to put on the back of it that read "Layla" in cursive).

As Peter pulled into the student parking section of Midtown High School, he noticed the stares immediately. There was a group of kids- all people he knew and a couple he didn't- crowding by the entrance to the school and watching him curiously. He parked Layla and stood up, and when he walked past the group he smiled kindly at them before entering the school.

"Peter!"

Peter perked up at the sound of Ned's voice, and when his friend reached him, he held out his hand to do their handshake.

"Are you going to explain now?" Ned asked, not seeing Peter's outstretched hand.

Peter froze. Ned looked… mad?

"Yeah, dude, in class."

"Good," Ned said. He seemed to finally register what Peter looked like, because his eyes widened and he blinked. "Woah, dude!"

Peter smiled.

"I know. I promise I'll explain everyth-"

"Mr. Parker!"

Peter winced at the furious tone of the principal's voice, and Peter looked up to see Mr. Mrotia standing there, looking at him, along with three fourths of the school.

"Yes, sir?" Peter smiled politely.

"You are not permitted to have any sort of weapon on school property, Mr. Parker, and I'm afraid your actions will result in an immediate two week suspen-"

"Actually, sir, I have every right to have a weapon on me," Peter interrupted smoothly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his S.H.I.E.L.D. ID and opened it for the school to see. "As an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and an employee of the government, I am required to carry a weapon with or on me at all times while on active duty, in case of an emergency. If you have a problem with that, sir, feel free to contact my superiors, but unless I am not on duty, I have to carry a weapon on my person at all times."

Morita stared at the badge, then Peter, for several seconds, his mind spinning. He cleared his throat, then straightened his tie.

"Right," he said. "Um. Well, get to class, Mr. Parker. My apologies."

Peter nodded, and took Ned by the arm as the bell rang for first period.