Peter sat through English with a nervous tick, he sat through math with his leg bouncing continually; chemistry with a slight shake in his hands. Ned had told him he looked pale during art and he physically wanted to vomit as he walked down the hall to their history class. May had asked him if he felt all right that morning because he didn't look too good when he met her downstairs but he merely said he didn't get that much sleep and was tired.

It wasn't a lie, not really. He didn't spend that much time out on patrol and had gotten in earlier than usual, but his senses were driving him crazy. At any moment when he had a second to think, a moment of quiet to maybe drift to sleep it was like an alarm went off in his head telling him someone was going to grab him. He got maybe three hours of sleep that night. After learning who Charles actually was, Peter's stomach had been in knots.

"I- I don't think I understand what's happening Mr. Stark." Peter shook his head while pacing back and forth in the room.

"Come on kid. I know you're kinda freaking out about this but we got it under control." Tony said, trying to calm the boy's nerves.

"No, no he knows about me. He knows my mom's maiden name, he knows about May. What if he knows our address or where she works or where I go to school? What am I supposed to do to protect us?"

"That's why were here kid." Rhodes clapped him on the shoulder, momentarily stopping his pacing. "We'll keep you and your aunt safe while we figure this creep out."

"I don't doubt that but, just- how does he know me? How does he know about me and May? No one knows that except for you guys and Ned, maybe MJ." Peter stared at the door. "I- I need to get to May. If he knows about her-"

"Pete." Steve started. "We won't let anything happen to you or your aunt. You know that right?" Peter nodded. He placed his hand on his shoulder. "We'll find this guy, and make sure he goes away for good."

Given knowing that Rhodes had offered to stay close to the hospital where May worked had put Peter's mind at ease if only a little bit. At least she would be safe. But the knots in his stomach had been getting worse all day, as if his subconscious was trying to tell him something; his senses warning him that something was going to happen before the day was over and it was horrible.

"Dude you sure you're not gonna hurl?" Ned asked as they took their seats. "When you told me you took a sick day I thought it was for other reasons."

"It was." Peter groaned. "I spent so much time worrying about it that I tricked myself into actually feeling sick."

"Do you wanna go to the nurse? Mr. Fitzpatrick won't care and you'll get credit for being here today."

"Who?"

"Mr. Fitzpatrick. He's our sub until Mr. Morris is back."

A pit in Peter's stomach seemed to open. It was just a coincidence, that was all. There was no way it was the same Fitzpatrick from yesterday. He refused to believe it. Though the doubt that had built up in those seconds turned into shock and awe as the so-called teacher came into the room.

"All right everyone settle. I've been told that I actually have to do some teaching today instead of just recalling exciting stories like yesterday. So let's waste no time and get through all that, then we can talk about exciting stories. Everyone take out your books and listen for your names as I take roll."

Most of the class let out little bouts of laughter but Peter blanched as he laid eyes on the man in the front of the room. It was the same man that had sought him out in the park and the same man that had shown up in Rhodes' watch list.

"Dude, you seriously look like you're gonna hurl right now." Ned whispered. "Maybe you did actually get something while you were out."

If he thought about it he probably would have. Peter couldn't believe, Fitzpatrick- Asborrow, whatever his name, just how normal he sounded and acted. He helped Hammer kill people. There was absolutely no real explanation on how or why he actually got a job as a teacher at a high school.

"Parker. Peter Parker?"

Peter heard his name being called but couldn't bring himself to respond to it.

"He's right here sir." Ned said. "I think he's still feeling real sick. He's been out of it all day and I think he's at his limit of pretending to feel good."

"Ah, well… why don't you take him to the nurse Mr. Leeds? Maybe contact his aunt to come get him."

Ned nodded and coaxed Peter from his desk, slinging his bag over his shoulder and helping him from the room. Peter himself was barely taking steps and almost tripped over his own feet when they entered the hall.

"Come on Pete. I know I'm bigger than you but you have some sort of super weight and I can't really support you unless you try to help. What's wrong? Really?" Ned asked with concern.

"Things... happened." Peter mumbled.

"Things that can't be solved by the nurse?"

Peter merely nodded and took out his phone, going to Tony's contact and texting him.

'School.' The response was almost instant.

'Be there in ten. Hang tight.'

"How does he respond so fast? My mom takes like ten minutes just to send me back a one word response."

Peter laughed slightly. "You can go back if you want. I'll be okay until he gets here."

"You literally look like you're going to fall over if I don't hold you up. Besides, just because we have a cool sub doesn't mean I want to sit in class and listen to him teach." Ned smiled. "I'll sit with you until he gets here."

"Thanks." Peter ran his hand through his hair, almost expecting to pull a handful out with how stressed he was feeling.

Ned sat with Peter in the hall until his phone buzzed, alerting the two of them that Happy was waiting outside and the school had been taken care of. Ned took a lot of his weight to prevent him from falling as they walked out front.

"Jesus kid, you look like hell." Happy said as he took Peter's bag and put it in the back.

"I'm certain he's seen better days." Ned said as he helped Peter into the back of the car. "I'll get your work from class don't worry about it."

"You're awesome Ned." Peter groaned.

"Thanks for keeping him upright kid." Happy said as he closed the door. "Boss said he wasn't feeling well but I didn't think it was the bad."

"It's no trouble. I just hope he feels better."

AVENGERS

The ride to the tower seemed like it was over in seconds; a dull blur of a memory that already seemed to be forgotten. Peter barely recognized Happy's voice telling him they were there. He took Peter to the elevator attached to the garage and went straight to the penthouse. The ride up also seemed to be a distant memory.

"Thanks Happy. I got him." Tony's voice echoed around the room.

Peter was guided from the door and to a couch and sat. He felt nauseous and probably would have thrown up if he thought about it.

"Mr. Stark?" Even his voice sounded wrenched.

"Yeah kiddo? Whatcha need?"

"Can you, uh- can you search for a Kevin Morris in your system? I think he's in the hospital."

"That's one of your teachers isn't it? Think you might have actually gotten yourself sick with something he maybe gave you?"

Peter's leg started bouncing. "No, I mean yeah he's my history teacher but I don't think he's sick."

"Search him up FRI." Tony told the AI. "What's the deal with him then if he's not sick?"

"The guy from yesterday, the one I met in the park as Spider-Man is my substitute for history."

Tony's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before his face settled in a frown. "Asburrow is your sub? How the hell- does your school not do background checks for their teachers?" He shook his head. "You saw him; sitting in the class and everything?"

Peter nodded. "I sat in class for about ten minutes before Ned took me outside to see the nurse because I looked so sick. The way he called my name for attendance was the exact same as when he said it in the park. It was like he knew me but at the same time it's like he didn't."

"Did he say anything else?"

"No, he just told Ned to take me to the nurse and-" He stood in a panic. "Where's Mr. Rhodes? Is he at the hospital?"

"Yes, just like we agreed." Tony stated calmly. "He's going to keep watch over your aunt until we figure out what to do about this whole thing… why?"

He sat down again. "He said- to call my aunt and tell her I was sick. He knows about May."

Tony was pissed. Literally how dare someone go after Peter to get back at him, and a lackey at that. Was there any proof of said attack yet? No, but was Tony going to wait around until there was? Absolutely fucking not. He wasn't going to leave anything to chance and would do everything in his power to make sure Peter and May were safe.

"Kevin Morris," FRIDAY rang out. "47 year old high school history teacher at Midtown High. He is married with two children attending elementary school. He was recently emitted to the hospital four days ago for acute mercury poisoning. The cause of it is unknown but he's expected to make a full recovery within a few weeks."

"Do they know where it's from? How he got it?" Tony asked.

"No. A relatively common cause of it would be if he ate a lot of sea food but it appears he didn't have any in his system. They're still trying to piece together how it happened."

Tony sighed and turned back to Peter. "Did he say anything else to you? Maybe indicate he knew you or something to go along with the story he gave your alter ego?"

Peter shook his head. "I was only in class for ten minutes before I left. Even if he did want to somehow formulate a story for me, he wouldn't have gotten the chance to… Mr. Stark, I don't know if I can sit in the same room with that guy. Just thinking about it is making me sick."

"I know. I don't want you to be in the same room with him either."

"Kid doesn't have a choice in the matter does he?" Bucky asked as he entered the room. "We can't make a move until he does and he won't move unless the kid's there. Otherwise he might think something is up."

"I think that's the most I've ever heard you say at once." Tony pointed out. "We're not using him as bait. Asborrow's a lunatic and we have zero knowledge of what he'd do if we actually let him."

"What do you plan on doing then? Waltz into the school and arrest him? You don't have any jurisdiction for that, and he's obviously good with technology. He probably altered his files or something so he would actually be able to get a job at that school."

"I've got a team of lawyers that are ready to go and in case you forgot, I've created some if not the most advanced AI in the world that are capable of just about anything. So if he did mess with his files then we can get them back at their original, unaltered states."

Peter's head hurt. Listening to the two older men bicker about what he should do didn't help the situation. He didn't want to sit in class and act like nothing happened and be potential bait, but he also didn't want to do nothing. He was scared for May. What would he tell her if it got out of hand and she needed to go to the tower for protection? He knew Pepper would ask them over for dinner as an excuse if it came to it but what about after?

"I'm gonna go lay down for a little while…" he mumbled as the two men were still bickering. He didn't see either of their faces as he left but distinctly heard Tony sigh and mutter something along the lines of we'll think of something.

He headed to the room he had and flopped on the bed, a smell sense of vertigo accompanying him. An odd sense of relaxation overtook him and within moments, he was asleep.

AVENGERS

It was going on seven when Peter woke, a bit surprised to see he actually got a few hours of sleep rather than going in and out of consciousness. He didn't feel good but he definitely felt better than he had in the last few days. His senses had finally calmed down and the only thing he had to deal with was the anxiety of the whole thing.

He went through the situation in his head as he attempted to get himself up. He woke up Monday not feeling well and skipped, spending the whole of the day at the tower when Ned texted him about the sub. Mr. Morris was there on Friday so that meant something happened on the weekend. After that he went out for a while and found the source of his worries who turned out to be an ex-con trying to pass as a family member. He had a small breakdown at the tower before Tony escorted him home.

The next day turned out just as bad as the first; Peter had worried himself into a panic and barely got any sleep, getting up every hour or so just to see if May was alright. He knew he didn't look good when it was actually time to get up but having May and Ned point it out to him made him realize how bad it really was. Going to school only seemed like a mistake when he got there but somehow it was both extremely and not worth it to see the sub was the same man he met in the park.

That's what brought him to where he was at. It was currently Tuesday, only the second day of whatever was happening and they had managed such information. All they needed to do was figure a way to out the guy and put him back behind bars before he hurt anyone, and that's where they were stuck. The only option they could think of was to wait and everyone hated that plan.

Until Peter remembered a key piece of information he had; the business card that Spider-man had given him.

He pulled out his phone and dialed the number, almost hoping it was fake and no one would pick up but was met with a voice he recognized on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Hi, uh is this Charles Fitzpatrick?"

"Yes this is he."

"My name is Peter and, this is probably gonna sound weird but- I met Spider-man, I mean he sorta found me and he gave me a card with your name and number on it? He said you found him on the park and needed help finding me?"

"My god, he actually found you? This is amazing! Ah, there's actually this matter I'd like to speak to you about face to face if that's alright." He was silent as he waited for a response. "Not- not in secret or anything. It could be at a park or library. I know this is probably really weird and creepy but there's a very important matter that needs to be addressed."

"Uh, with all due respect sir but what business does an accountant have with a high school student?"

He regretted it. He regretted calling the guy and trying to get any information that could help. The tone he was using sounded genuine and it was sickening to know how far he was willing to go. Peter could only imagine what would've happened if he didn't meet him as Spider-man first. Perhaps he would have believed him.

"Peter please. I really don't want to explain it over the phone. Just- you've got to trust me on this." That was something that wasn't going to happen. "We can meet in the park tomorrow. I know you probably have school so if it's possible, after four? It'll take no longer than fifteen minutes."

He wanted to deny it and just go bust him in that moment. "Can I bring someone along…?"

"Of course!"

"Okay. I'll- be by the statue in the park after school."

"That's wonderful! Thank you so much"

Whatever else he said was lost on Peter's ears as he clicked the phone shut. He laid back on his bed and shoved a pillow over his face.

"FRI what did I just do?" His muffled voice asked.

Okay so if I can get the next bit done then its probably the end. I'm trying real hard to make it good and proper but everything seems more difficult during the holidays and I'm dead on my feet most of the time with work but I'm still chugalugging along.

To the person who asked about the name, it was a complete coincidence. I had a good laugh when I looked it up and saw what you meant by it.

Please point out any spelling or grammatical mistakes I might have missed so I can fix them in the future. Leave a review! I really value your input whenever you do!

Hope ya liked it. See ya later!