Hey guys!

Thank you so much for all the love you have given this story :D I'm so glad so many of you are enjoying it!

I'm adding another chapter thanks to Sirennette on ao3 who prompted for my We Forgot Peter Series: i have and idea for a promt that could follow the "one in a million" series as well as the "we forgot Peter" one. Peter is finally okay and can go back to school, he is exited because he missed being Mj and Ned and now he can finally be with them again. But there's one tiny little detail they forgot, Gym Class, more exactly the change room. Even if Peter is fine there is still some scars that didn't fully heal. What will happen if his class saw those scars?

I hope you all enjoy and apologies for any mistakes.

When Normalcy Returns

"Great job, Peter," Doctor Stephen Strange's shout echoed somewhere from behind Peter.

Cheeks aching from how much he was smiling, Peter flicked himself off his web. He soared through the air, twisting his body so that was landing lightly on a thick tree branch. The branches shook and creaked under his sudden weight, but it held strong. Over the last few months, Peter had become over familiar with the trees that surrounded the Lake House. He knew which ones could hold the weight of his webs and which ones he needed to avoid.

Stephen drifted into view, hovering mid-air, the Cloak of Levitation fluttering behind him. He was smiling at Peter, his eyes glittering under the canopy of shade. "Well done."

Peter smile grew as the adrenalin of swinging on his webs still coursed through his blood. "Thanks!"

"How does your arm feel?" Stephen asked, eyes darting to Peter's left arm.

Peter looked down at his arm, giving it a little twist. "Yeah. Yeah, it feels really good."

"And the adjustment in the suit Tony made?" Stephen asked.

With his good hand, Peter ran his fingers over the left sleeve of his Spiderman suit. While you couldn't see it on the outside, Peter could feel the extra support that it now had. It was enough to keep his wrist and elbows supported without restricting the movement that he needed. It was the perfect upgrade to his suit and Tony had really outdone himself.

Peter had come a long way with his physical therapy. The progress had been slow. Peter was often left tired and irritable, but not once had Tony or his family let him wallow in it. Each milestone he passed was celebrated and not once did Peter have to do it alone. It had started out with daily exercises to strengthen his arm and gain movement, then he had progressed to lifting weights until he was finally able to try swinging on his webs again.

The first few times had been disastrous. Peter hadn't fallen that much since he had first started out. It took months of practice, of training until Peter was finally able to swing the way he once had.

"Yeah, it's awesome!" Peter bounced slightly on the branch with his enthusiasm. "I couldn't feel anything."

"I could tell," Stephen nodded. "You weren't favouring one arm over the other this run."

Peter felt a warmth spread through his chest at the praise. It was something that Peter had been trying to work on, to get out of the mindset that his arm wouldn't be able to support him. While the burns had faded from his face and neck, his arm still held the brunt of the damage. The skin was scarred with burns marks, no longer black and grey but pink and puckered. With a long sleeve on you would never be able to tell and Peter was able to forget, just for a moment, that he was fine.

"We should head back," Stephen said with a smirk. "Tony will be anxious to hear how it went."

"Race you!" Peter shot a web to the nearest tree, flinging himself off the branch, leaping over Stephen who dropped to avoid being hit. Peter let out a whoop as he flung himself around and through the trees, pushing himself harder and faster towards the Lake House. He could hear Stephen behind him, racing to catch up with him and it only made Peter giddier.

The Lake House came into view and Peter shot one last web, flinging himself out into the open and onto the front lawn. He landed on his feet, letting out another loud whoop as Morgan cheered for him.

"Petey!" Morgan dashed to him and when she was close enough, Peter scooped her up into his arms, spinning her around until she was letting out a shriek of laughter. He stopped, setting her down gently.

Stephen had landed onto the ground, already beside Tony and Pepper who were waiting patiently, smiles on their face.

"I won!" Peter beamed.

"Just," Stephen said, his eyes narrowed playfully.

Tony came forward, eyes running over Peter critically. "How did it feel, kiddo?"

"Amazing," Peter gushed, his emotions brimming to the surface. He blinked back the sting of tears and fell into Tony, hugging him tightly. "Thank you," he whispered into Tony's chest. "For everything."

Tony's arms came around him and hugged him tightly, his big palm sweeping up and down Peter's back. "Anything for my kids."

Peter took a shuddering breath, surrendering to the warmth of Tony. Thing were starting to look up. Things were starting to return to normal.

School hadn't crossed Peter's mind. With being busy healing, catching up on the last five years that he had missed and desperate to be Spiderman again, he hadn't put much thought into it. Of course, he talked about it with Ned and MJ when they caught up together, wondering what it would be like and who would be in their class. They had learnt that several people they had class with hadn't been dusted and were now in college, getting their degrees. It was sad and something that they were all struggling to wrap their heads around.

So, it came as a surprise when Tony had brought it up as they cleaned up after dinner, Pepper giving Morgan her bath before bedtime.

"I got an email from Midtown today." Tony glanced as Peter as he loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

Peter paused from where he was wiping down the kitchen bench. "You did?"

Tony let out a small hum. "The schools are beginning to re-open. There's going to be an information night for the parents and the students before you go back. To explain how it's going to be done."

"Oh," Peter blinked. He shifted from foot to foot, his brows creasing. "Can I – am I still able to go there?"

Tony straightened, looking surprised at the question. "Yeah, of course. Why would you think you couldn't go to Midtown?"

Peter gave a small shrug. "We live out here. I thought, you might want to pick a school closer to us."

Tony expression softened. "Pete, you love Midtown. Your friends are there and it's one of the best schools. We aren't going to take you away from that."

Tension bled from Peter's shoulders that he hadn't even realised he had been holding. "Oh. That's cool."

"Besides, Morgan's going to be starting kinder soon and we were thinking that we might move back to the city for that."

"Really?"

Tony nodded. "It's something that we will discuss as a family. Obviously, we would still keep this place, come out here on weekends and for holidays. But for work, school, Spiderman and Ironman, the city is a more central location."

Peter nodded. It made sense but he hadn't realised that Tony and Pepper had been discussing this. It should have surprised him that they were changing their life around him, including him in their plans. They told him often enough that he was their kid and he knew they were family but sometimes Peter's anxiety got the better of him, that he was just a burden to the family.

"We want to do this for you," Tony said, guessing where Peter's thoughts had gone to. "For the family. We will do whatever is best for the whole family. Is that something you would be open to discuss?"

Peter nodded, giving Tony a watery smile. "Yeah. I'd be open to that. Like a lot."

Tony chuckled and had gone back to loading the dishwasher.

Things had moved quickly after that. The information night had come and gone and then they were packing up the lake house and moving into the repurchased Tower. It had been a whirlwind of activity and then just as suddenly Peter was being dropped off at Midtown Highschool of Science and Technology for his first day of school.

"Can I please go with Petey?" Morgan asked with a whine.

Morgan had been begging to go to school with Peter ever since she learned he was going. It had made Peter feel gooey with the amount of love he had for his little sister.

"You're going to your own school," Tony said penitently. "You and Peter can swap notes at the end of the day."

Morgan let out a big sigh that was too big for a five-year-old. "Fine."

Tony and Pepper laughed from the front seat, their grins matching Peter's.

"Have a good day, Peter," Pepper said when their laughter had subsided. "Call us if you need anything okay."

"I will," Peter promised with an eyeroll. They had had this conversation many times over the past week. Peter made a show of it, but he was pleased that Pepper was looking out for him. It made him love her even more.

"Alright, enough sass," Tony said. "Get out."

Peter laughed, giving Morgan had high-five before he pushed open the door and slid out of the car. He shut the door, giving a wave before bounding up the stairs to where he found Ned waiting for him.

The day was like falling into an old routine. There were new people in their classes and around the school and it made Peter feel a little out of step. His old classmates stuck together, sitting with one another in class and at lunch. It was going better then Peter expected. It was easier with Ned and MJ by his side, and he appreciated his best friends so much.

As the day had worn on, Peter had let his guard down. It had all been too easy. He should have known that there would be a trigger somewhere. That trigger was gym class. He and Ned were in the locker room getting changed, talking about a new Lego set they were wanting when a sharp inhale had them both pausing their conversation.

"What happened to your arm?"

It was a new kid in their class who had pointed it out and Peter had frozen. He had forgotten to wrap it in a bandage before coming to school. He had been wearing a jacket all day and this was the first time had taken it off. The injury was easier to forget at home, where he didn't have to hide it, didn't have to lie about how he got it.

The day had been familiar, but this moment was a sharp reminder as to why everything had changed.

"Did you get that from being dusted?" the kid pressed on.

"Nick," another new kid hissed. "You can't ask that."

"Why not?" Nick asked, shooting the other kid a look. "I'm curious! We're never allowed to talk about it."

"Maybe because it was traumatic," Flash snarked back, glaring at Nick.

Peter blinked with surprise.

"Maybe we don't want to talk about it and maybe you should mind your own damn business," Flash continued, his words getting angrier and angrier.

Nick opened his mouth to say something, but the other kid shoved him. He looked at Peter, giving him an apologetic look. "Sorry." Then he was pushing Nick out of the locker room.

Peter swallowed, shoving his jacket back on.

"Are you okay?" Ned asked quietly.

Peter nodded; his mouth pressed into a thin line. He didn't want to lie to his befriend but Ned seemed to understand. He wasn't okay, none of them were and it would be a long time before they were. It was a comfort to know that Peter wasn't alone, and he gave Flash a small smile of thanks and a nod. They weren't okay but they would be.

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