A/N: Alright so, I wasn't going to update but I think people like this story so I thought "Hey, why not?"
Also Peter is dressing like a Hipster. Idk. Anyways, hope you like chapter 2 :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, these characters belong to Marvel :)
"PETER! Come on, get your ass out of bed, we've got training to do."
"But Aunt 'Tasha"
"Peter,"
"Natasha."
"Peter,"
"Natasha."
"Peter,"
"Natasha."
This went on for another 5 minutes or so, until Peter finally gave up.
"Ugh, fine."
At that, Natasha had a smug look on her face and left the room.
"5 minutes!" She hollered over her shoulder.
Peter looked at his clock; it was 4:30…AM.
"Should've stuck with just being Peter Parker." Peter mumbled.
This past weekend had sucked. Peter thought that this training would be good for him. It was the complete opposite. He had been training with Natasha for two days non-stop. Training had been like hell for Peter. It had been non-stop training from 4:45 to noon (with small breaks in between) then a break for homework (Tony had gotten his stuff from school) then 8 more hours. But today, today was different, he had an 8 hour break. And that break was for school. It's a miracle that he's not home schooled considering what had happened last week.
Peter gathered up his training clothes that was in a ball on the floor and put them on. With eyes only half open he went to the elevator.
"What floor, sir?" Jarvis asked.
"Training room, Jarvis." Peter replied
The doors opened with a usual ping. Right when the doors opened Peter was knocked off his feet.
"Be ready at all times, Peter." Natasha said.
Peter glared at Natasha.
"Hey, it's your fault for wanting to be spider-man."
"Shut up."
Peter came down the elevator and into the main room groaning. He had been worked so hard and now his muscles were hurting. Natasha walked in behind him totally fine. All of the Avengers were at the table eating their breakfast. Well, there wasn't as much eating as there was fighting. Tony had syrup on his face; Clint had pop-tarts in his hair (undoubtedly from Thor), Steve had Nutella on his shirt and waffle bits in his hair, Bruce was just sitting there sighing with a bit of crumbs on him, and Thor had everything from Orange juice to chocolate on him.
"What did you idiots do?" Natasha asked.
"All I did was ask for some syrup and then a full out war started." Bruce explained.
Typical, Peter thought, just another day in the Avengers tower.
"How'd training go?" asked Steve.
"I'm in pain." Peter moaned.
"What happened?" Steve asked with concern in his eyes.
"What do you think happened?" Peter asked. "Natasha happened."
Everyone turned to Natasha, who shrugged.
Changing the topic, Peter asked: "Do I have to go to school? Why can't I just be home schooled?"
"First of all Peter, do we look like teachers to you?" Asked Tony.
"No." Peter replied.
"Then who would teach you?"
"I don't know someone from shield, or Fury, or you could buy a teacher with all that money you have"
"Peter, I'm not going to buy you a teacher." Tony said.
"And, do you really think that Director Fury would teach you?" Steve asked.
"You know his name, but not his story." Peter said deeply.
Clint spit his orange juice all over Thor, getting Thor even more dirty.
"I do not understand that reference." Thor boomed.
Everyone just ignored Thor.
"Back to the topic, no, you can't be home schooled." Tony said.
"But I haven't been outside since the incident." Peter argued.
Peter walked over to the window and peered out side. He saw a bunch of reporters that were standing at the main entrance of the tower, waiting for him to come out. He sighed. Those reporters have been there for the whole weekend. Waiting.
"Peter, you can't just stay inside for the rest of your life. You're going to have to go outside." Steve said.
"But Pops!"
"Peter, don't start with me."
Peter sighed as he went over to his seat and started to nibble on some French toast.
"Hey, Peter, look at me." Steve said.
Peter looked up straight into Steve eyes.
"I know you're nervous, but you couldn't have kept this secret forever." Steve said.
"Yes, I could have."
Steve sighed and said, "Fine, but just try it out. If the attention is getting to you, just call."
"Alright." Peter said as he slowly got up.
"Where you goin'?"Tony asked with a mouth full of food.
"Well, since I'm going to school I have to get dressed, right?"
Tony shrugged.
Peter walked out of the elevator dressed in blue dark wash jeans, a white shirt, a flannel, black vans, and a black Neff beanie with his hair spiked out at the front, his glasses, his backpack slung over his shoulder, and a skateboard in one of his hands.
"Whoa, hipster much!" Clint exclaimed.
"Shut up, Clint. I just wanted to change it up a bit." Peter said.
Clint put his hands up in surrender.
"Hipster?" Was heard from Thor.
"What do you think you're doing with that?" Steve said (with a clean shirt on and crumbs out of his hair) as he pointed to his skateboard.
"Uh…" Peter said, not knowing what the problem was. "I was going to skate with it?" Peter said it as a question.
"No, you're not." Steve said.
"Why not?"
"Because Peter you're not just this normal boy anymore."
Peter sighed. "You're gonna make me quit skating?"
"No. You're just going to take a break from skating."
"Why?"
"The reporters, Peter. They won't leave you alone for a while."
Peter felt a pang of sadness. He loved skate boarding and now he's not allowed to do it anymore? Life was so unfair. He sighed and gave the skateboard to his dad who was holding his hand out.
"Thank you." Steve said.
"Well, how am I supposed to get to school now?" Peter asked.
Steve was about to say something but Peter cut him off. "Oh I know, I could get a car!"
"No, Peter you're sixteen." Steve said.
"I'm old enough to get my L!" Peter argued .
Steve sighed. "Peter, maybe later, but right now I'm driving you to school come on lets go."
Peter gulped. He did NOT want to go to school. His stomach began to get butterflies and his hands began to get sweaty. "Uh… You know what? I think I'm coming down with something."
"Peter…"
"Seriously, Pop…I—I think I'm going to faint."
Peter fake fainted into Clint's arms. Clint, catching on, started screaming, "Peter! Peter? Nooooo! He was so young!"
"Shut up, Barton, he's fine," Steve said. "Come on."
Peter got out of Clint's arms and pouted.
"Sir, you have twenty minutes until school starts. I advise you to go now." Jarvis said.
"Peter! Let's go!"
"Alright, Alright!"
Peter and his dad walked towards the elevator as the avengers shouted good luck to Peter and a "love you" from Tony. Peter waved and got into the elevator with his waiting dad.
"You're going to be fine." Steve said.
"You don't know that though." Peter said.
Steve turned to face Peter, cupped his face in his hands, and looked at him straight in the eyes. "Peter, you are going to be fine. It might be tough at first but soon enough you'll get used to it. I promise."
Steve pulled his son into a hug and Peter took a deep breath. He was happy to have such a good dad. Steve had gone through everything with him. He dropped him off at his first day of high school, he was in the audience giving Peter confidence when he had to present a speech in second grade, he was there when he first rode a bike, and now he is going to do this with him along with Tony and the rest of the avengers.
They had finally reached the garage and Peter headed towards Steve's motorcycle.
"Not today, Peter."
Peter gave his Pops a questioning look.
"We're taking the car today."
Peter shuruged and went after his Dad.
They got into a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro and drove off, avoiding the reporters who were still at the front entrance. Peter looked out the window and saw his face everywhere. Posters, magazines, newspapers, TV's, everywhere! Peter groaned and looked at his dad.
Steve chuckled "Yup, get used to it."
They pulled up to the school with five minutes to spare. Unfortunately, it looked like the reporters beat them to it. Everyone's head swiveled around to look at the car that they were in.
"Why don't I come in with you?" Steve said.
Peter nodded. As they got out of the car everyone gasped and ran forward. There were flashing lights everywhere, blinding Peter. News reporters were shoving microphones into Peter's face and started to ask questions. Steve tried to block Peter but people were still tugging on his shirt and reaching out to him. He could hear his dad yelling at people to back off.
"Pops, I want to go home."
Steve looked down at his son, "Peter, just try it out. Please? It will calm down soon."
Peter nodded and kept his head down blocking his face from the cameras.
It's crazy how I was a loser just four days ago. Peter thought.
Once they got inside the school, Steve left Peter. He hadn't wanted to but Peter insisted. Peter looked around; there was no making out on the lockers or flash beating up younger kids. It was all silent. Peter realized that everyone was looking at him.
"Um…hi." Peter said uncomfortably.
Gwen walked up and grabbed Peter's hand. "You okay?" She asked.
Peter shook his head.
"Come on lets go somewhere private. We still got two minutes 'till first bell." Gwen said.
Peter nodded and Gwen led him into an empty classroom. As he walked he could hear whispering going around when he walked past. They walked in the classroom and Gwen shut the door behind him. She sat on a desk and motioned Peter to come sit with her.
"You're awfully quite today." Gwen said.
Peter chuckled and said, "Yeah, I'm just not used to all this."
"Hey, we'll get through this together, okay?"
Peter nodded. "Thanks Gwen."
Peter leaned down and pecked her on the lips. "I love you, you know that?"
Gwen blushed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "I love you too, Peter."
Peter grinned and kissed her more deeply. He could taste Gwen's vanilla flavored chap stick. He could smell Gwen's perfume. The kiss felt like forever. Peter could just die. He loved Gwen, he really did. He could trust Gwen with anything. She was smart, funny, beautiful, and not afraid to be herself. This just made Peter love her even more.
The first bell rang and Peter broke the kiss and hopped off the desk and helped Gwen off too.
"Hey, wanna come over tonight?" Gwen asked.
"I'd love to but I can't. I'm grounded."
"Of course you are." Gwen smirked.
Peter pulled Gwen into a hug and kissed her on top of her head. They stayed like that for a couple of seconds and then Gwen broke it.
"As much as I'd love to stay here, we have to go." She said as she opened the door.
"See you later." He mumbled.
"Peter, You'll be fine. I know you will."
Peter smiled. "Thanks."
"You will. I promise. Bye."
"Bye."
Peter turned left as she turned right. Peter could feel eyes of the students and teachers on him. As he walked into his class everyone stopped. Peter awkwardly waved and sat down at the back of the room with his head on the desk, he could feel everyone's eyes still on him. The teacher cleared her throat and started to take attendance. She called a couple of names and then,
"P—Parker."
"Here" He said.
The teacher nodded and checked his name. Peter could see her faint blush.
Every class had been the same. Teachers would stumble as they talked to him and students would always take not-so-secret glances at him.
Now it was lunch and Peter headed towards the cafeteria. People were still staring at him. He nodded to some people, who blushed and looked down, he also smiled but people just cut across from his gaze. He sighed and entered the Cafeteria, everyone gasped and stopped eating. Then he saw someone stand up. It was Flash. Flash slowly and shyly walked up to Peter.
"Hey, Parker." Flash said.
"Flash."
Everyone was watching but they were looking at Peter, not Flash, as if expecting him to go all spider-man him.
"Look, I just want to say I'm sorry for beating you up all the time."
Peter scoffed and felt a sudden rage. "Sorry? You're sorry?"
"Yes?"
"No. You're not. If you didn't know I was Spider-man then you would be beating me up right now. You wouldn't care. But now because I'm spider-man it makes everything different?"
"N—no"
"Flash, you punched on Friday. Now two days later you come to me and apologize after years of humiliation and torture. People don't just change, Flash. So, shut up and leave me alone." With that Peter walked past him and went towards the line up to get food.
It was finally the end of the day and Peter walked outside the front doors of the school. Gwen ran up beside him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hey," She said.
"Hey." Peter replied.
Suddenly a bunch of flashing lights went off around them.
"Damn it." Peter mumbled.
Gwen clearly looked uncomfortable.
"Everyone, step away from Spider-man!" said a familiar voice.
Everyone parted and there stood Clint and everyone's, except for Gwen's, jaw dropped to the floor.
"Come on bug boy I haven't got all day." Clint said.
"Spiders are Arachnids!" Peter and Natasha yelled at him.
Clint shrugged. "Whatever, get in the car web head."
"Wanna ride Gwen?"
"No it's okay, I have one."
Peter nodded and mumbled a good bye to Gwen, he kissed her on the cheek, and got in the car. The lights began to flash again as they got in the car and drove away.
"So, how was school?" Natasha asked, "Was it as bad as you thought it would be?"
Peter shrugged. "I don't know. Everyone looked uncomfortable when they were around me."
"It didn't look like Gwen was." Clint said.
"She's my girlfriend, Katniss." Peter said.
"Don't call me Katniss!" Clint whined.
"Hey, I don't whine when you call me web head."
"It's not the same."
"Yes it is." Peter said.
"No it's not!" Clint argued back.
"Boys, boys, you're both very pretty. Now, can you please shut up?" Natasha said in a sweet voice.
Peter stuck his tongue out at Clint and Clint faked a hurt look.
"That's right Sam; we do indeed have an update on Peter Parker or more commonly known as, Spider-man."
Peter groaned as a picture of his face appeared on the screen. He and the rest of the avengers were all on the couch and watching the news.
"Aw, it's not that bad of a picture, Peter." Said Clint.
"It's not the picture I'm worried about!" Peter said.
Clint smirked.
"Mr. Parker did go to school today, with Captain America by his side. What this relationship is between them is unknown. Is Parker part of the Avengers? Or is it something else? We'll have an update on that later, Sam. And does Spider-man have a girlfriend? These pictures were taken of Parker and a girl after his school today."
A picture showed up on the screen of Peter kissing Gwen's cheek.
"Aww!" Coursed the Avengers.
"You guys are adorable." Natasha said.
Peter's cheeks turned a light pink.
"Look, 'Tasha, you made him blush!" Clint announced.
The Avengers laughed while Peter chucked a pillow at Clint's face knocking him off the couch.
"Who is this mystery girl? Back to you Sam.
Peter turned the TV off.
"Ugh, this sucks!" Peter moaned.
The room went silent for a couple of seconds.
"Well, this was fun but Peter and I have some training to do." Natasha said.
"Wait, what?" Peter asked.
"Have fun Petey-boo." Clint said as he blew a kiss to Peter.
In reply Peter stuck up his middle finger to Clint.
"Peter Parker!" Steve said in a loud voice.
Peter rushed out of the room and into the elevator before Steve could say anything more.
