Author's notes: Hey guys! So this is the second part of the upload. I am trying to make another one, please bear with me. If it isn't on like the end of today, its going to be on tomorrow. I hope you enjoy. Thank you for all of your guyses (is that a word?) support. :)


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Monday started off fairly normally for Peter Parker. Eating breakfast with the Avengers and Pepper, who just happened to be at home for the week, getting in the car with Happy and driving to school. See, normal? It was when he stepped out of the car that the craziness started. Paparazzi and press were crowing in front of the school and when they saw Peter, let's just say that they got, impossibly louder. He ducked into the school building where he drew stares and whispers directed at him. Shuffling through the halls, he happened to collide with someone. Ned. He was reminded that he hadn't talked to his friends since Friday, which was not something he should have done, since Ned was a very protective person. He probably would have been combusting or something.

Getting up and offering his best friend a hand, he smiled at him and his awed look softly.

"Hey Ned," he said. More whispers broke out in the crowd, most about how Peter tolerated Ned.

"Dude! How are you man? I mean that must have been nerve-wracking! MJ is absent today, so you won't see her around. I thought I'd be alone!"

Same old Ned. He gestured to an empty classroom, silently asking them to talk there. They step in, ignoring the strange looks, silence engulfing them. And then Ned lets out a string of questions which are far from comprehensible.

"Dude! What happened, you went MIA for like two days after!"

"It's pretty normal for somebody to hold a press conference and disappear for a few days Ned. I just needed some time I guess. Finally beat Nat in hand-to-hand so that felt pretty cool too, man."

Ned just stood there gaping like a fish.

"How… What… When… You know what, don't tell me that, show it to me one day will you?" he asked hopefully. Peter chuckled before nodding his head in conformation. He gestured to the door as the bell rang and their eyes widened as they realized they would be late for homeroom. Rushing to their lockers, they grabbed their books before practically running to Ms. Warren's homeroom class.

"Ned Leeds," Ms. Warren called out. He raised his hand mumbling a quick 'present' before the teacher continued onward.

"Peter Par- um- Stark," she fumbled.

"It's still Peter Parker Miss Warren," he piped up, as she looked up to eye him before slipping him a tight smile and moving on.

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"Yo Parker!" a shrill voice rang behind him and Ned.

"I heard that you're Spidey, wanna show us some tricks?" he taunted, a knowing smirk on his face. A crowd had been gathering and Peter's face was beet red.

"Nothing, huh? How did you get on TV? How much did you pay them, Parker? Oh I forgot! You can't, I mean you have like no money, since you Aunt May and all that stupidity and with that you have no brain either," he snickered.

So that was the day that Peter Parker snapped. He spun around, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"First of all, Thompson," he spat the name out venomously, "I have never bragged about the Stark Internship, you did it all for me. The only reason people know about that is because you always brought it up, I didn't ask you to! Secondly, I don't think you can say that I don't have brain considering that you are an alternate for Decathlon team and got kicked out of the robotics club because you blew up a robot. Go ahead insult my brain, yours isn't any better though."

With that, he grabbed a very shocked Ned by the arm, passed a gob-smacked Flash and waved to the several phone cameras pointed in his direction. As they exited the hallways and walked out of the school, Ned finally spoke up.

"That was badass, man," he exclaimed. Peter shrugged, his adrenaline high slowly fading.

"What have I done?" he asked himself, Ned, looked over as he continued walking towards the gate, a confused expression on his face, "that's going to be all over the news by tomorrow!"

Ned seemed to realize his friend's revelation and looked at him with sympathy.

"I feel sorry for you, man. I gotta get going though, see you tomorrow," he said.

"Yeah, bye," Peter responded, a frown on his face. What was he going to do? The paparazzi had cleared out leaving him at the front of the school gates, waiting for Happy. A black Audi pulled up in front of him, the window of the driver's seat rolling down, Happy stuck his head out, smiling apologetically.

"Hey kid, sorry I'm late, your Dad just got back from a meeting, and I had to drop him home for work before I came here," he apologized. Waving his hand at Happy as an 'apology accepted', he stepped into the car and tossed his bag to side, looking at his lap. He could vaguely feel Happy peering at him curiously before turning around and calling someone. He however didn't pull up the screen between the passengers and drivers side, which helped Peter, knowing that there was somebody was there and that he wasn't alone. Sleep greeted him with open arms and he drifted off, not wanting nor having the energy to fight it.

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Too soon, he was being shaken out of his sleepy, disgruntled and disoriented stupor as Happy lightly shook his shoulder.

"Come on, kids, Tony's waiting for you."

Yawning he nodded at the man.

"Thanks Hap," he tried for a smile, but Happy winced at his voice.

"You good, your voice sounds like a dead cat," he said. He shook his head at the horrible analogy before stepping out of the car and into Avengers Tower. Only very briefly glancing back at Happy, who was looking at him curiously.

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He was greeted by a concerned Tony Stark.

"Hey Pete, how was school?"

"It was fine Dad," he answered curtly.

"Are you sure?" Tony pressed onwards.

"Yes it was fine!" he exclaimed exasperated.

"Well, that doesn't explain your mood, nor does explain the video I saw online or the call I got from Happy," his reprimanded him.

"It was fine. Just weird and I got into a fight, happy? He was insulting me and indirectly doing the same to you and Aunt May! So I finally fought back. No I didn't physically fight, I just said some things that I'm about to regret tomorrow," he said softly.

"Oh Peter," he said before embracing the boy, "I'm going to sue his parents for all they've got."

"Don't do that. I'll deal with it, if it gets out of hand, I'll make sure to tell someone, alright? Right away. I promise, Dad," he pleaded.

And Tony smile for what seemed like the hundreth time in the day. (Something which he was not used to for your information.)

"Sure, kiddo."

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