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Peters POV
“I have an announcement!” Mr. Harrington shouted to the Academic Decathlon team. The room quieted down and looked towards their teacher. Much to my pleasure, the room was now silent. Due to my enhanced senses, the regular noise of a classroom sounded like I was right next to a plane, tsunami siren, and a construction site and they were making it as loud as possible. All the people talking almost made me go into a sensory overload. Luckily, my friends Ned and MJ had noticed and quickly gotten out my noise cancelling headphones, specially designed by my dad, a.k.a Tony Stark. Yes, THE Tony Stark is my dad. Not biologically though. I was adopted by him about two and a half years ago after Aunt May died from a heart attack. It was still sad to think of her, but now I only think of the good times I had with her instead of the bad.
“Since we won the state championship,” Mr. Harrington’s voice cut through my thoughts. Even with my headphones, which you can’t see, I could still hear everything perfectly, except now at a normal level.
“We are going on a field trip tomorrow!” He exclaimed.
The classroom was filled with the cheers of fifteen excited teenagers. The last time they had taken a field trip, they’d ended up in an elevator and had to be saved by Spider Man, who is technically me. I had to sneak away from my team in order to save them.
“Where are we going?” Cindy asked once the room had quieted down again.
“Great question Cindy!” Mr. Harrington paused. “We are going to Stark Industries!”
The whole room erupted like a volcano. The shouting, cheering, and sounds of disbelief were so loud, I thought they would break a window or something.
Mr. Harrington tried to get the class quiet again, and failing
“WILL YOU GUYS SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO MR. HARRINGTION!” MJ suddenly exclaimed, glaring at everyone in the room. Not wanting to anger MJ further, they quickly shut up.
“Ah, yes,” Mr. Harrington cleared his throat, “Thank you, MJ. As I was saying, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and we mustn't waste it. I have the permission slips here and I expect them back by Thursday or you’re not going on the trip. I want no funny business on this trip.” Mr. Harrington looked at me when he said that. I sighed, leaning back a little in my chair. Nobody believed I had an Internship there. Well, technically, It’s a little different from most internships. I started as a personal intern to my dad, before he adopted me. Soon after, I met Harley, and both of us are now training to be the heirs to Stark Industries. I smile thinking of Harley. I'll get to see him when he comes to pick me up today! He and dad alternate in between picking me up.
I don’t necessarily need to be in high school, with an IQ of 275 and with three PhDs each in Engineering, Biology, and Physics, plus a doctorate degree in the medical field. I chose to be in high school, even though Harley hates being in our lab all alone most of the day, or attending boring meetings that I should probably be attending to as well, I’m better at the meeting stuff that Harley because I find it easy to get people to agree to my point of view and coming to compromises with people who don’t.
“Peter, Please meet me after class.” Mr. Harrington's voice interrupted my thought once again. Confused as to why he’d ask me to see him after class, I went up once everyone had left the classroom.
“Peter,” Mr. Harrington started, “I’ve heard about a certain rumor that you have an internship at Stark Industries. I know sometimes teenagers lie to get attention from their peers but that is a very serious one. Seeing as I don’t want to ruin our school's reputation or get kicked out of Stark Industries, you are not allowed to talk about your “internship” on the trip. I’m very disappointed in you Peter. I wish you had never told this lie. If I hear you even mention this lie you are off the trip.” He ended his little speech and I just stood there with a dumbfounded expression on my face. I knew a lot of the students didn’t believe me but I never thought the teachers would not believe me either. I’d even brought in official paperwork stating that I was dads (though it said Mr. Stark’s) personal intern to excuse all my absences. I wanted to argue with the teacher but the reasonable part of my brain told me not to.
“I understand.” I said, and walked out of the classroom.
“Hey Puny Parker!” Flash shouted at me as I waited for Harley to come.
“Hey, Flash.” I said, keeping my head down and walking more quickly towards the curb. Even though I can beat the crap out of him now, I couldn’t before I became Spiderman. It would be suspicious if I could suddenly beat up the biggest bully in the school.
“You ready to get exposed, Parker? You could never have an internship at SI you pathetic, stupid, poor, orphan who nobody loves.” Punching me to punctuate every word he said. That hurt. Not punches, He developed a very high pain tolerance when he was bitten by that spider, The words. He knew it wasn’t true, but it hurt to hear it come out of someone's mouth.
Flash left soon after that. Luckily, my family knew to pick me up after everyone had left, so as to not draw attention. I bet they wouldn’t mind getting the attention, but I do, so they respect that. As the black, obviously expensive car pulled up, I ran towards it. Before I opened the door, I looked around to see if anyone had seen me or the car.I saw no one so I quickly opened the passenger door and climbed in. Harley was in the driver's seat, smirking at me.
“Hey darlin’,” he said in his southern accent, “how was school?”
“Fine.” I mumbled, ducking my head so I was looking at the seat, blushing a little. Of course Harley noticed and chuckled.
“Y’know, you’re blushin’ Peter.” he said, again in that annoyingly hot accent. He pulled me over and gave me a hug.
“You know exactly why I’m blushing.” I said, the words a little muffled as I buried my head in his chest. Harley laughed again and put his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. I tilt my head up and he kisses me on the lips this time. Harley pulled away after about twenty seconds.
“We need to get home, the old man wants you in the lab and is not going to be happy if we’re late.” I groan, and put my seatbelt on as Harley drives toward the tower.
Harley's POV
I saw everything that kid did. He beat up my boyfriend! He didn’t know I saw it but I did, and I was pissed but hid it as I pulled up and Peter ran up to my(his) car. I wasn’t allowed to take my car because it was “to attention speaking" to put it in Peter's words. When he climbed into the car, I smirked at him.
“Hey darlin’, how was school?” I said in my southern accent because I know it makes him blush. I was not disappointed. His face turned a light red as he heard my accent and he ducked his head to look at the seat.
“Fine," he replied. I frowned, knowing this was a lie, but I didn’t say anything about it. Instead, I laughed at the blush now rising farther up his face.
“Y’know, you’re blushin’ Peter.” I said, making my little spider blush even harder. He was so adorable. I pulled him over to my side of the car to give him a hug.
“You know exactly why I’m blushing.” he said as he buried his head in my chest. I laughed again and kissed the top of his head, hoping to get a reaction. Again, he did not disappoint. Peter tilted his head up to mine so I could kiss him properly. I connected my lips to his and kissed him for about twenty seconds until I remembered that Old Man had asked me to bring Peter home quickly because he had some work in the lab to do. I pulled away reluctantly.
“We need to get home, the old man wants you in the lab and is not going to be happy if we’re late.” Peter groaned and I laughed in my head as I drove me and Peter to the tower.
“What’s wrong?” I asked Peter as we rode up the elevator. He’d been silent the whole ride here and it was kinda concerning, since he was always talking.
“What do you mean? I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” though he avoided meeting my eyes as he said it. I frowned.
“Darlin’, you know you are a terrible liar.” I said as I internally sighed in exasperation. I grabbed the smaller boy's chin to turn his face to mine and made him meet my eyes.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” I said in a soft voice as I cradled his face in my hands, leaning down so we were at eye level. He nodded, his warm brown eyes widening at the closeness of my face to his. Staring into his eyes, I slowly leaned in and pressed my lips to his. Peter closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss. I deepened the kiss, trying to show him that he could trust me without actually saying it. All my attention focused on Peter, I didn’t hear the elevator door open until I heard Tony speak.
“Hey kid, how was your da- WHY ARE YOU GUYS ALWAYS KISSING IN PUBLIC!!???” yelling as he finally spotted us. Me and Peter broke apart, blushing profusely.
“Hey dad, how are you?” Peter said again, trying to avoid talking about the scene his dad had just seen. Tin Can paused for a second, as if trying to decide if he wanted to avoid the topic or scold us for kissing in a place where unsuspecting people could walk in. Finally, he said,
“Good, how was your day at school.”
“Fine.” Peter said curtly, “Harley said you wanted me in the lab, what are you doing up here.”
“FRIDAY warned me that you were coming up so I came to meet you. I wanted to tell you about a new idea I had for your suit.”
“Cool! Can you tell me later? Me and Harley are going down to our lab.” Peter said, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the elevator. Tony gave us a look and then moved out of the way so we could get out.
“Ok. But please, if you’re going to kiss at all, lock the door. I hate that I keep walking in on you two.”
“Yes sir!” I said, doing the salute thing with my hand while Peter was blushing again.
“Come on.” he mumbled, and pulled me towards our lab.