-Peter Parker's POV-

3:30 PM. It was a normal Friday afternoon. Or at least, I thought it would be. Well, my Aunt May had gone figure skating, so I had basically nothing to do. Suddenly, a ring from my phone interrupted my boring thoughts, causing me to jump. I gasped when I saw who it was from. 

Tony Stark.

Basically my dad.

The Text Replay:

Peter
Hey Dad! 🙂🙃

Dad
Hey kid!
So I was thinking . . . Thor invited everyone to a party and I was hoping you could come? Well, it's not really an adult party, just contests on who can lift the Mjolnir, blah blah blah. So anyways, kid, will you come? 🥺💖 *insert Tony puppy eyes*

Peter
Wow. Just wow. 😂
Yeah of course I'll come!
Besides, I'm bored anyway; nothing to do heh. 🤟
Location?

Dad
Great! Thanks kid, it'll be much more fun with you. 
*insert location* at 4:00 PM.

Peter
Done! Bye Dad! 😁

Dad
Bye kid!

Replay End

Wow. I had been invited to a party full of Avengers. I HAD BEEN INVITED TO A PARTY FULL OF AVENGERS. THE AVENGERS! I'll get to meet Captain America, shake his hand, oh and Bruce Banner . . . My thoughts kept on going until I glanced at my watch. Great. Lost track of time exploring my comics and now? I had fifteen minutes to get ready and drive a mile. 

My hands swiftly grabbed a leather jacket, gray shirt, and black jeans. Man, I certainly looked like Tony Stark's son! Now I just had to act the part. I combed my hair into a neat hairdo and groaned when it fell back into my natural brown curls. Whatever. I whipped out my phone and glimpsed my clock. Ten minutes left. 

I raced down the stairs and my eyes widened when I spotted a sleek black Audi waiting outside my doorstep. Uh . . . was that there before? Did Aunt May own a probably-costing-a-fortune black Audi? No, she did not.

Oh.

OH.

OH!

Dad probably sent it! I jumped inside and grinned at the man driving. "Hey! Peter Parker Stark here."

The man grumbled something that sounded a lot like, "My name is Happy." Well, he certainly didn't act his name. Eh, who cares? That's none of my business. I respectfully nodded my head and rested my chin in the tiny space next to the window. I saw green, gray, and white. It was a beautiful world indeed.

Happy opened the door when we arrived at a mansion. Tony Stark's mansion. It was magnificent. I politely tried to offer my thanks, but Happy just rolled his eyes and raced away, leaving me to cough in all the smoke. I'm pretty sure he's screaming mentally, "EAT MY DUST!" And I did. I think I ate a lot.

Anyways, I walked up the stairs, admiring the beauty of the mansion. Wow. Must be nice to be so rich. Then again, you couldn't even touch someone without being asked a bajillion questions as to why and when and what and blah blah blah. Yeesh! Media needs to maintain distance. 

ANYWAYS, I stifled a laugh when I saw tiny Ant Man trying to climb the stairs. I delicately picked him up and carried him with me to the party. Tony Stark was there all right, and he was sitting with one leg over the other.

Tony had said it wasn't an adult party, but clearly, the only thing he meant was no fighting. That was it. Everything else; the drinks, the drunk smiles, everything was adult-y. I ducked when someone tried to punch me, and I accidentally catapulted Ant-Man into a glass of wine. Ant-Man jumped out and grew big, a glare adorning his face.

I 'eep'ed and giggled a bit when he started laughing. My smiley lips curved into a nervous frown when the Steve Rogers held his hand out. Steve smiled and I took his hand, internally screaming.

I gulped, "Hello, Mr. Rogers."

"Just Steve is fine" came the smiley reply. I nodded and breathed out a sigh of relief when I glimpsed Tony sitting. I sat down next to Dad and the familiar twinkle in my eyes came back. 

"Hey, Dad," I greeted. "You said this wasn't an adult party."

"Well, this part isn't." He waved to the other half of the room. "That part is." 

I shrugged. Fair enough. "Anyways, Dad, may I go get juice?" Tony laughed and slapped my back, causing me to wince at the sudden contact. 

"Of course, kid, you don't need to ask." He twirled the wine in his hands. I shook my head and replaced the wine with orange juice. 

"Dad, if you get drunk, just think about all the media questions." I gave him a calm smile. "I don't want you to be in trouble." The Avengers flashed Tony a smile, which caused him to sigh and drink the juice. 

"Thanks kid," he pointed to the grape juice. "There's your juice."

I politely excused myself to go grab the absolutely delicious grape juice. I drank it up and dropped the plastic glass in the trash can. I wiped my lips and suddenly, something dropped on my left hand. 

"OW!" I grimaced when I spotted the Mjolnir on my hand. I picked it up and moved it to the other side, wincing at the mark on my hands. When I turned around, everyone's wide eyes were staring at me. Great. I wanted to be sucked into a portal and just be teleported back to Aunt May's! 

"H-how did you pick up the Mjolnir?" Tony's mouth fell open.

"I just did it," I said sheepishly. Now I felt horrible. Maybe the Mjolnir was sacred and no one other than the Mighty Thor could pick it up? Greattt . . . I messed up at my first party at Tony Stark's. COME ON!

I tried to avoid everyone's shocked expressions and especially Thor's; who was a mix of shock and anger. WHAT THE SHIT DID I DO?! I could already imagine the headlines: "PETER PARKER STARK IS KILLED (Correction, MURDERED) BY THOR ODINSON."

"Wait, I'm sorry," I tried to say. 

"YOU PICKED UP THE MJOLNIR!" Tony exclaimed, excitement and joy written all over his face. he tackled me to the ground, engulfing me in a great big bear hug. "I'M SO PROUD OF YOU, KID!"

Uh.

UH.

So yeah, that day did not go as expected, but since when does Peter Parker Stark's life ever go as planned?

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