The entire first week of school, Peter struggled with people trying to be his friend because of who his dad was. He had quickly found out when he was younger who to tell the difference simply by the way they approached him. It was always the same questions that followed and even though Peter tended to duck behind MJ or hide behind Ned, somehow the other students always seemed to find him.

"So Peter," Ned said, taking a bit of his sandwich. "I was thinking you could come over this weekend and we could build my new Lego set."

Peter swallowed his own food and gave Ned an apologetic smile.

"I can't," he replied. Ned frowned. "My dad has a press conference in Italy tomorrow so I won't be back to school until Tuesday."

Ned huffed and Peter rolled his eyes. He and Ned had been friends since Peter started school in Pre-K, so he was no longer wowed by Peter's international adventures.

"You could just stay with me for the weekend," Ned suggested, looking at him hopefully.

Peter wished he could, but his mom was making him go for a family bonding experience and because she thought he needed to freshen up on his Italian. However, Ned thought that was a ridiculous excuse.

"My mom doesn't even care if I can't speak English," he said, "In fact, I think she'd prefer if I didn't speak at all."

"Yeah, well my dad thought it'd be important to know my "origin language", so here I am," Peter grumbled.

Ned shrugged and said, "At least buy me something cool."

"Okay," Peter agreed. Maybe he could get Ned one of those crappy souvenirs they sell all over during the Italian Grand Prix. Right as he turned to ask Ned if he'd want one, they were interrupted by Mr. Patrick.

"Mr. Stark, a word?" Mr. Patrick asked, tapping on Peter's shoulder.

Peter frowned and looked up at his homeroom teacher.

"It will only take a moment."

"Um, sure," Peter said. He shared a look with Ned then followed Mr. Patrick out of the cafeteria.

Rather than stop and talk to him just outside the cafeteria, Mr. Patrick continued down the hall. Confused, Peter stared after him. Maybe Mr. Patrick forgot he was there?

"Uh, Mr. Patrick, you wanted to talk?" Peter asked.

Mr. Patrick turned back to face Peter, nodding and waving him forward as he said, "Yes, just follow me, Peter."

"Can it wait until after school?" Peter asked awkwardly, "I kind of want to finish my lunch."

Mr. Patrick looked irritated but nodded and let him go. Peter quietly thanked him then returned to the lunchroom and sat beside Ned.

"What'd Mr. Patrick want?" Ned asked, mouth full of cookie.

Peter shrugged, picking up his sandwich again.

"Not sure," he replied. Ned asked what he meant by that so Peter clarified, "He wanted me to follow him back to homeroom I guess, but I wanted to finish my lunch so he's gonna wait until after school."

"Weird," Ned murmured.

Peter agreed. At least his sandwich hadn't been eaten in his short absence.

* * * * *

Peter had completely forgotten about Mr. Patrick wanting to talk to him after school. When Happy came to pick him up early from classes to drive him to the airport, he hurried out and didn't remember Mr. Patrick until they arrived on the tarmac. He groaned but dismissed the thought when Happy asked what was wrong. Mr. Patrick could wait until Tuesday to talk to him. At this point, he'd have to.

"Toot toot!" Tony exclaimed, pretending to tug on a horn when Peter entered to the jet carrying his backpack. "All aboard the Stark Jet! Next stop, Milan, Italy."

"Hey, Dad," Peter greeted, setting his backpack down and sitting in a seat by the window in front of his dad.

"How was school?" Pepper asked, walking out of the cockpit.

Peter shrugged but Pepper wasn't too concerned. It wasn't surprising that the first week at a new school was difficult for Peter, so she had expected the answer.

"Well, no school in Italy," Tony grinned, pulling Pepper down into the seat beside him. "Only race cars and fun!"

"You have a press conference, boss," Happy reminded, taking a seat across from the small family.

Tony frowned.

"Who invited Mr. Spoils the Fun?" Tony muttered.

Happy rolled his eyes and pulled out a book for the seven-hour flight, reminding them all why he was there. "I'm just here to make sure you don't try and race again."

"That was one time and I was dying," Tony defended as Peter rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone.

While Happy and Tony argued, Peter opened up a book he had bought and downloaded specifically for this flight. When asked if he was reading The Ultimate Italian Review and Practice book Pepper had purchased for him, he nodded and replied (in Italian) that he was. If Tony and Pepper knew he wasn't, they didn't say anything. After all, it wouldn't be their fault if he accidentally misspoke and embarrassed himself.