Oh my gosh...this man was always just so happy.... 😭 😊 every time I'm feeling depressed....this is what I look at ^^
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This: is texting
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Peter smiled slightly as another text was sent to him. He tried to hide it behind his hand. He really didn't want his teacher to take his phone.

He replied to the text. A moment later, he got a reply.

Peter had been doing this since the beginning of his first period class, they had started it a few minutes ago.

Momentarily forgetting where he was, Peter grinned and shook his head. He was texting his father. The man was flying towards some big battle, that he wouldn't fully explain to Peter, and he was joking around. He always managed to act so confident and brave, no matter the situation. He probably did it to put Peter and mom at ease, but even then, he always made them smile.

The messages stopped.

Peter just stared at them. He reread them over and over. This would be the only contact he had with his dad until the mission was over, and who knew how long that would be?

He bounced his leg nervously. Waiting was always the worst part. Peter rarely looked away from his phone until his dad or one of his coworkers contacted him. They would get no news about what was happening until after it was over. Or if something else happened. And over meant they had won. Something else was....

Peter shook his head. His dad's team would win. They had too.

Peter stared at his phone for another half an hour, completely ignoring his teacher. It was an A-day*, so the classes were long.

After about another thirty minutes, he got a text.

Peter visibly flinched at the last one. He could imaging some giant missile flying straight towards his dad...

Peter clutched his phone as he waited for his dad to text him again.

"What do you have there Mr. Parker?"

Peter's eyes widened. Crap. He looked up at his teacher and wordlessly put his phone in the man's outstretched hand. His teacher took it and glared at him.

"If this is important enough for you to ignore my class, then you wouldn't mind if I shared with everyone, would you?" Peter knew it wasn't a question. No matter what he said, his teacher would read it out anyways. What a breach of privacy.

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Dad: ugh. I just hate it when I have to fly long distances. Pepper doesn't let me listen to music.

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Peter: that's cause last time, the last few times, you crashed into stuff.

Dad: it only happened 4 times. Your mother is a cruel...cruel person...

Dad: and stop taking her side!

Peter: but if I did that, there would only be one person in the world who could control THE TONY STARK. And we can't have that.

Dad: you're delusional kid.

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"Wait.... didn't Peter's parents die?" Of course it was Flash. The teacher turned to glare at the bully but just continued reading the texts.

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Peter: dad...just be careful. Ok?

Dad: aren't I always?

Peter: ....

Dad: alright, I promise to dodge enemy fire as much as possible and to fly above the fight until absolutely necessary.

Peter: good. I love you Dad. Get home soon.

Dad: I will kid. Do your homework. Love you too.
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The teacher ready the time difference between the firs half and last half of the texts. He wanted to know just how long he had been on his phone.

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Dad: hey bud.

Peter: dad? What's wrong?

Dad: I

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Dad: nothing. Not really...

Peter: dad...what's wrong?

Dad: it's not going to well Pete.

Peter: what's happening?

Dad: Clint's out, I can't find Nat, Cap is being overwhelmed. I can't help him, I'm trying to take down...a few tanks, and Thor is a no-show.

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Crap.
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Peter: crap. That's really bad. What about Bruce?

Dad: we are too close to a town. There are too many of these guys. Hulk would rampage.

Peter: crap crap crap

Dad: Cap says 'language' pete.

Peter: dad, please don't joke. Not right now

Dad: I'm sorry kid...I just don't want you to stress out. This might be nothing.

Peter: yeah....yeah your right. Have you told mom?

Dad: no. Pep would kill me.

(Peter nodded at this even though his dad couldn't see him)

Dad: hold on...CRAP!!

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"That was the last one." Mr. Wells informed the class. Everyone was silent. "Wait....how did he text yelling 'Crap!!' at the end? And....did you call him Tony Stark?" Asked Betty Brant. The class all turned to look at him.

"He's talking, like he's on the phone, and Friday is 'texting it'. And yeah, I called him 'Tony Stark' that's his name." Peter mumbled into his arms. The teacher held up his hand before anyone could question the whole, Tony-Stark-dad-thing.

"There's another one."

"What does it say!?" Peter's head snapped up, his embarrassment momentarily forgotten. The class went quiet and waited for the teacher to read it.

"It says..."

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Dad: kid, Pete, Maria is coming to get you get ready. You'll have to go quick. Be at the back of the school. Got 2 go.

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Peter jumped up so fast, that the teacher dropped his phone. He grabbed snatched it out of mid air left the class before the teacher was even aware he was leaving.

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The class spent the rest of the period watching the news. They were all still in shock at the fact that Peter Parker, Peter Parker, apparently knew and lived with Tony Stark.

At first, Flash and a few other students tried to deny it, but the devastating news coverage confirmed it. Everything happening matched Peter's texts. Just when everyone thought that the Avengers were going to lose, however, Thor showed up. His unexpected arrival gave the team the upper hand they needed to win.

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The next day, Peter didn't show up to school. I'm his place though, was a scary woman named Agent Hill who watched angrily as they all filled out NDA forms about what they learned the day before.

As well, the school had suddenly updated its cellphone policy, namely that teachers would face legal repercussions if they searched through a students personal items without express permission.

For the next week, students reveled in the new ability to get away with so much more without the great of a teacher exposing them through their texts.

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*A-days are just Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's. He just switches between a class or two between A-days and B-days.

So....hi guys

Anyways...until next time ;)

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