An-Peter and his friends started a band back in high-school, and they have only been doing small gigs, but they are getting their first performance at a stadium. (Nice Flash)(Photo up top of what Peter's wearing) (All songs they play aren't written by me or Peter, but for the sake of the story they are written by Peter)

Setlist/Playlist:

I want to kiss you-The speak school, Melting Vibes-Mellowells, Bleeding-White room, One way or another-Blondie, Everybody talks-Neon Trees, Love me-The 1975, I want you to know-Two door cinema club, Sick boy-The chainsmokers, Pretty waste-BONES UK, My blood-twenty one pilots, What's up danger-Black Caviar+Blackway, Parents-YUNGBLUD, Daddy issues-The chainsmokers, Kids don't wanna go home-Declan mckenna, It's a trip!-Joywave, American Hero- Rainbow kitten surprise, Run boy run-Woolkid, House of memories-Panic! At the disco, Same Love-mackelmore, Do I wanna know-Artctic Monkeys

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Peter was jazzed, they'd finally gotten enough support to do a show in New York, with a real actual stadium. Peter was currently running through the compound, having driven all the way there already. MJ, Ned, Flash and himself were together when they heard the news and had a celebration before going their separate ways. Peter skidded into the common room lounge, scaring the team. He clutched his chest in his hand and leant his hands on his knees.

"Guys! We got the call back from our manager!" Peter panted out, the team sat forward, they knew Peter had been looking forward to this day for years.

"What did they say?!" Tony shouted, Peter held up a finger, catching his breath.

"They said yes! It's in September! We already have our setlist!" Peter shouted, pumping his fisting in the air. Tony shot up and hugged Peter around the middle, almost toppling him over.

"Great job underoos! What songs did you guys choose for the set list?" Tony questioned, lifting Peter up off the ground slightly.

"We choose twenty songs, I want to kiss you, Melting vibes, Bleeding, One way or another, Everybody talks, Love me, Want you to know, Sick boy, Pretty waste, My blood, What's up danger, Parents, Daddy issues, kids don't wanna go home, It's a trip, American Hero, Run boy run, House of memories, Same love and do I wanna know." Peter counted off on his fingers, red creeping up his cheeks. Peter flopped down next to Natasha on the couch, who looked strangely excited.

"You better get practising, you only have three months," Steve said, Peter nodded tiredly.

"We've booked out the studio out for three days a week, and then we practice our parts separately. I'm gonna be hogging the music room for a couple months, or I'll be in my room with the bass up loud." Peter said he was immensely excited. They had been dreaming of this since they were kids, Peter the main singer, writing songs and playing electric guitar, MJ on bass and backup singer, Ned on the piano and back up singer, and Flash on the drums. Peter had been writing songs since elementary school, and now they had a massive fan base who waited for new songs and albums.

"Yo, I can't wait to sing sick boy and same love on stage!" Peter said excitedly, making the team laugh a little.

"Do you guys know what you're wearing?" Natasha said, cocking an eyebrow. Peter smirked.

"I have an idea, we all have to wear something out of our comfort zones and that defies our own gender norms. I think I already know what I'm going to wear, but I might have to get MJ to help me." Peter said.

"You gonna tell us?" Clint said, leaning forward toward Peter. Peter grinned at him.

"It's a surprise."

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Peter was currently backstage, Flash, Ned and MJ had already done their dramatic entrances,  and he was sweating a hell of a lot. The Renegades had been a band that grew faster then anyone expected, and there Peter was listening to the crowd screaming his name. The curtain opened, revealing Peter with his arms raised. He did a curtsy, smiling up innocently at the crowd. He was slightly regretting wearing the dagger pumps, but they completed the look perfectly.

"I'm from the east side of America, Where we choose pride over character, And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is, I live on the west side of America, Where they spin lies into fairy dust, And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is" Peter walked easily around the stage. He looked out at the crowd, raising his arms, and doing a backflip when the beat drop.

"Feed yourself with my life's work, How many likes is my life worth?" Peter sang into the microphone.

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MJ, Ned, Flash and Peter were backstage, Peter was face-down on the couch.

"I can't believe you actually wore the dagger pumps, dude," Flash said, leaning back into his chair.

"Neither can I, honestly," Peter said into the couch cushion. The shoes were no longer on his feet, and were next to the couch, "Remind me to never do a backflip in heels ever again." Peter mumbled, making them laugh.

"You looked, sick dude! Only MJ had seen what you were wearing." Ned said. Peter snorted.

"Yeah, well I didn't know where to get a bright pink suit so I had to ask MJ," Peter said, MJ was currently on her phone and burst into laughter, making Peter raise his head off of the couch. MJ flipped her phone around so the rest could see.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Peter Parker looks lowkey hot in heels." Peter read, his mouth dropped open, "Dude! That's Liz from highschool!" He exclaimed, making the other three laugh.

"Sure is Loser, and it looks like she's a renegades fan," MJ said, making Peter snort. Peter had his face in the couch cushions, so he fell off the couch when he felt someone's hand on his shoulder. He rolled over to find an amused Tony.

"Nice show Underoos. Gotta say though, never thought I'd say that you rock pink. Nice abs by the way." Tony sai,d stealing Peter's seat, who threw him a dirty look, shoving him over.

"Move over, I had those heels on for over an hour," Peter said, flopping back into the couch.

"One hell of a pair of heels," Natasha said, examining the nine-inch heels. Peter waved a hand lazily.

"Peter always has to go overboard," MJ said.

"That he does," Wanda said, she sounded scared as she held the heels.

"You guys were sick! Everything was on point!" Clint said leaning on the doorway.

"Thanks, man," Ned said, twidling his thumbs.

"I'm so paying just so you guys can have another show," Tony said, making the four teenagers laugh, little did they know he was completely serious.