Guess what...another field trip au! Such a surprise I know. I am obsessed with these a little too much

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Peter's POV:

Why the history department is hosting a field trip to Stark Towers I will never know. Perhaps it is to do with the walking history book living down the hall from me.

Anyway I find myself in the car with Uncle Happy holding a slip of paper for my guardian to sign. My family will make my life a living hell if they find out about it, even though Dad probably already knows because he owns the bloody building. 

Oh. My. God. He did this! He has been acting sus all week and this is why! I swear to god I am going to-

"Kid you okay you have gone uncharacteristically quiet." Happy's voice pipes up from the front seat.

"Oh yeah yeah I'm good. Just thinking." Plotting my dad's death but you know details.

"Okay...well we are here so anytime you want to get out the car." I chuckle slightly and gather my stuff. We head into the tower and take the private elevator to the penthouse. Happy gets of the floor below, heading to his room I assume. Great, leaves me a little more time to plan the unfortunate demise of one Tony Stark.

'Peter your heart rate has elevated dramatically. Are you in need of assistance.'

"All good Fri, thanks for asking." That AI is too pure I swear.

The elevator slides open and I see Dad sitting at the island, coffee in hand and completely unaware of my presence. Good. I silently press up against the wall and crawl up onto the ceiling. I shoot two webs and yank my father up so he is dangling.

"What the ever loving fuck Peter!" Dad yells, flailing his legs like a mad man.

"That's what you get for approving a field trip for my class." I say completely calm, but internally dying of laughter at his face. Dad stops and looks at me quizzically.

"I didn't approve that what on earth are you talking about?" I hold up the slip and he reads it, still very confused. At that moment Uncle Clint and Aunt Natasha waltz in and burst out laughing.

"I told you his reaction would be priceless." Clint says through laughs. Natasha is smirking wickedly and in that moment I knew I had fucked up.

"Oops sorry Dad it looks like I webbed the wrong person." Before they could react Nat and Clint were on the ceiling next to Dad, still in fits of laughter. Dad however looked pissed.

"Did you really hack into my company just to prank my kid?" Clint nodded proudly and received a kick in the shins from both dangling adults. I walk away shaking my head. I hear the protests and turn my head ever so slightly.

"They will dissolve in two hours. You deserve this." I shout and run to my room, laughing at the string of Russian curses.

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I probably should have let Dad down because he has no intention of cancelling the trip. Damn you Uncle Clint, why did I ever start that prank war? Ned is bouncing on the bus seat next to me, every five minutes babbling about how excited he is to meet the avengers. I roll my eyes every time because he has met them all before. He is my best friend, how could he not meet them.

The occasional ball of paper is thrown at me by Flash, like I give a flying fuck. But it seems to bring him a shred of joy so I make no attempt to stop him. I'm that nice.

"Dude relax you will be fine." Ned says with an elbow to the ribs.

"Really? My entire family will be there waiting to embarrass me Ned." I moan turning up my music to block out the endless real of positivity coming from my best friend. Am I not allowed to be miserable? About five minutes later I am shaken so hard I almost fall of my seat. I look up to see that Ned and I are the only ones left on the bus.

"Come on Peter!" Ned shouts, dragging me off the ground and practically throwing me of the bus. Everyone is in such a daze they barely even notice us join the group. 

"Remember class you must be on your best behaviour in here. Now this is a short tour, then we will be having an interview with Captain America for our course. Everyone follow me and we will meet up with the tour guide." The students follow our teacher like ducklings. I don't see what the big deal is, its just a building. Then again I have lived here since I was four so I guess this is all normal to me now.

We reach the tour guide, who I know pretty well. She used to work in the labs with me and the other interns. Her name is Georgia and she is really nice.

"Hiya everyone, my name is Georgia and I am your tour guide today. If you would like to step up and grab your badge, which you will need to wear throughout your time here. They will deactivate once you leave the building so you can keep them as souvenirs." 

A crowd formed around the basket. When I was the last one left, Georgia looked at me sympathetically before saying. "Mr Stark has requested you don't use a badge, you are already in the system and you know he hates to waste materials."

Wow Dad is starting the embarrassment early, I was not prepared. My classmates look at me like I'm from another planet. Play it cool Parker, play it cool.

"Oh okay." Well that seemed to work. My classmates turned around and headed through the security gate as if they hadn't heard a thing. Thank you short attention spans.

Friday greeted everyone in a cold robotic voice. That is, everyone except Ned and I. 

"Leeds, Ned. Level six. Welcome back Ned!" She said in a slightly more human voice that made Ned smile.

"Stark, Peter. Welcome home Peter, would you like me to inform Boss of your arrival." Shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT.

"Um no thank you Friday." People are whispering oh god this is a nightmare. I told Dad to change my name in the system. He had one job!

"What the shit Penis, did that robot just call you Peter Stark?" Flash pushed me and I ended on the ground. On instinct I took his legs out and got on top of him. As I did so, Code Yellow alarms went of - signifying avenger in danger. 

Why does this have to happen today? In a matter of minutes my family is in the lobby dragging Flash of me. Whilst I was distracted he managed to flip us over and started to punch me repeatedly in the face. I have honestly never met anyone as thick as this kid. Who punches someone who has a famous dad know for oh I don't know BEING IRON MAN? 

"what the hell do you think you are doing?" Oh god Flash is dead. We are all about to witness a murder.

"I...I- I." If I wasn't just beaten senseless I would be laughing my ass of at Flash's face. Dad is beyond furious, as are the other avengers. Thor is trying his best not to summon a lightening bolt on the kid, which I wouldn't be against if I'm being honest. 

"If you ever touch my kid again I will not hesitate to kill you." Dad's tone was low and threatening. Everyone around us watched with gaping mouths, not daring to mutter a word.

Flash, being the idiot he is, grabbed some of his confidence and stared my dad in the eyes. "He deserved it." Oh shit. Flash. Is. Dead.

"I warned you kid." I could see Dad's armour flying down from the penthouse. I really don't want him to go to jail for bloody murder so I do the only thing I can think of. Web Flash to the wall and stand in front of him.

"I know he is a dick but please don't murder him. That's a lot of paperwork." 

"You're...you're Spiderman." Flash whimpers from behind me. I let out a frustrated sigh and whip around.

"Yes I am, so if me being a Stark isn't enough to stop your pathetic behaviour maybe this is. I could take you down in less than one blow, so you better believe I am going to fight back from now on. If I catch you beating anyone, and I mean anyone, I will be there. Get out." I point to the door after breaking the webs. I hear the teacher protest, so I whip around I start to yell at them, already way past my breaking point to stop. 

"I own half this building and I have a say of who can be here or not. Even if I didn't, my dad will not hesitate to kick him out either. So either I do it, or he does." She looks between me and my Dad and sees the same furious expression. Thankfully she doesn't protest anymore and Flash is escorted out the building.

Its only now I realise some of my classmates were filming the entire thing. Most likely it was already all over the news. To be honest I am past caring. I turn to my dad and give him a half-hearted smile.

"Never let Clint near a computer again, okay."

"Hey don't blame me!"

The end.

I really like this one, it turned out better than I thought it would.