I Work Here

Part 1

Just a heads up, I do not own Marvel, or their characters. Also, if the Russian is incorrect, I used Google Translate, so super sorry about that.

Peter turned over and groaned. His abdomen burned painfully—he had had a rough night on patrol as Spider-man, and had returned to the Avengers' Compound with a bullet wound earlier that morning, although he couldn't remember that.

The windows were covered with blackout curtains, casting the room into darkness. Peter had no clue where his phone was, and the wall clock was invisible in the darkness. "Hey FRIDAY, what time is it?" he asked the AI.

"It is 9:17 in the morning."

"Shit!"

He rolled out of bed, the pain in his abdomen flaring. Trying to ignore it, Peter ripped open the curtains, flooding the room with light and temporarily blinding himself. He grabbed a pair of jeans from the ground, and pulled on a sweatshirt he found draped over the chair at his desk.

Bursting out of his room, Peter ran down the hallway towards the lobby. "Happy!" Peter shouted when he saw Mr. Stark's head of security walking towards him. "Happy, I need you to drive me to school...please"

Happy glance down at Peter as he struggled to catch his breath, clutching his abdomen. "First of all, Peter, no running. You had a blood transfusion last night."

Peter looked up, surprised. "Wait, what?"

"Second of all, Tony already called your aunt and the school," Happy said, ignoring him. "You got shot, lost a lot of blood, and underwent blood transfusion. There was no way in hell we were letting you go to school."

"But I have enhanced healing!"

"I don't believe your bullet wound has completely closed up yet." Happy gestured at Peter's hands, jammed against the wound in his stomach.

"I can't miss school, though. We have a field trip today!" Peter quickly dropped his hands to his sides, and prayed Happy wouldn't notice him cringing in pain.

"To the Avenger's Compound! Here!" Happy said exasperation. "Why do you want to go anyways? You pretty much live here half the time,"

"I wanted to view it as a civilian," Peter said bluntly.

Rolling his eyes, Happy said "Yeah, bullshit. Go eat breakfast before I strangle you. And don't you dare do anything to irritate your wound!"

Peter sighed, and walked back the other way, towards the kitchen, pretending his abdomen didn't hurt nearly as bad as it did.

In the kitchen, Mr. Rogers flipped pancakes on the stove as both Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barnes consumed large stacks of pancakes at the table. In the corner, Natasha was perched on a bean bag, reading a book.

"Morning, ребенок паук" Nat said, her eyes remaining fixed on her page. "How's that bullet wound coming along?"

"Wonderfully," Peter replied sarcastically. "Do you guys know where Mr. Stark is?"

"He's in his lab," Mr. Rogers said, handing Peter a stack of pancakes. "Eat up, Queens."

"Thanks, Mr. Rogers, sir" Peter said, taking the plate.

"It's just Steve, kid."

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Steve,"

Mr. Rogers sighed, and turned back to the griddle.

"You still on for sparring practice today?" Natasha asked.

"Yes, мама паук" he answered, leaving the kitchen.

Peter ate his pancakes as he walked towards the labs, and turned into Lab 1, Mr. Stark's personal lab. He found Mr. Stark pulling apart an old computer, sorting through the components, while AC/DC blared from the speakers. Stepping into the lab, Peter fought the urge to cover his ears, and awkwardly cleared his throat.

Mr. Stark looked up, and immediately lowered the music when he saw Peter standing in the doorway. "Hey, Pete. I fixed your phone," he said, tossing Peter his phone.

Snatching it from the air, Peter murmured a thanks, and checked his notifications: nine missed calls from Aunt May, and two from Ned. He texted Aunt May, assuring her that he was safe, and would be staying at the compound until Sunday night. Peter then texted Ned, telling him that he was sick, so he wouldn't be at school.

Peter stuffed his phone in his pocket, and turned his attention to Mr. Stark. "Why didn't you wake me up this morning? I have school!"

Sighing, Mr. Stark paused from his work, and turned towards Peter. "Look, Pete. Happy carried you into the compound at three in the morning, unconscious with a piece of lead in your abdomen." Mr. Stark said. "Also, I wasn't going to stop the blood transfusion just so you could go to school."

"But I have enhanced healing, I would've been fine!"

"And are you healed?"

"No," Peter said sheepishly.

"You couldn't get past Happy, don't think you can get anywhere with me," Mr. Stark said, satisfied. "Hey, the roomba and Bluetooth speaker you asked for came in," gesturing at two boxes on Peter's work table.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark!" Peter said, and began tearing open the boxes. When he removed them from their boxes, he pulled up the blueprints on both, and began prying open the vacuum.

"Uh, kid. What do you plan to do with those?" Mr. Stark asked Peter.

"Oh, I'm making DJ Roomba," Peter replied casually. "He's my only friend."

Mr. Stark rolled his eyes, unwilling to ask Peter what he meant. He turned the music back up, trying not to make it too loud for Peter. After about half an hour, FRIDAY announced "Midtown School of Science and Technology's Academic Decathlon has arrived for their ten o'clock tour."

Peter looked up from his work, then turned to Mr. Stark. "Will they be passing by this lab?"

"Yep," Mr. Stark said casually, as he tried to connect a modern processor and motherboard to the computer's old case.

"Shit!" Peter yelled. "They're going to see me!"

"Pete, why do you care if they see you" Mr. Stark said, rolling his eyes. "You teenagers are always too self-conscious."

"Mr. Stark, I'm supposed to be sick!" Peter exclaimed.

"Don't worry, I'm Tony Stark. I'll just talk to your teacher and it'll be fine." Peter tried to leave, but Mr. Stark stopped him. "Don't you want to prove that kid, what's his name? Dash?"

"Flash," Peter muttered.

"Ah, yes, Flash! Don't you want to prove him wrong?"

"Not particularly,"

"Nope, we are going to rub it into his stupid face that you actually work here, and know me personally," Mr. Stark said.

Peter sat back down at his worktable, then turned back to Mr. Stark. "How do you know about Flash?"

"Kid, I know everything," he said, smiling smugly.

"You butt-head," Peter said under his breath, suspecting the watch that Mr. Stark had given him.

Chuckling to himself, Mr. Stark returned to his table as well, and resumed trying to merge the old computer with new tech.

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Peter's abdomen began to throb painfully. He lifted his shirt, and saw blood leaking out of the bandages. "Dammit," he muttered to himself.

When he got up, Mr. Stark looked at him questioningly. Peter pointed to his stomach, and Mr. Stark nodded, giving him a thumbs up.

As Peter turned to exit, Mr. Stark called after him "Hey, remember you need to check with Dr. Cho about the transfusion!"

"Thanks, Mr. Stark!" Peter yelled over his shoulder, and left the laboratory.

This is my first story, so this is pretty cool, I guess. Thank you all so much for reading!!!! You guys brighten my day so much because you're all so supportive, even though I literally suck at writing. Thank you!!!!