This is basically gonna be a million stories where the Babyspider get - you guessed it - exposed. It will contain Irondad, Spiderson and prolly a shitton of field trips. Kind of making it up as I go.
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PART 3
Time skip provided by Larry. Thanks, Larry!
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"This is the gym where the Avengers works out," Martin explained loudly.
"It is not," I corrected quietly. MJ looked amused at me to which I just shrugged.
"It actually is, Mr Parker," Martin corrected me back, making my face white as a sheet. Oh-uh.
"Hey, guys!" Scott greeted cheerfully as we all entered; "Look, guys, it's Pete's class!"
Natasha, Steve and Bucky all looked up.
"Waaauw, I had no idea you'd be here!" Natasha commented.
"Yeah, me either! I've missed you, kid!" Bucky agreed.
"We saw each other two hours ago, Buck," I sighed.
"Really? Well, time moves so slow without you," he claimed with a shrug, making me roll my eyes.
"WHERE IS PETER?" I heard an angry voice yell from behind.
Uh-oh seemed to be my motto that day, I thought to myself, as I slowly stepped backwards.
"W-what's wrong, Loki?" I asked carefully as he reached me, shaking something in front of me.
"How dare you make me read this?!" He hissed, finally holding it still enough for me to see what book it was.
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"I didn't make you, I just said I liked it!" I reminded him.
"Gus DIES! He DIED, Peter!" he yelled loudly.
"Whaaaaaat?! Gus dies?! Damn it, Loki, you spoiled it for me!" I hear Clint cry from the vents.
"Oh god," I cried, hiding my face in my hands.
"Okay, maybe we should cut this part of the tour a little shorter and just move on to Doctor Banner's lab," Martin suggested, gesturing the class out.
"Bye Petey!" Scott yelled happily; "Have fun!"
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"I won't!" I replied loudly.
When we reached Bruce's lab, I was more than just relieved. Bruce was, as expected, normal (considering his teammates), and did nothing but send me a small smile as he spoke about gamma radiation.
"Psst," I heard from behind. I ignored it.
"Psst, Pete," Rhodey continued. I heard Bruce sigh.
"Peter, could you please go with James to shut him up?" he suggested tiredly. I rolled my eyes but nonetheless turned around facing Rhodey and Sam.
"What do you want?" I questioned harshly.
"We missed you," Sam claimed, swinging an arm over my shoulder.
"And we're hungry," Rhodey continued; "We need to order dinner." I rolled my eyes.
"It's not even noon, guys. Couldn't this wait until, I don't know, after the field trip?" I suggested sarcastically.
"Nahh, we're too hungry to wait that long," Sam decided with a grin.
"It's your turn to decide." Rhodey reminded me.
"Yes. I would like pizza, and I would like it to be from Chicago, and I would like for the two of you to personally go get it," I decided, pushing Sam's arm off me.
"You know, it's almost like you want to get rid of us," Sam commented offendedly.
"Not almost, that's exactly what it's like," I informed him; "please leave."
"Gosh, the youth is so rude," Rhodey commented.
"Oi!" Sam replied offendedly.
"You're 40, Sam," Rhodey said with a sigh (IDK ABOUT SAMS AGE BUT ANTHONY IS 40 SO I JUST DECDIDED TI GO WITH THAT)
"You're too old to understand," Sam sighed.
"I'm nine years older than you," Rhodey commented. (AGAIN DONT KNOW RHODEYS AGE BUT TERRENCE IS 49)
"Exactly. You wouldn't get us gen z's, would he?" Sam asked, once again putting an arm over my shoulder.
"Guys? I'm gonna have to ask you to leave," Bruce interfered. I mouthed a quick thank you as they left.
"Byee, don't come baaack," I called after them, making Sam blow me a kiss as the door closed behind him.
