Peter Parker's Adventures

Field Trip and a Black Eye

"Of course. Give me a moment, and I will." She said with a soft smile.

"Thank you." I said.

"Oh ya. Did you ever figure out what was going to be your senior yearbook quote? I remember you freaking out over what it would be." Steve said and I smiled softly.

"I did actually, but I'm not going to tell you, as I know you all are going to like it." I said as Nat took a seat next to me, where I handed her my Spanish Four homework.

"Your no fun." Steve said and I rolled my eyes which caused him to gasp, making the others and I to laugh softly before Steve handed me a plate, with cinnamon roll muffins while Uncle Rhodes sat down my drink. Steve turned around and went back to cooking.

"Mocha Frappuccino like Starbucks but better." Uncle Rhodes whispered and I laughed softly before I thanked them.

"Where's the coffee?" Harley asked as he walked in.

"You don't need that stuff. It'll stunt your growth." Steve said.

"Do you want to live? If so, hand over the coffee pot and you won't get hurt and I won't paint you suit to look like Hello Kitty." Harley said and I snorted at that which caused me to choke on my cinnamon roll. Nat slapped a hand on my back, and cleared my airway, while Harley fixed himself a cup of coffee. 

"Morning, Pen." Harley said as he sat down next to me with his coffee.

"Morning, Harley." I got out.

"Nice hoodie." He said.

"I. I don't get it." Steve said as he looked at my hoodie that said Damb.

"It's a YouTuber thing. He says it a lot."

"He's also a milkbag." Harley muttered.

"What?" Steve asked which made the two of us start laughing.

"What are you two doing to confuse Capsicle?" Dad asked as he walked in.

"It's about my Hoodie." I said once I calmed down. Dad looked, let out a laugh as he shook his head, before he fixed himself his own cup of coffee.

"Looking forward to your field trip, bambina?"

"It's literally to our home and work. What do you think, dad?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, and he rolled his eyes.

"No need for the sass."

"Than how are we supposed to talk to you?" Harley and I both asked much to the amusement to the others.

"Okay, fair enough." Dad said as he lightly shoved Harley's head.

"Alright, everything looks good." Nat said.

"Thanks, Мама Паук." I said as I put my dirty dishes in the dishwasher, then turned around and made sure I had everything.

"Don't piss off anyone, please Harley." Dad said.

"Take all the fun out of it." Harley said as he put his own dishes in the dishwasher, then grabbed his own book bag.

"Welp, let's head on to hell for like an hour?"

"Give or take." I said.

"Why do you two keep calling school hell?" Steve asked.

"Um, because today's High School students have the same anxiety levels as Insane Asylum Mental patients did back in the fifties." I said.

"You can pass everything in one class, then take one test, completely bomb it, and you end up failing the damn class." Harley said.

"They care more about our test scores, rather than our mental health, or if students have jobs after school." I said.