"But Mr. Warren . . ."

"I'm sorry, Peter, but rules are rules. I can not let you go on the field trip tomorrow," the science teacher explained with a look of sympathy.

"But there's only one trip a year, and I have all the grades and more to be able to go, please, isn't there something I can do?" Peter pleaded with his favorite teacher.

"Peter," he sighed, "look, there is nothing more that I want than to let you go on this trip. You are by far one of the most intelligent students to walk into this classroom, but I did not pick the criteria for this trip. It states clearly that only those with a maximum of 3 excused absences should be allowed to go. Peter, you have had 7 excused and 3 unexcused absences this semester, not to mention the 3 times that you have skipped a class in the middle of the day. If it were less maybe it would be another story, but, Peter, as much as I want to, I can not overlook this. I'm sorry, but you can't go." The teacher shut his computer and placed it in his bag. He stood and lead Peter over to the door, "Now, I suggest you get going if you want to miss 5 o'clock traffic."

"Yes, Mr. Warren," Peter said, sighing in defeat, heading toward his locker. He had been so excited when he heard that there was going to be a field trip, only to have it ripped apart when he was handed a rejection letter instead of a permission slip.

Peter rounded the last corner before his locker to see his best friend standing by it with a grin plastered on his face. Ned lit up when he saw him. "Peter!" He shouted down the hall, startling a couple of lingering students.

"What is it, Ned," he mumbled, unable to bring a smile to his face.

Ned didn't seem to notice the gloomy state of his friend. "Peter! Can you believe where we're going! I can't believe it!" he yelled, unable to contain his excitement, "It's going to be so awesome, we're going to have so much fu . . . Wait, you're able to go, right?"

Peter sighed, "No, Ned, I'm not. He said I had too many absences."

"What!?" He gasped in shock, his original excitement disappearing. "Oh, uh . . . I'm not able to go either," he said looking anywhere but Peter. He slightly moved a piece of paper in his hand behind his back.

Peter let out a soft chuckle at his friend's obvious lie. His heart swelled realizing that Ned was fully prepared to give up his field trip to make Peter feel better. "Ned, I can see the permission slip behind your back. Even someone without enhanced senses would notice it."

"Oh," Ned said with a guilty expression, searching for an excuse, "I . . . Um . . ."

"It's okay, Ned," he said looking at his friend, "I'm not going to take this from you. It's my fault that I have missed too many days. You're looking forward to this; It won't hurt my feelings if you go without me."

Relief flashed across Ned's face before it was replaced by uncertainty, "Are you sure? I can stay if you want."

"No Ned, I want you to go. I'll be fine by myself."

Ned opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by an obnoxious voice.

"Yo Penis!" he yelled from his position across the hall, heading towards them. "A little birdy told me that you aren't able to go on the field trip tomorrow!"

Peter rolled his eyes. Of course Flash knew. "What's it to you, Flash?"

Flash hesitated for a second, obviously annoyed that his so-called insult didn't have the effect he was looking for. "It serves you right, Penis, No one would want you on that field trip anyway. I'm so glad I told my mom to make attendance a requirement for the trip, you know, since she's on the PTA and can do that. What does your mom do again? Oh, wait, she left you. Oops, my bad."

Anger flashed through Peters body. How dare he. How. Dare. He. Peter took a blind step in Flash's direction before a hand pushing him back snapped him out of his trance. He looked toward his friend who was shaking his head in warning. Ned was right. Flash's words meant nothing.

"Come on, Ned, let's go. We don't need to be here," he said, turning towards the exit. By doing so, hi missed the flash of anger on Flash's face.

"Yeah, run away Penis, just like . . ."

"Mr. Thompson!" Peter turned around just in time to see a look of horror on Flashes face as Mrs. Smith glared at him from across the hall, pulling her fingers into a come-here motion. Flash gulped at her expression before turning to Peter and giving him his best 'you will pay for this' glare before rushing in Mrs. Smith's direction.

As soon as he started walking away, Peter and Ned continued out the exit. When they were past the door, they both burst out in laughter.

"Did you see the look on his face!" Ned exclaimed through his giggles.

"Yeah! It almost made up for not being able to go on the trip tomorrow!" Peter chuckled before returning to his previous gloomy state. Ned, noticing his change in demeanor, stopped laughing.

"Hey, why don't we go over to my house tonight. I just got a new lego set, and we can put it together while watching star wars. It will be great!

Peter let a grin form on his face. "That sound gre . . ."

"Parker!" a voice cut him off. Peter turned to see that the voice was coming from a very familiar limo.

"Happy?" he exclaimed, shocked to see the bodyguard.

"That's my name kid, don't wear it out." He said before rolling up the window, leaving no room for further discussion.

"Wait! I . . . Uh . . ." he turned to Ned apologetically. He had no idea that Happy was supposed to pick him up today.

"Go!" Ned urged him

"Are you sure? What about our plans?" Peter questioned.

"Dude. Tony Stark needs you! Get your butt in the fancy car! We can play with legos later."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Now go!"

"Alright, I guess I'll see you tommo . . . Uh, later. I'll see you later." He said before slipping into the back seat of the limo.

"Umm, Happy, What are you doing here?" He asked as he latched the buckle of his seat belt.

"Boss told me to come pick you up." Peter opened his mouth to ask another question, but Happy beat him to it. "He's already asked your aunt and shes fine with it. And no, I don't not know why he needs you, but it's not for a mission, that's for sure. Did I answer all of your questions?" Peter silently nodded. "Good." he said and, without another word, he shut the glass between the front and back seats, effectively shutting down all communications between the two.

Peter sighed, but was used to Happy's attitude at this point. Despite his actions, Peter knew that Happy had grown fond of him since Homecoming. Peter slid his backpack off of his lap and onto the carpeted floor in front of him. He unzipped the zipper and pulled his folder out. He had at least an hour until he got to the tower, he might as well get a head start on homework, he thought, slipping his earbuds into his ear. He grabbed a pencil from the front pocket of his backpack and started making his way through the time consuming, but overall easy, calculus homework.

"Were here, kid" Happy told him as he jotted down the answer to the last problem left on the page. Perfect timing. Peter looked up to see the tower looming over his head. He was overjoyed when he learned that Mr. Stark chose not to sell it and instead made it the home office and lab for Stark Industries. Mr. Stark still has a penthouse and many personal labs at the top of the tower, but it is no longer the home of the Avengers, that was at the compound upstate.

"Okay Happy, thank you for bringing me!" he yelled as he jumped out of the car and ran towards the front entrance of the building.

"Whatever kid," he mumbled, rolling up the window of the car and driving off.

Peter rushed through the front lobby, getting a couple of odd looks from a few employees who have never seen him before. He waved at the receptionist who gave a quick smile and wave before returning her attention to whoever was on the other end of the phone. He quickly rushed over to the elevators. As soon as he walked up, a second elevator, next to the ones used by ordinary employees, opened from seemingly nowhere. A couple of employees looked at him in shock, unsure why this kid was using Mr. Starks personal elevator, or how he even got it open in the first place.

"Good evening, Mr. Parker. Sir is waiting for you in his lab. Would you like for me to take you there?" a robotic voice asked as soon as the elevator doors closed.

"Yes, please. Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y."

"No problem, Mr. Parker."

Peter watched as the numbers scrolled past the top of the elevator as he got closer to the top of the tower. Soon, the number reached 85 and the doors opened with a ping.

"Peter!" the muffled voice of his mentor called from the other end of the room. He looked over to see him with his arm shoved down some machine, struggling to reach something. "Come on; I haven't all day. Get your science on and get over here before I lose interest."

He didn't need to be told twice and, with that, Peter rushed over and allowed himself to be engulfed into the world of science with his mentor. It was hours before F.R.I.D.A.Y kindly reminded them that it was time for dinner, and they decided to order pizza. Twenty minutes later Peter was stationed at the table across from his mentor with two large boxes of pizza in front of him.

Tony watched as the boy in front of him shoved pizza into his mouth. Something was off.

"So, what is it?" he asked leaning forwards towards the boy.

"What?" Peter asked in complete confusion.

"I asked you what's wrong? You looked like a moping puppy the entire time we were in the lab," he explained.

"Oh," Peter said in realization. He tried but failed to think of an excuse. "Um, it's nothing," he replied, looking anywhere but Tony.

Tony laughed. "Nothing my ass! Come on kid; something is bothering you. Now I'll ask again, what's wrong?"

"Um, don't worry about it, it's stupid, okay."

Tony chuckled. "Undoubtedly so, but that doesn't make me any less interested."

"Oh. Um, well." Peter paused to try and find the best way to tell his mentor what's wrong, without making himself look whiny and pathetic. "My class is having a field trip tomorrow and my teacher said that I wasn't allowed to go because I don't have perfect attendance. This is the only field trip the district will take us on this year, and they won't let me go." Peter looked down, all of the anger and sadness he had felt about the situation was all pouring out at once and he couldn't stop it. He didn't notice that Tony had stood up until he had pulled him into his embrace.

"That sucks," Tony said awkwardly while hugging the teen. Peter slightly chuckled and nodded his head, holding on a bit tighter. Tony looked down at him, trying to find a way to make everything better. Thinking of something that might work he pulled away, "how about you go sit down on the couch, and I'll be in there in a couple of minutes with two spoons and a fresh tub of ice cream. How does that sound?"

A small smile appeared on Peter's face as he nodded and turned to go into the living room.

Tony quickly grabbed the spoons and ice cream before following after him. He entered the room and quickly took his spot next to Peter, handing him a spoon.

"Star Wars?" Tony asked. When the boy nodded, he yelled for F.R.I.D.A.Y. to turn it on. As the opening scan started to play, he turned to he kid. "So," he asked thoughtfully, "how long is the trip tomorrow supposed to last?"

"I'm not sure. Probably all day, at least that's how long last year's lasted," he said sorrowfully. That meant that tomorrow, given that most of his class would be gone the entire day, he would have to sit in the principal's office all day doing nothing.

"How about this, what if, since you won't be doing anything tomorrow, you stayed here. You could do actual intern stuff. You could hang out with me all day." he proposed.

Peter turned towards his mentor and gasped in shock, "Really!? That, that would be amazing Mr. Stark! Thank you!"

"Ugg, kid, I thought we got over the "Mr. Stark" phase," he grumbled, grabbing the ice cream to take a large bite.

"It thinks we both know that I'm never going to get over this phase, Mr. Stark," Peter responded, taking the ice cream back from Tony, who just looked hat him with his eyebrows raised.

"Oh really."

"Yeah," Peter said with a chuckle taking another bite.

"So, where is this field trip to, anyway?" Tony asked.

"I'm not sure, actually." Peter said thoughtfully, "But our field trips are always scientific and awesome."

"Wasn't your last field trip to Oscorp?"

"Yeah! It was so cool! They had . . ."

"Kid," Tony interrupted, "If you finish that sentence I'm disowning you."

"Mr. Stark, you have to admit . . ."

"Nope!"

"But . . ."

"uh uh!"

"Come on!"

"No way!"

"What about . . ."

"Disown I say!"

Peter laughed. "Whatever you say. . ."

"I do say!"

Peter let out another chuckle before scoping out some more ice cream and turning back to the movie. After a couple of minutes, another thought came to mind. "What about Aunt May?"

Tony turned back to peter. "Oh, don't worry about her. I'm sure she'll say yes. She loves me!"

Peter laughed, "I believe you need to reevaluate the way you used the term 'love' in that last sentence." Peter thought back to the amount of yelling that Aunt May directed toward tony when she first found out that he was Spider-Man.

"Hey," Tony said waving his finger at Peter, "that may be completely true, but that doesn't mean you can say it. Besides I'm sure I can talk your aunt into letting you skip one useless day of school for a very useful day at Casa de la Tony."

"Sure you can" he chuckled, then looked back at Tony, "Thank you."

"No problem, squirt" they both laughed, and Tony turned his attention back to the TV screen. "Now hush, I'm trying to watch a movie."

Peter laughed but didn't say anything as he turned his attention back to the TV.

About an hour later Tony heard the sound of snores and looked down to see a sleeping teen, with an ice cream spoon in his mouth.

Tony pulled out his phone and snapped a quick picture before dialing a number. "May? Hey, it's Tony. I have a favor to ask."