Hello there! I want to warn you before you start, that this is my first fic, and I am my own editor, so not everything's going to be perfect. But, if there is a major flaw in the story or timeline, feel free to comment and let me know, so I can fix it! Also be wary of the fact that I freaking love Peter Parker and I freaking love Iron-dad and Spider-son so we'll probably get some of that in the near future. Also: this story does not have a specific timeline, but I assume it would be either in between Homecoming and IW, or AFTER IW and A4. Idk, you choose. Aaaand, one last thing: I am 100% sure that this fic will have spoilers for Captain America: Civil War, Spider-Man Homecoming, and Avengers: Infinity War. If you haven't already seen those then what are you doing here. Go watch them. Now. Any-hoo, now I'm rambling, so I hope you enjoy!

-Allison

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Sony and Marvel.

Chapter 1

(Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.)

(Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.)

Oh, for the love of God, Peter thought. There was a shuffle, a groan, and then a very tired, very grumpy, Peter Parker rose from his bed.

Why the hell did May make me put the alarm all the way over there? Jesus.

Peter stumbled across his room, eyes still closed, blindly reaching out to stop the incessant beeping. He had been out until 1 am last night, patrolling. He didn't realise how late it was until Mr. Stark had paged him, telling him to get his ass to bed.

After a good full minute of blind lunging, Peter opened his eyes and slammed his palm on the snooze button. Then, he saw the time.

"SHIT!" he yelled, reading the clock's time.

It's past seven o'clock. How did I oversleep?! And today of all days! May's gonna kill me when she gets home.

Peter rushed around the room, throwing on clothes at random. He knew full well that he'd missed the city bus, which meant he needed to get a taxi. Which meant he needed money. Money he didn't have much of.

Dammit, he thought bitterly. But he couldn't worry about that now, he had a presentation in first period. That period started in 15 minutes. He was also going to the Avengers facility later, with Mr. Stark. Today was not a good day to be late.

Peter flew through the apartment, grabbing his binder and keys on the way out. He raced down the stairs three at a time, not really refraining from using his incredible speed. Once he reached the street, Peter realised that it was, in fact, pouring rain. A detail he seemed to not have picked up very quickly.

As Peter attempted to hail a taxi, his spidey senses suddenly went into overdrive. He almost fell to his knees in pain. A headache that was definitely not there 0.2 seconds ago was now pounding in his brain.

"Really? Now?!" Peter grumbled. He'd been having a lot of this lately, pounding headaches that clawed at his brain, heartburn that made him feel as if he was going to implode. Mr. Stark said it probably had to do with Peter's spidey senses simply being overwhelmed. He did live in New York, after all. Peter struggled to his feet, hoping the pain would soon recede. His arm still waved limply at the passing taxis, hoping one would notice him.

Quicker than he expected, a cab pulled up beside him, and Peter clambered in gratefully. After telling the driver where to go, Peter dug around in his bag, searching desperately for the Advil he knew was in there somewhere. After two minutes of no recovered pain meds, Peter realised.

He'd left them on the damn counter. Right where May had left them. Just. For. Him.

Peter let out a string of quiet but wildly creative curses, and then slumped over in his seat. One thing was for sure; this was gonna be one shitty day.

000

Peter's cab pulled up to Midtown Tech right as the clock struck 7: 45. Peter tossed some bills, thanked the driver, and flew up the steps. He didn't even bother stopping at his locker, he needed to get to class. He also noticed his headache had unfortunately not budged, and he still felt like shit.

THE PRESENTATION. THIS THING IS WORTH 20% OF MY ENGLISH GRADE.

Peter thought frantically, turning a corner at top speed.

His top speed may have been a tad too fast.

Without warning, without words, Peter slammed face first into something. Or rather, someone.

He closed his eyes. Peter didn't need them to know exactly who he had run into, and what was coming.

"Oh, Penis Parker finally decided to show?" Flash Thompson's voice taunted.

Peter eased his eyes open. Flash, along with two of his cronies, or friends, (or whatever the hell those kids were to him) were lurking in the hall, blocking Peter's path.

"HEY! Look at me when I talk to you, Penis!"

Peter's attention snapped back to Flash, but not before Flash punched him in the gut. Pete knew it was coming, he always did, but he let it happen anyway. He let out a sharp breath.

"Wallet." Flash demanded.

Peter sighed, and pulled it out.

"Guess someone's just not having lunch today," Flash spat, pulling out a few one dollar bills.

"Or tomorrow, or the day after that-"

"Overmorrow." Peter mumbled.

"What? What did you just say to me?"

"Overmorrow, it's the day after tomorrow and-" Peter was cut off when Flash punched him, yet again.

"Don't be a smartass, Penis," he hissed, and began to walk away. After a moment though, Flash seemed to rethink this, as he came back and slapped Peter right across the cheek. Peter could already feel the mark it left, and he hoped it would be gone before he saw May that evening.

"You should really start getting to class on time." Flash finished, and then took off down the hallway. Peter stood alone for a minute, head still pounding, half debating going after Flash, because Peter was Spider-Man, dammit, and he wanted to give Flash a taste of his own medicine. He certainly could if he wanted to. But as he had told Mr. Stark all those months ago;

"Sure, I'd love to play football, but I couldn't then, so I shouldn't now."

Peter knew how true those words were, so he stuck to them. He slowly gathered his belongings, dreading going to class. For one, he was hella late, and Ned was probably worrying his ass off. Not to mention that Peter still had a very important presentation to do, only now he had to do it with a Flash's-hand-shaped mark on his face. Yaaaay.

000

Six hours, thirteen minutes and forty-three seconds later, Peter hopped down the school's front steps. Despite his whole stolen-money-and slapped face shibang, Peter was in a relatively good mood. His presentation had gone well, and his headache was (thank the heavens) gone. He did, however, fret that the handprint on his face was still super visible, though it was faint when Peter had last checked. Hopefully, if Happy didn't notice anything, neither would Mr. Stark.

Peter could practically feel his face light up when Happy's car rolled up to the steps. Peter hopped into the car, with the usual "Hi Happy!"

"Hey kid." Happy responded. He glanced at Peter through the rear-view mirror as he drove away. "You good?"

Peter, was, admittedly, not expecting this question.

"What? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, real fine...why?"

"Well, you do have a big ass handprint on your cheek."

Peter sighed. "Is it really that obvious?"

"Not really," Happy reassured him, "I'm just trained to pick up on stuff like that."

"It really wasn't that big of a deal, it doesn't hurt and it's healing, and I just go with it because no one can know I'm Spider-Man and I just can't let-"

"Kid, kid!" Happy shushed. "It's fine. Here." He handed back a small jar of God-knows-what.

Peter took it and unscrewed the lid. Inside was a strange pink gel, kind of like vaseline.

"What is this?"

"Some sorta anti-redness cream. Boss gave it to me so if I ever needed to go undercover but hide bruises and stuff, I could." Happy replied.

"Huh," Peter said. This, he noticed, was definitely the most words Happy had ever said to him at one time. "Alright."

Peter dipped his fingers into the gel and rubbed it on his cheek, hoping sincerely that it would work. He stood up a little straighter, as to see his reflection in the mirror.

"Holy shit! It actually worked! Nice!" Peter laughed. "Can we, uh, maybe just keep this between the two of us? I really don't need Mr. Stark knowing that I let myself get beat up. He'd probably go full-on-dad-mode."

At this, Happy chuckled. "Sure thing, kid. But I gotta ask, do you always let the bully go?"

Peter groaned. "I wish I didn't have to, but when I'm Peter Parker, yes. Spider-Man, not so much. Maybe one day… Maybe one day they'll realize they've been picking on the wrong nerd."

Peter laughed quietly.

"Not any time soon, though. In like, thirty years. They'll see on the news;

Spider-Man's identity confirmed, 46 year old Peter Parker! And then they'll think: 'Holy shit, I bullied Spider-Man in high school!"

This time, both Happy and Peter laughed.

Ugh, I'm so sorry for that abrupt ending. I suck.

Anyways, TELL ME. Was it good, was it bad? What would you change? I'd love some constructive criticism, or any feedback, actually, so let me know! I'll have the next chapter up within the next few days, I still need to find a good posting routine. Until next time, read on!

-Allison