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Notes:

As the summary said, I am a sucker for this trope and just really wanted to put my own two cents in. I just really wanted to see how I would write this concept and thought it might be fun to post because why. I am also apparently not creative enough to come up with my own story or concept, so I wound up doing something that has already been done 100 times already.

I have never read the comics and have no idea if teachers have ever been named and what kind of classmate's (besides the obvious) comic-book Peter had. And so, all names I use for those characters are made up.

Hopefully someone will enjoy this and thank you for checking this fanfiction out.

Chapter One – Losers Lies

Posted September 3, 2018 … Revised November 22, 2018

An inconspicuous black car began to pull up to the curb a block away from Midtown School of Science and Technology.

With it being the beginning of a new school week, the students that walked by along the sidewalk were more sluggish in their pace than normal. Rather than pay attention to an average looking car on the road, they were more focused on not stumbling due to their grogginess.

Those same students continued to pay no attention to the vehicle as it finally came to a stop and Peter Parker was all too thankful for that.

Once the foot-way was briefly cleared, Peter hurriedly grabbed his backpack and opened the rear door of the car. He shuffled out, tossed out a quick, "Thanks Happy," to the man in the driver's seat, and firmly closed the door before hopping up the curb and joining the mass of students.

Peter eventually slung his backpack over a shoulder and even jogged a few steps ahead, hoping to put a bit more distance between him and the car.

It may have been a very simple thing to be worried about, but Peter was always embarrassed at the thought of someone spotting him getting out of the back of the vehicle. Teenagers usually sat up front where it made them feel older, yet Peter still sat in the back. He was technically being chauffeured around so it made sense for the young adult to be there, but he always felt uncomfortable being pampered in such a way.

Then again it was Happy Hogan that tended to drop him off and pick him up.

The older man was far from being Peter's personal chauffeur, and thus did not treat him like some pampered brat, but Tony Stark always insisted that Happy be the one to help Peter commute to school. The young hero was not completely sure why Mr. Stark always insisted, but Peter made sure that he regularly thanked both men whenever he was being taken back and forth between the Avengers Tower and his school.

Peter was at least thankful that Happy did not take him every day – he only drove Peter back and forth at Tony's insisting. If Peter happened to be going to and from home, then Peter gladly took the bus or subway.

And as usual, Happy's impeccable driving had Peter arriving to school on time with a few minutes to spare before the first bell rang.

Arriving at the front gate, Peter stepped onto the school grounds with a sigh of relief at beating the bell. When he eventually made his way in and reached his locker, the teen was met by his best friend Edward "Ned" Leeds.

They greeted each other with one of their many nerd handshakes and easily ignored a few snickers from some girls nearby.

Peter finally opened his locker and began picking out which textbooks he would be needing for the day.

"'Sup Peter. How was your weekend?" Ned asked at he leaned against the wall of lockers.

"Same old. Though I did learn a new trick from the web," Peter said with a cheesy grin as he tossed a look to the other teen.

Ned gave his own grin in return and even let out a soft snicker.

The two of them loved to talk about Peter and his secret identity but knowing that they were in a building full of teenagers who loved nothing more than to eavesdrop on anything within earshot, the two friends had been quick to start talking in code.

It was not much a 'secret' code, but it still worked. Whenever they fell into such conversations, they always talked about the internet or the 'web' as they called it even if saying such a term was outdated. It was a play on words and the two nerds loved using it even though Aunt May and Mr. Stark had both rolled their eyes the day they each learned about the phrase.

"Really?" Ned asked with an excited tone, "You'll have to show me later."

"Of course I will. Promise."

With that, Peter stuffed the last book into this backpack, slammed his locker shut, and the two headed for their first class just as the warning bell rang.

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Due to his senior status and because he was a student at one of the more technological schools in the New York area, Peter had a bit of a different schedule than other high schoolers.

With Midtown having a more scientific focus to their studies, Peter and his fellow seniors were able to have a full class schedule dedicated to their field of study for the whole year. Granted, it only took up the second half of each school day, but it was quite the jump start to begin learning their field of study.

In Peter's and Ned's case, they had a class that was three hours long that was dedicated to anything and everything about engineering.

The class was a decent size with fifteen students enrolled in total. It was by no means a large class, but neither was it small. It was however, a class where everyone knew each other for better or worse. Most knew each other fairly well, if not on a first name basis at least, and all were friendly with each other for the most part.

That way, when the students had to present their projects or pair up during assignments, no one was a stranger to each other.

The two friends had been looking forward to their senior year just so that they could finally take this three-hour course but had been disappointed to learn that a fellow student by the name of Eugene "Flash" Thompson was in the class as well.

Flash had mellowed out slightly in all the years that Peter had unfortunately known him, but at his core, Flash was still an arrogant and selfish individual who believed himself to always be the smartest and greatest person in the room.

When Peter and Ned arrived to the class after lunch, they were greeted by Flash at the door.

"Well look who it is," he said as he folded his arms and leaned against the doorway.

"Flash," Peter mumbled a greeting, trying to get past the other. Flash shot an arm out to prevent Peter from entering the classroom.

"Watch your tone there, Penis. I could misinterpret how you said my name just then, you know. I might have to do something about that to make sure you don't get an attitude with me." Peter secretly rolled his eyes at those words but knew better than to say anything to antagonize the other anymore than he already was.

Ned stepped in then, "C'mon Flash, move will ya? We just want to get to our seats before Mr. Johnson gets here."

"What was that Dead? You should shut your trap or else I just might have to lump you in with your pal here."

That was a nickname that Flash had dubbed Ned with: Ned the Dead. It was by no means creative nor funny but neither Ned nor Peter were bothered by the name for that very reason.

Ned was just about to give a retort but was stopped by a weathered hand resting on his shoulder. He, Peter, and Flash all looked to see Mr. Johnson standing behind Ned.

Mr. Johnson was an older man that had white hair with the classic receding hairline. He was on the tall and thin side, with a chin hidden by a wispy beard. He was considered a fair teacher by most who was both friendly with his students and strict with them if need be.

"What seems to be going on here, gentlemen?" He asked the three of them with a curious look on his face though his bushy eyebrows were lowered in suspicion.

"Nothing sir," Flash said as he quickly put his arm down that had been blocking the entrance to the classroom. "Just joking around."

Peter kept quiet while Ned shook his head as he looked away. Mr. Johnson looked at all three of them with another expression on his face before he directed Ned towards the door with the hand that was still on the teens shoulder. He looked towards Peter and Flash then, corralling all three of them into the classroom. "Well then why don't you three grace us with your presence in the classroom so that I can get started teaching, hm?"

All three gave a sheepish nod as they fell into their seats. A few classmates spared them a glance or two before everyone finally looked to the front of the room at the sound of Mr. Johnson dumping a stack of papers on his desk. Most knew the history between the three of them, so it was not surprising to see a few curious eyes taking a peek at them even after their teacher formally began class.

"Good afternoon class," the older man said.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Johnson," everyone said in varying degrees of volume.

"First things first, I've got an announcement to make."

Students answered back with groans and moans. Whenever a teacher said those words, it usually meant that they were going to assign a project or something that included a presentation.

Mr. Johnson's famous glare silenced the class right away. "As I was saying, I have an announcement. But don't worry you young pupils, it is not something to torture your souls with. Instead, it is about this year's fieldtrip which will be in a few weeks. I believe that is something that would capture your interest?"

Those words brought a few murmurs throughout the rows of students as they turned to one another, wondering where they might be going. Ned and Peter traded a grin at the thought of where their senior fieldtrip might take them.

Another stare and loud cough from their teacher had the class quieting down once more.

"Well, apparently the school pulled a few strings, and it looks like we will be taking a tour of Stark Industries this year."

The eager atmosphere in the room seemed to explode with excitement and anticipation about what they might see at the building in a few weeks' time. Talking soon filled the room and Mr. Johnson's attempts at gaining their attention was lost as the young eighteen-year-olds were too lost in their thoughts. A fond smile fell on his face though as he saw how excited his students were at the news.

Ned, holding his own excited grin, tuned to Peter. His smile shifted slightly at the state of his best friend.

Peter was slumped over his seat with his forehead cupped in a palm. His other hand was occupied with the desk as a finger repeatedly tapped the surface, giving away how anxious he was. That was when Ned remembered what is was exactly what his best friend did that would involve Stark Industries.

"Hey Peter, you alright?" Ned whispered.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I mean, I guess I'm alright."

"You guess?"

"Well, it's just weird. I mean, I'm going to be taking a field trip to a place that I go to at least three times a month. And that's not if I am on the web."

"Yeah, I get it. But you've never gotten to see everything right? Try think of it that way. If we get to take a formal tour of the place, maybe you'll get to do and see things that he probably doesn't think to show you."

Peter lifted his head at those words. His eyebrows shifted around in consideration until a smile finally grew on his face. "Dude, you're right! At least maybe I can do something that I haven't done there before." Another thought came to Peter however and the smile slipped from his face again. "But what about everyone there? What if we run into them or they crash the party and do something embarrassing?"

Ned gave a weak shrug at that, having no answer. There was a pause in their talking though as they made sure that the room was still buzzing with conversation before they continued speaking. No one had been listening to them speak and the both were thankful for that at least.

"What about if you just don't tell everyone that you'll be there for a school thing?"

"Huh, that might work."

"Worth a shot, right?"

"Right." Peter gave a nod to end their discussion and right then, Mr. Johnson was finally able to gain everyone's attention to finally start the class for the day.

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The three hour class seemed to pass in a breeze and with the last few minutes before the final bell for the day was to ring, Mr. Johnson handed the permission slips out to every student, with the obvious reminder that if the slip was not signed by a parent or a guardian, they would not be able to attend the tour.

"Don't forget that they need to be signed. And I would prefer for them to be handed in no later than next Friday. Don't wait until the last minute, you hear? We need to be able to know who will and will not be going ahead of time," Mr. Johnson said those last words on the matter and with that, the end of the school day arrived, and the final bell let the students start to filter out of the building.

Peter and Ned found themselves walking back to their lockers to store their books for the day.

"This is exciting, huh Peter?"

"I guess so," Peter said with a shrug, "if you, ya know, aren't there almost every other week."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But can't you at least be excited for me?" Ned asked with a crooked smile on his face as he filled his locker.

Peter smiled back. "Of course, I am. It's just now I'm probably going to be overthinking this trip and be worried nonstop."

"Why would you be worried? Dude, you should be freaking happy! Now you can prove to Flash that you really are an intern there. Plus, I thought I just told you in class that you don't need to be telling everyone at the tower what's going on."

"I agree with not telling them, Ned, but I'm still not technically an intern. I just do stuff on the web with them," Peter reminded the other.

His eye grew large at the realization, "Oh, right."

Peter gave a small laugh and a shake of his head at the antics of best friend. The two of them then closed their lockers and made their way to the front of the school.

Once outside, the friends spotted Flash leaning against the front step railings. He spotted them as well and gave a leer and mocking wave.

"Hey there, Penis. Thought I might get the chance to see you before my ride got here," Flash said as he tried to look casual, leaning against the rough brick rails.

"What happened to your car, finally crash it?" Ned asked.

"Ha, ha. Real funny there, Dead. Real funny. It had to get a check up if you must know. Just waiting for my butler to come and get me."

Peter and Ned rolled their eyes simultaneously and even if Flash noticed the look, he said nothing as the apparent car he had been waiting for arrived. Instead of heading to the car right away, Flash turned back to the friends to say his piece.

"Anyways, Parker, I thought it would be fun for you to realize that with us taking this fieldtrip, I get to out you for being a liar about being an intern to Tony Stark."

"Flash, I never said I was an intern to Mr. Stark. I just said that I was an intern at Stark Industries. There's a difference."

"Whatever. I know what you were really trying to say when you first told us that lie. Either way, we'll get to see the truth in three weeks. Later!" With that, Flash jumped from the wall he had leaned against and headed for the car. He slipped inside the front passenger door, causing Peter to chuckle lightly at the comparison of what Peter had went through just this morning. The smile faded however, at the realization of Flash's words.

As much as he would never say it out loud, Flash was right.

Once they were at Stark Tower for the tour, Flash might try everything to get the 'lie' to come out. There was a whole bunch of things that would go wrong with this field trip that would affect Peter for better or worse.

He gave a sigh at those thoughts as well as seeing the black car that he had begun to easily recognize. Looks like Mr. Stark wanted him at the tower for the evening.

"Looks like I just got a ride too," Peter said as he turned to Ned, "Sorry about that. I promise to come to your house tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah, I get it. Have fun being all hero-y. But you better keep that promise Pete or else I'll get May to make me cookies and you will get nothing!"

Laughing at those words but knowing they were one hundred percent true, Peter shuffled his backpack higher up his shoulder as he walked down the school's front steps and entered the back door that Happy held open for him. He still did not like having a door be opened for him – he could easily do that himself. Peter was however, happy to note that he and Ned had been one of the last students to leave the school, meaning that there were not a lot of people around to see Peter get into a mysterious car like he had.

As they began making their way towards the tower, Peter remembered to take out his phone to text May the change of plans. He had forgotten one time and had gotten an earful for a good hour when he finally made it home that day.

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Peter spent that evening as Spider-man, helping Iron Man and Black Widow do a small stunt somewhere in Eastern Canada. It was nothing big, but Peter had been all to happy to be included in it as a fellow hero.

When they finally got back to the tower, it was so late that it was nearing early morning. Before he planned to head home, Peter decided to ask Tony about the fieldtrip and see if he had known about it ahead of time.

"Oh, that? Of course I did, kid," Tony said with a casual tone as he settled onto one of the many couches in the towers main living room. He rested an arm across the back and patted it in invitation for Peter to join him.

"Mr. Stark! Why would you do that to me," Peter whined as he flopped down nearby. "My poor teenage self-esteem is going to be ruined because of this trip. I know you – if you're there, you're going to try and embarrass me any at any chance you get."

"First of all, spider-boy, I can't believe I still have to remind you to call me Tony even after two years." Peter halfheartedly said he wasn't spider-boy but Tony ignored him and continued, "And second, I do not embarrass you!"

"Oh, yes you do Mr. – I mean Tony. Not a lot, I can admit, but I know that if I show up here as some regular kid on a school tour looking fascinated by all your fancy technology, that you'll try your hardest to tease me. I mean, it's either that or you're just going to walk right up to me in the middle of trip and saying something to out me as an intern here which, by the way, we both know is just a front."

"Wait, what?" Tony interrupted as he gave a faint frown in what Peter assumed was confusion.

"Uh, what?" Peter asked in reply, not knowing what the other was specifically referring to.

"That last thing you just said, Peter. You're not my intern?"

"Well last time I checked, no I wasn't. Not technically at least. I mean, I'm not trying to bring this up now so that I can be one, I was just talking about how that was a lie we came up with so that I could go with you to Germany. It's the alibi we've used ever since then, ya know."

"Oh. I guess you're right on that one. Huh, well maybe we should fix that," Tony said with a satisfied and confident smile on his face as he relaxed once more into the couch.

"Wait, really?"

"Well why the hell not? You do the work that the other interns do. You probably do it better too and you do hero stuff on top of it! If anyone deserves the position, it's you, Peter."

"Really, Mr. Stark? I mean, that would be totally awesome if you did that. But I don't want to be one of those people that tried to nag you about something and you just do it to shut them up and not really mean it and-"

"Okay there pipsqueak," Tony interrupted the rambling as he put a hand on Peter's shoulder to calm him down. "There you go again, calling me 'Mr. Stark'. And what are you talking about, Pete? You are one of the most kind and earnest kids I know. You have a good head on your shoulders and giving you the actual job as my intern won't really change anything anyways. It's not like I'm going to make you work with other people. You're stuck with me, kid."

The smile that Peter gave Tony at those words was blinding.

Though they were far and in-between, Peter occasionally tried to hug Tony in appreciation for what the teen would consider a big deal.

Finally having an internship at Stark Industries was one of those big deals.

Peter did not see it, being shorter than the older man and thus tucked underneath Tony's chin, but the genius gave an open smile of his own. Letting his head rest atop Peter's, he happily reciprocated the embrace that the younger hero started.

"And don't you worry about doing all that boring paperwork." Tony said after he was released from the hug.

"You mean the internship papers that I should fill out?"

"Yeah. I'll get it handled. We both don't want to waste precious hours filling out all that garbage when we can actually be doing stuff that would be defined as internship work."

Peter gave a excited giggle at that, "Did you just call your own internship program garbage?"

"First of all, yes I did but second, I was only talking about the paperwork you little punk. I know you know what I meant! Eh, you should start heading out of here kid. Don't want you loosing anymore sleep than you already have tonight. Going all the way to Canada and back all in one night is exhausting for anyone but you're a teenager who should be getting at least eight or nine hours of sleep a night."

"You really think I get that much sleep on my own? I doubt you did when you were my age."

"Yeah but I'm an adult now so that means you have to listen to my words of wisdom. And I say go to sleep!"

A yawn seemed to escape Peter then, as though knowing it could be known now. "Yeah, okay, fine. Say hey to Pepper for me, will ya?" He got up from the couch and headed to the elevator where his backpack was sitting.

"Sure thing, kid."

Tony got up to follow the teen as Peter got in the elevator to head back down to the employee parking lot.

"Should I get Happy to take you back?"

"Nah, I got this. I like to take the subway sometimes."

Tony gave a hesitant nod before he finally bid the spider-ling goodnight and the elevator doors closed.

When Peter eventually got home around 1:30 in the morning, he found his aunt with crossed arms and frown.

She gave him an earful as said her piece about how she was not pleased to see her nephew come home so late on a school night. Once she vented her anger however, May still made sure to greet him with a kiss on the cheek and warm hug as usual.

He eventually told her the good news and May gave a grin and gave her nephew another hug with a surprising amount of strength.

With greater strength on his side, Peter easily lifted his aunt to spin her in a small circle before putting her down. An eager grin overtook his youthful face at her reaction to the news.

"I am so happy for you Peter. Becoming an intern for S.I. was something that you had always dreamt about. I know back then, when Mr. Stark first came here it was a lie for my sake, but now knowing that you got the real deal is priceless. I can only hope that this will open a lot of doors for you into so many different careers and opportunities."

"Thanks Aunt May. You have no idea how much it means for me to hear you say stuff like that."

"Oh, Peter," she said as she cupped his cheek in her hand, "I love you like my own. I know you know that, but sometimes I feel like I need to remind myself. I know your parents would be happy with where you are and what you're doing. And Ben! Goodness, he would probably have a field day with this news. You know him and technology. He couldn't tell the difference between a phone and a television remote. But I know he would be just as proud of you that you finally became an intern to the one place you really wanted to be."

Peter placed his own hand atop hers. "Thank you," he whispered. May wiped the single tear that had escaped, and she gave him another tight hug which he eagerly fell into.

With the tender moment passed, Peter remembered the other event that had happened earlier at school. He fished out the permission slip for the fieldtrip and showed it to her with a silly grin on his face.

May gave her own laugh at the inside joke, she signed it with a wink to Peter, reminding him to behave and to make a good first impression at such an important place. Peter laughed along with her.

He thanked her for signing the paper regardless and after that, the three weeks leading up the trip seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye.

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The week of the fieldtrip eventually arrived and the week itself seemed to pass by in a breeze until finally, it was Friday.

Since their high school was specifically dedicated to the sciences, it was determined that all seniors would be able to take the fieldtrip at the same time. Each class would simply be touring different parts of the tower at the same, overlooked by their teacher and a guide. Peter and Ned were even more thankful to be in the same class together for it meant that they were in the same group.

It was unfortunate however, that their third friend, Michelle "M.J." Jones, was in a different class and thus a different tour. The three were glad to learn that everyone would be regrouping for lunch so it was one positive thing to look forward to in the middle of the day-long tour.

Those thoughts and plans were a long way off however as it was only the beginning of the day and Peter and his fellow classmates were still currently on school grounds.

The first bell rang like usual and the seniors of Midtown High School loitered around the side of the premises where the buses arrived every morning and evening to drop off and pick up students. The buses were being used for another purpose today and thus were still running, ready to take the excited seniors to their destination. Eventually, all the teachers and volunteer chaperones arrived and began splitting off the classes by attendance sheets to make sure that everyone accounted for.

Once that was out of the way, the students were then separated and directed to the various buses, which were soon filled with talkative and loud students who were very excited to be away from school for a day.

Fieldtrips were always a treat for students no matter how old they were, and everyone seemed to be even rowdier considering the destination.

A few minutes later, the school buses finally departed and headed off towards the Stark Industries tower. The tower was quite a ways away, yet for most of the ride, the looming building could always be seen in the distance, keeping the students excited and curious.

Peter and Ned had managed to steal a seat closer to the back of the bus and for the first couple of minutes they were lost in their own little world as they watched a few videos on Peter's phone.

They were interrupted when a head peaked over the seat in front of them and the two were greeted to the sight of Flash staring down at them with a nasty smile plastered across his face. Ned gave a groan once he realized who it was that interrupted them while Peter let out a soft sigh.

Flash must have heard Ned because he glared at the teen before he turned back to Peter, clearly having picked his victim for the day.

"So, Penis, want to tell us anything about the place before we get there? You are an intern after all."

Giving a sigh at the realization that this ride might be longer than he previously thought, Peter replied, "Not really, Flash. I've never taken a tour of the place."

"No tour, huh? Wouldn't it make sense for new interns to take a tour of the place so that they know what's up? Like, letting the newbie learn the ropes so that they don't burn the place down? How come you lucked out then?"

"I don't know, Flash. Why don't you ask Mr. Stark himself?"

"Wow, Parker, growing a backbone, are you? Or are you just trying to make your fake job seem more real by trying to dodge such an easy question. Hate to say it, but it looks to me like you're making it all up like usual."

Peter gave a sigh. "For the last time Flash, I am not lying about the internship. I don't know why you think I am."

"Oh, c'mon, there's just no way someone like you would be able to get in. I mean, there were probably so many other applicants. There is no way that you beat them all."

"Yeah, well I did," Peter mumbled the lie, already tired from arguing with Flash. He slumped back in the seat, hitting his head against the soft backing, hoping for Flash to give up once he realized that Peter wasn't going to be baited this time.

His luck was with him this time as Flash did eventually get bored and turned back around to sit forward in his seat.

Peter snuck a glance to the seat across the isle and saw two girls from their class looking at him. They were looking at one another but Peter could tell from the tilt of their heads that they had obviously been listening in and believed what Flash had said. When one noticed that they had been caught, she leaned forward to say something to the other girl and they began talking softly to each other.

Peter slumped down further in his seat as he gave another sigh. Ned gave him a nudge to the shoulder and a sympathetic look.

Conversations continued to fill the bus for most of the ride after that but as time went by and they got closer to their destination, Mr. Johnson finally spoke up, gaining their attention once he borrowed the bus radio.

"Alright students settle down for a minute, please."

Most of them listened at those words but there were still a few who either did not hear him or ignored him. One of those was Flash and he was even called out and personally asked to be quiet. Peter and Ned were happy to quietly laugh at that.

"Thank you," Mr. Johnson spoke again, "I just wanted to remind you students that taking this tour is a privilege which can be taken away. I do not want to see any of you being disrespectful to the tour guide or anyone else that might want to speak with us. You are to listen to and obey any rules that are asked of you. No touching anything without permission and no goofing off. I would very much like to be the fun teacher since I am sure all of us are excited to be here. So please, just be on your best behavior. That shouldn't be hard, should it? After all you folks are seniors now. You are either almost or already are eighteen years old, meaning that you are adults now. I sure hope I can expect fellow adults to have common sense, right?"

Very much intimated by the small speech, the bus was quiet. The only proof that everyone had been listening and understood what Mr. Johnson had just said were all fifteen students quickly nodding their heads.

"Good," Mr. Johnson said with a smile.

Once he sat back down, it was not much longer until the bus was only a block away from Stark Industries. The tower took up most of their view, even blocking some of the neighboring skyscrapers.

Chatter started up once again as the energy in the bus grew exponentially.

Every student simply could not wait to step inside the place and tour of the grand building.

End Chapter One

Notes:

Yes, I know there is no actual field trip in this first chapter, but I am that kind of writer that does build up. I can't just jump into the actual trip right away! I don't know why really, it's a curse.

Either way, I hope it is still slightly interesting so far.