Peter wasn't popular. He was just your average nerd. Lucky to even have more than one friend. He wasn't rich, he was mildly good looking (at least that's what he thought), he wasn't a good public speaker, he wasn't socially acceptable at all.

He didn't pay much attention to teen slang, but Ned really wore off on him sometimes.

Like the other day, they were having their avengers meeting and Peter was really excited, it being his first meeting and all.

They were also talking about really interesting things too! Like ways to improve suits and stuff. He admired the way Tony took charge and talked so comfortably around them. It was brave.

"Oh, kid. You've been invited to your first Stark party by the way." Tony poked his chest.

Peter flinged it off and glared at Tony treating him like a kid.

"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be lit, Mr. Stark." He paused when he said it and cringed.

"Lit?" Tony asked and raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry," Peter said, ignoring the confused glares from the other avengers.

"Lit as in fire?" Thor asked.

"Nah, big guy. Don't worry about it." Peter said with a chuckle.

Tony looked away and continued talking. Peter heard his name and looked up. "What?" He asked.

"Didn't you have a classmate that recognized your voice? I mean, you do absolutely nothing to change it. You never shut that mouth of yours," Tony laughed.

"Wonder where he gets it from," Nat glared.

Peter laughed and cringed at the mention of the situation.

"Bro, I was quaking. It caught me so off guard when he asked if my name was Peter. Low-key had a mild panic attack."

"What language are you speaking today, kid?" Tony asked. They all looked at him confused.

He mentally slapped himself. "Sorry, I was just hanging out with Ned today and he rubs off on me pretty badly sometimes." Peter shook his head.

"What is "quaking"?" Thor asked.

"Is that-what- like an earth quake?" Tony asked, gesturing his hands uselessly.

Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes. "No, like it means like...quakin'. Ya know? Like, triggered?" He asked with a laugh.

Tony shook his head. "You're forbidden to see that boy again."

"What? You can't do that!" Peter exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah...I totally can." Tony countered. "Especially if I'M the one who has to deal with that stupid ass language of yours after you get done hanging out with the kid."

Peter rolled his eyes. "You are over exaggerating."

"I'm over...what? Peter you're way too smart for that kind of language. Don't put yourself so low." He said, shaking his head.

"I should be thankful, but for some reason, that's really offensive," Peter mumbled.

"Look- stop what you're doing, kid. All I'm saying is no one here is going to tolerate that language. Remember I said you had to earn a spot like this. No one is gonna take you serious like," he gestured to Peter up and down, "this," he shrugged.

Peter rolled his eyes. "I very much am so sorry. But you know what? Look- Look at the time. I should, uh, I should get going. Ya know, homework and stuff and Aunt May's expecting me, so uh. Yeah. I'm gonna skurt on outta here," he said with a taunting smile.

Tony sighed and shook his head.

"This is why you're still a virgin, Pete," Tony said.

"I don't mind keeping it that way either," he winked and walked away.

"You're rubbing off on Man of Spiders," Thor said, smiling.

Tony chuckled a little. "Please never compare me again to that dork," he said.

Very very short! Sorry! Never written such a short chapter But that's all I wanted in it honestly.