On an average day, Peter Parker would somewhat lethargically wait until the bell that signified the end of the school day before immediately heading over to the library, or whatever structurally sound building was available and had been allocated for the Decathlon team.

He would then participate an average of 7 times each session as was required - it was a rather small team - and spend the rest of his time sighing over Liz and avoiding MJ's knowing and amused gaze from her seat in a shadowy corner.

As this was an average Tuesday - as was proven by Peter's unexciting breakfast consisting of a soggy bowl of cereal, his unusually boring daily run-in with Flash, wherein Flash shouted faux-happily at seeing "Penis Parker!" and Peter grimaced in resignation at the crass and embarrassing nature of the nickname that characterized the majority of their interactions, and his especially unexciting review of a previous lesson in Advanced Physics - Peter had expected to halfheartedly answer any questions directed his way and get home to the highlight of his day; his patrol.

So between the humdrum of Peter's thoughts, the chaos of highly offended arguing, and the echo of ringing bells as the team conducted a mock competition, he was surprised to even notice the buzzing of his cellphone.

He casually surveyed the gleefully amused faces around him as most of his fellow teammates looked on, distracted, by Betty Brant's increasingly frustrated attempts to convince Abe that his answer was outdated according to several credible articles recently published in a well-known journal, resulting in his answer having already been debunked as a myth. Liz Allen, the love of his life and team captain, and the teacher were steadily approaching the two arguing students.

Making use of the distraction, Peter snuck his hand below the table into the depths of his backpack, and almost jumped several feet into the air after glimpsing the contact photo on the buzzing screen of his phone.

As Betty's annoyance grew more palpable and Abe's grin grew with it, Peter took a chance and ducked beneath the thin table cloth.

"Uh - hi, er. Hello, Mr Stark." Peter fumbled out in a hushed whisper - despite the sound of his voice and complete departure from the table being masked by the scene playing out in front of the curious students. He studiously ignored the blinking 5% of his poor, abused battery.

"Hey, kid. I've been calling for ages now. Where the hell are you?" Tony stark's gruff tone was mellowed out by Peter's confusion and sudden apprehension.

"Um, I'm still at school. I have to practice for the Decathlon. Should I not be? Are we going somewhere again?" Peter's voice noticeably picked up a few pitches in his excitement to participate in another life-threatening - albeit - heroic situation with his idol at his side. He felt more than saw a few heads turn his way before relaxing as they almost instantly turned back to the escalating argument.

"You're supposed to be at Stark Tower already! I recall telling you I have a board meeting today. How am I supposed to present why sponsoring your little, genius mind isn't a total waste of time if you aren't even there?"

"W - what? But I thought you were in India! And - and Mr Stark, you told me the meeting was moved to Friday the last time you called me. So - so - so the board members could have an excuse to drink after meeting with you." Peter protested, voice raising in volume.

"Look, whatever I said - there are seven board members here with sticks shoved so far up their asses that every time they open their mouths they could conduct photosynthesis. More are arriving as I speak. All I have to do is tote you around, shake a few hands, and let you babble science at them. It starts in 20 minutes."

"Wait but -" The phone beeped to indicate his dead battery and shut off. Peter assumed the conversation was over anyway. In his experience, ultimatums were typically conversation enders.

In his panic, Peter raised his head and cursed lowly when he was painfully reminded of he table above him blocking his entry back into the much more average world of school - Decathlon antics aside.

He raised his eyes casually above its edge and, upon catching almost all of his teammates staring at him in the sudden oppressing silence of the cafeteria - one still fuming Betty Brant and one darkly amused Flash included - almost ducked back under the weight of their gazes. Instead, he mumbled an apology, fumbled a self deprecating joke, and was about to choke out an excuse for leaving before he was interrupted by their supervising teacher.

Now, as high-schoolers at an advanced school for science-inclined young adults, most everyone was under the belief that they didn't require the constant presence of an adult to look after them whenever a small group of more than 3 students congregated on school property. Both the school board and those otherwise on staff within the school respectfully but vehemently disagreed, so the Decathlon team was forced to stick out today's meeting with somebody largely unfamiliar to them, despite begging and pleading otherwise.

This lack of was knowledge from either side was, perhaps, the reason why Peter's stuttered excuse as he attempted to leave the theatre stage where the team was located didn't fly with him.

"Mr. Parker, I've had enough trouble with this team. Please sit back down and hand me your phone, if I can't trust you to pay attention to the proceedings with it in your hands."

Peter winced and then audibly whimpered when Liz gave him a mildly pointed look. He could swear he heard his phone give one last, pathetic buzz in the palm of Mr. Warner's hand as it was set onto a stool between the two tables of students.

"Mr. Warner, I really have to go. Something came up at my internship! It's really important to me." Peter attempted to cajole him. However, Mr Warner was no novice, as h had been teaching for over thirty years. He had both a kind face and soothing manner, but refused to bend to the tricks of teenagers.

"If your internship really needs you, they can contact the office and go through all the official channels, Mr. Parker."

Flash snorted in laughter at that. "Hey, maybe if your lucky your boss Tony Stark will stop by and get you out of here."

Peter fisted his hands in his jeans and focused on MJ's snarky reply to Flash's stupidity. He glanced at the clock before running a hand through his hair. This routine continued after Liz got the club back into order and continued drilling the other team with questions. Mr. Warner took the chance to approach Peter's table and began his own set of exercises with them. His kind eyes occasionally flicked to Peter in concern and Peter willed his face to regain some of it's usual healthy color.

Distracted, he answered the questions thrown at him and when he took another look at the clock, another seven minutes had passed.

Peter began planning how discreet he would have to be to fake a bathroom emergency and then slip out of school unnoticed in a bright red and blue spider-suit. Theoretically, he could climb out of a window and web-swing through the city. It was just another perk of his powers; a lack of air traffic.

There was a short lull in the noise at his table before Peter noticed he had been asked a question. The response was on his tongue when the doors to the theatre dramatically flew open.

Peter blinked. He blinked again and considered if the residual panic was making him hallucinate.

Nope. Tony stark was casually strolling through the aisle between seats, heading down to the stage. Evidently, Peter wasn't the only one who noticed, as someone at the other table let out a strangled "Holy Shit" to sum up the situation.

Peter was rising out of his seat before he knew what he was doing and called out, hesitantly, "Mr Stark! What are you doing here?"

Tony Stark looked up from his phone and gave his signature cocky grin "I told you kid, we're gonna be late. But we might as well do it in style. Happy's out front with the car."

Peter who was struck almost speechless himself by the gesture, took a moment to appreciate the sound of Flash choking in surprise. He nabbed his phone from the stool and listened as a teammate numbly, almost automatically hit Flash's back. Liz's eyes were as wide as her mouth at the display and even MJ had stopped scribbling in the corner of the stage.

"Right! Uh - sorry for keeping you Mr Stark." Peter was proud that he didn't trip over his words. He slipped on his backpack and jumped off the stage, landing in a high crouch near his idols' feet.

Mr Warden seemingly remembered himself before Peter left. He halfheartedly called out in concern, "Mr Parker! You still don't have permission to leave from the office." Maybe he was afraid Peter was going to be kidnapped by Tony Stark and held in the basement of some faraway R&D lab? Peter resolved to apologize to him later. Dealing with Mr Stark was hard work. Maybe muffins would do the trick..?

He turned to explain his predicament to the teacher before Mr Stark said something snarky and mean, but the sound of shifting papers distracted him. Peter's eyes widened when he saw the papers Mr Stark had just handed his teacher.

With that, he numbly let himself be lead out of the theatre, giving little protest until the two finally made it outside.

"But - but you -" Peter blustered, seemingly unable to wrap his mind around Tony Stark taking the time to do official paperwork and sign Peter out of school, instead of charming his way in.

Tony Stark rolled his eyes.

"What do you think took me so long, kid? And don't look at me like that - I could've arrived in my Iron Man suit. I almost did before Happy talked me out of it."

The car doors closed and Peter dropped his backpack onto his lap. Tony Stark situated himself more comfortably into his seat and continued typing on his Stark-phone. Peter watched his school disappear out of sight and briefly considered how this may not be the last time both sides of his life would intersect so completely.

He took out his Chemistry textbook and started reading.

author's note:

So I have to admit that this was written mostly so that Peter could get a chance to show off his shiny new father-figure. You can tell I like my dramatic reveals (and my outsider povs, but I'm bad at those)

Also I hope I didn't make Mr Warden the villain. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to show him as a nice/caring old teacher who thought he was being tricked by a wily teen hoping to skip.

Also I may have fudged the timeline? Was MJ around when Liz was stick the team captain? Sure, let's say she was and she stuck around to mock Peter and offer sarcastic insight. So this was a random day between the start of the film and Homecoming.