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It was a perfectly normal day. Well, it was supposed to be. Peter got up with his alarm, kind of. He hit the snooze a few times before groaning when Aunt May came in and pulled all the covers off of him. Needless to say, her telling him that he was already running sort of late got him up pretty quickly. Looking at the clock caused him to trip over his sheets and face plant on his way to get ready. After dusting himself off, getting dressed, and brushing his teeth, he grabbed his backpack and sprinted out the door, well, sort of. He managed to forget to open it and, again, face planted, right into the wood. Rubbing his forehead and nose, Peter felt his cheeks heat up when he heard his aunt muffled a laugh as she smoothed his bedhead before sending him on his way with a kiss on the newly smoothed hair.

Completely normal so far. Then school happened and everything remained normal. He screwed around with Ned, got pushed around by Flash, showed off in math and chemistry, blowing something up, on purpose, to prove something to someone (*cough* Flash *cough*). For that, he should have gotten detention, considering it was in math and not chemistry that the explosion occurred, but the teacher liked him too much and merely warned him against making anything else explode or there would be a spot in detention with his name on it. All the other classes went by fast, or slow, or were non-existent because he fell asleep during them.

The bell rang and Peter headed out with Ned by his side. Bidding his friend farewell, he continued his way home, travelling to get a sandwich when things became not so normal. There Peter was, minding his own business, when an Asgardian came falling from the sky with a thud, spraying rubble up from the crater he made. Peter could only stare with wide eyes like the many other passerbys. You'd think by now they'd be used to superheroes crash landing due to a fight, but it still wasn't common for a god to land in the middle of the road. An evil laugh rang out as a person floated down to earth. Peter was looking around, seeing if he could find an escape like the many other screaming people, when he realized something: He forgot his Spidey suit at home.

"Shit," Peter said, now frozen because he had zero way of helping the god without blowing his identity. As Thor stood, he shouted a retort at the villain before rushing him. It was interesting. A lot of the people had vanished with only a few stragglers, Peter included, frozen in place, watching it all play out. That's when he saw the rest of the team. Iron Man, Captain America, Black Widow, Hawkeye, but no Hulk, which was somewhat understandable. Each was working on getting to the floating villain just like Thor, but some force was keeping them grounded, or pulling against them, causing the villain to laugh even more.

"Poor, weak, pathetic Avengers. Earth's mightiest heroes my ass! You can't even make it to little old me," the floating man mocked before laughing yet again. Peter had a few lines on the tip of his tongue, but he bit them back because he had zero ways to defend himself without giving something away to the heroes who had seen him around and occasionally approached him to talk (a.k.a. convince him to stop). So Peter just watched before he noticed something odd about Thor. His hammer, it was missing. Breaking out of his spell, Peter started looking around for the god's weapon, and finally spotted it stuck in a wall a little ways beyond where the Asgardian landed. By now, most civilians had fled, leaving only the heroes, the villain, and Peter, the dumbass who left his super suit at home.

Sprinting over to the hammer, he braced himself, ready to use his super strength to get it out, but instead stumbled backwards clutching the handle. He had barely gave a tug when it burst free. Apparently it was supposed to be impossibly heavy and no one could pick it up besides Thor. Peter scoffed at it, tossing it from one hand to the other. It must just be something spread because this this weighed next to nothing, even without his spider strength. With the hammer in hand, and being the idiot he is, he wandered as close to Thor as possible when an invisible wave of something through the heroes back and to the ground. Peter felt it hit him, but he maintained his footing and wandered over to where Thor was getting back up.

"I think you dropped this," he said, brandishing the hammer and holding it out to the Asgardian, who looked at him with shock written on his features. Peter waved his hand in front of the god's face, muttering an elongated hello, before shaking the hammer slightly, trying to get the man to take it.

"You're worthy," the god whispered, taking the hammer. Before Peter could ask what the hell he meant, the god gave a battle cry, summoned lightning, and shot the floating man out of the air. Said man gave a short cry as he was shocked and an oof as he hit the street. Peter pulled out his phone and snapped a couple pictures of all the heroes individually and together before replacing it in his pocket. Nodding to himself as a slight 'good job' gesture, he shoved his hands in his sweatshirt pockets and turned to go away, but was stopped by Thor, who somehow had gotten behind Peter in the few seconds his attention was off of the hero.

"Ah what the-," Peter exclaimed, but was cut off by Thor.

"The Captain does not like foul language." Peter nodded, extremely confused.

"Well, sorry about that then. If you'll excuse me, I'll just be on my way. I got to get a sandwich and head home, my aunt's probably freaking out right now."

"You're worthy." Peter blinked a few times and just stared at the god in front of him, who had a gigantic grin on his face. Thor just held the hammer out and dropped it into Peter's hands, the latter of which caught it easily and stared at it, even more confused than before.

"Okay? I mean, I heard it was supposed to be really heavy, but it's not, soooo, I don't know what to think. I'm definitely not worthy though, whatever you mean by that. I'm just a regular fifteen-year-old kid who wanted, and still wants, a sandwich and ended up getting caught up in this whole fight. Again, if you'll excuse me," Peter said, handing the hammer back, grabbing his backpack straps and making a move to go around the Avenger. Thor put an arm out and spun him around, draping the arm around his shoulders. Peter tried getting out from the god's hold, but failed and gave up, following along with wherever he was being dragged.

Turns out, Thor was bringing him over to meet the Avengers, something Peter didn't want to do in the least.

"Nope, you know what, my aunt will kill me if I don't get home really soon so if you'll let me, I need to go. Now." Thor merely laughed and as they got closer, Peter saw the strange looks the other Avengers were giving both him and the Asgardian.

"Umm, Thor? Who's this?"

"He's worthy," Thor responded in his booming voice, pulling Peter closer to him, causing the teen to push away from the man's grasp, stumbling a bit, before brushing himself off and giving an awkward wave to the group.

"What do you mean he's worthy Thor? Like worthy as in 'worthy'?" The Asgardian nodded, grinning even broader and Peter felt extremely exposed under the gazes of the team.

"How?"

"He's just a random kid?"

"There's no way."

"Thor, are you serious, there is no way a random kid could be worthy. Not even Cap was worthy," Tony exclaimed, his face plate flipping up as he gave the kid a once over. If Peter felt awkward before, he felt even more so now. His idol was sizing him up and possibly insulting him? He wasn't sure.

"Okay, first of all, I have no idea what you're all talking about. Secondly, what are you all talking about? And C, I am most definitely not worthy of whatever it is you think I am," Peter said before realizing what he said.

"Thirdly-"

"Yeah, I know," Peter mumbled, shuffling a foot. He looked over to Thor, who had a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

"None of you believe that this child is worthy. I will prove it." With that, Thor threw his hammer at Peter, who's eyes widened in surprise. He heard cries come from the other Avengers, but seeing Peter avoid the hammer before going and picking it up straight off the ground, handing it back to Thor with a very confused 'what the heck man' caused their warnings turn to shock.

"What, do I have something on my face," Peter said, rubbing his hands on his face just in case. The team all stared at Peter, before looking to Thor, who looked extremely smug. He held his hands out, gesturing to Peter.

"Worthy."

"What?" Peter was so very confused. "What do you mean?"

"Mjolnir, Thor's hammer, can only be wielded by someone worthy of the power of Thor," Steve said, nodding his head in approval? At least that's what Peter thought it was. He could easily be wrong.

"Mjolnir?"

"Yup."

"Worthy of the power of Thor?"

"Uh huh. Congrats kid." Peter blinked a few times, looking at the heroes, before jabbing a thumb over his shoulder.

"I gotta go now," was all he said before turning and speed walking away. He could feel their eyes following him and then he felt a presence behind him as he turned a corner. Walking faster, he wove in and out of alleys and different shops to try to lose the tail. Upon reaching his home, and for the last block or so, he felt that he had lost the person following him.

"Hey Aunt May," Peter said, opening the door, only to find Tony Stark sitting on the couch, eating something with his aunt.

"Peter! I've been so worried about you. I heard that there was a bit battle along the path you take home and I haven't heard from you. I thought you were hurt, or, or," May said, hugging Peter and frantically checking him over for any injuries. Peter chuckled and reassured her that, yes, he was perfectly fine.

"What's, why is, Tony Stark? Here? What?" Why did this day have to be so confusing?

"Oh yeah! I can't believe you didn't tell me about applying to Stark Industries' internship program! I thought we told each other everything!"

"Stark Industries internship…," Peter trailed off, looking behind May to Tony, who just nodded for him to play along. "Oh yeah, right! I totally for-forgot, yeah, that's all. I'm sorry I didn't tell you May, it's just school, and everything that's happened lately. I didn't even know I'd gotten it."

"Well kid, you did, and there are a few things I'd like to talk to you about. Is there somewhere we can go, just you and me, for a little one-on-one chat?" Peter felt like he was in a daze, gesturing for Tony Stark, The Tony Stark, to follow him. They entered the teen's room and Peter shut the door, dropping his book bag on his bed before sitting on it himself, burying his face in his hands. He heard Tony sit in his desk chair, letting out a low whistle.

"Wow kid, you are a major nerd. I'm glad that the internship thing worked, I hoped it would."

"How'd you find me?"

"Well Peter, can I call you Peter? I had someone follow you. Then, when you somehow managed to lose a master assassin, I was glad I put a tracer in your hoodie." Peter looked at his hoodie, ripping it off and tossing it to the billionaire, who looked at it, pulled something off, and threw the sweatshirt back to the teen.

"What the hell man? That's an invasion of privacy! Why did you even have me followed? I'm just some kid who happened to end up in the middle of your fight. I'm not special, I'm a nerd, I go to school, I get bullied, I have a couple friends, I'm your average nobody," Peter said, rubbing his arm in slight embarrassment. He saw Tony frown.

"Okay, we'll talk about what you just said a bit later, but right now, I do want to tell you the internship is a real thing, well, now it is. I kind of made it up on the fly to make sense as to why I, Tony Stark, billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist, was in this shithole of a neighborhood at a, sorry, tiny crummy apartment."

"No, it's fair. We can't really afford anything better." Tony again frowned, making a mental note to look more into this "Peter's" life.

"Do you like science?" Peter lit up.

"Of course! I love science! I want to go into the field when I'm older than I am now. I'm floating all around because I love engineering, but also genetics, and I've toyed with bioengineering, but then chemistry and-"

"Okay kid, I get it, you love science. This makes the whole internship-thing even easier. You won't get paid, but you'll be helping out in the labs with Bruce and I, occasionally doing other random things around Stark Industries. Does that sound like something you'd actually do?"

"Wait, Bruce as in Bruce Banner? He's, like, my favorite scientist! I've read a bunch of what he's written, journals, papers, whatever. His work with gamma radiation is incredible!"

"Alright fanboy, bring it down a couple notches, or all the way. Seriously, did someone give you caffeine or something? Jeez it's like a child on a sugar high." Tony muttered the last bit to himself, but given the blush that crept up the kid's face, he heard.

"Sorry," Peter mumbled, looking down at his twiddling thumbs.

"Nah, it's fine. It's good that you're so enthusiastic. How about after school, whenever works, you swing by the tower and I'll give you a tour."

"That'd be amazing!" Peter exclaimed, but immediately quieted down, pursing his lips and furrowing his eyebrows. Tony raised one of his eyebrows in confusion.

"Out with it. What's going on in that head of yours?"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you have me followed, track me here, and then make up some fake internship that is now real? Is it real or is this some big elaborate prank? Because I'm leaning towards prank at this point, but then again early I held Th- that's what it is isn't it?" Peter stared at Tony who scratched the back of his head.

"What's what?"

"You're inviting me to Stark Industries, giving me the opportunity of a lifetime, all so I won't let anyone know I can lift Thor's hammer. If I said I wouldn't tell anyone or even speak of it ever again, is that internship still there?"

"Of course it is kid. The main reason I'm here was to talk to you about that whole 'worthy' business, but then I had FRIDAY run a facial recognition on you and find your school records. That internship is still there if you want it. You're the top of your class at Midtown High, formerly amazing straight A's that started slipping a couple months ago for what I think is a valid reason, but still remained high up," Tony said, sympathy in his eyes that made Peter squirm slightly. "Sorry about your uncle by the way."

"It's alright...Shit happens, I guess. Just more so to me than anyone else it seems," Peter said, with a dry laugh and a shrug, a smirk on his face that was filled with more sadness that smugness.

"I'm not joking Peter. Seriously, tomorrow, when school gets out, head over to the tower and I'll give you a tour, maybe show you off to the team again."

"Thanks Mr. Stark."

"No problem kid. That whole business with Thor's hammer will come up again you know."

"Yeah, I got that."

"Alright kid, well, that's really all I wanted to talk about. So, I'll see myself out then."

"Wait a second. Mr. Stark!"

"Yeah kid?"

"If I'm worthy of the power of Thor, does that mean that I could technically keep the hammer?"

"No."

"But-"

"No."

"Aw man."