"Peeeeeeteeeeeer."

Startled, Peter glanced around, batting away the wheat all around him. As he made his way through the tall stalks, he came to a clearing. Squinting into the distance, he could see a familiar figure sitting in the branches of a large tree, book in hand.

Rushing over, Peter grinned dopily when MJ turned to his, jumping down from the branches with ease ad leaping into his arms. They both fell to the floor, their fall cushioned by the grains of wheat. Still laughing, the pair twisted onto their sides to face one another, with Peter smiling shyly at the sight of MJ's characteristic smirk.

Slowly, MJ shuffled closer, leaning in for a kiss… until she drew back in shock and alarm, lightning flashing overhead as the scene changed. The large tree suddenly became disfigured and burnt, and the wheat smouldered and smoked.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked as MJ continued to back away, bringing his hand to his face…. only to feel fangs emerging from his mouth. He shot to his feet in alarm, desperately trying to push the fangs back as he felt a burning pain in his sides and face. Extra eyes popped up and extra arms burst free.

MJ looked terrified, crawling away from Peter as he mutated more and more, transforming into a spider more and more by the second. As she backed away, Peter desperately tried to reassure her that everything was alright… but he couldn't speak through the fangs.

And then Peter shot up in his bed, frantically feeling his face and only relaxing when he realised that there were no fangs and no extra eyes.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Jumping slightly as his phone beeped, Peter scrambled to grab it from under his pillow, sliding the answer button to the side in order to answer it.

"H-Hello?"

"Dude! Where are you?!"

"Ned?"

"You should have been here an hour ago!"

"What are you talking about?!" He glanced at his clock, which read 4:02… despite the fact that his phone showed that it was actually 7:50

"Crap!" Peter hissed, wishing that he'd fixed his clock when he last spotted this problem as he leapt out of bed, grabbing his jeans and jumping into them as Ned continued to talk.

"Maybe we should just call the whole thing off!"

"No way! It's now or nev- AAH!"

Tripping over his own pant legs, Peter fell to the floor with a loud crash.

"Okay…" Sighed Ned, "… we you'd better get here soon. Meet me at my locker."

He hung up just as Tony burst into the room, closely followed by several Roombas, "Oh good, you're up!" he stated, acting like Friday hadn't told him the instant Peter opened his eyes.

"Dad!"

Tony rolled his eyes, "Alright, alright! I forgot!" He backed out of the room, shutting the door as he went, before knocking on it loudly, and bursting back in less than a second. "Morning underoos, just reminding you that we have that gala, so your suit… should… be…. Clean."

Honestly, Tony couldn't tell what was suit and what was normal clothing…. They were all over the floor.

"I'll iron it later!" Peter yelled, the sound muffled through the t-shirt that he was shoving over his head, "Promise!"

"Kid…" Tony shook his head, "… I know you were there when Pepper lectured me about this. Suits need to be hung up, remember?"

"I'll do it later!"

Audibly, Tony sighed. Ever since Steve walked out on them, deciding that his precious 'Bucky' was more important, Peter had started acting out.

Understandable really.

Watching as his son raced around the room (it was a miracle he didn't trip up over anything), Tony frowned, "What's the rush?"

"Late! I'm so late!"

"No problem, I'll give Happy a call and- "

"- No thanks! I need the exercise!"

Tony blinked in surprise as Peter rushed out of the room, "Peter, really I- " As he spun around to keep an eye on the teen, he stumbled over one of the roombas, falling backwards and pulling something off of the wall.

SMASH

"Dad!" Peter yelled, glaring at Tony who was looking at the smashed photo guiltily… a photo of him, Tony and Steve together.

Probably the last picture they took together as a family.

Tony instantly felt guilty, "Sorry Peter, I- "

But Peter had already turned away, headed out the room again, grabbing something from the kitchen before heading for the front door.

"Peter!"

Tony raced after him, handing him a paper bag. "You didn't like it when I dropped it off at your school last time."

Too right. It was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him, billionaire father or not.

"Yeah… thanks." He muttered, refusing to look Tony in the eyes before he ran for the school bus. In the bus, he dodged the marbles that some of the younger kids had scattered across the ground, smiling as students chatted about the fact that they would soon be free from algebra tests, pep rallies and losers ("like Penis Stank!").

Rich kids were usually the most popular kids in school… except for him. He was the outlier.

Being popular wasn't his goal though. Today, he was finally going to ask MJ out.

Speaking of MJ….

He waved at the girl as she walked past him, but she just walked straight past him, her nose stuck in a book.

One of the Game of Thrones books by the look of it.

Not deterred by this, Peter realised that he had less than an hour before the end-of-year assembly, prompting him to break into a run as soon as the bus doors opened up. As he entered the school grounds, he almost knocked into the Principal, who rolled his eyes and called after him.

"Try to finish the school year without ending up in my office!"

"YES SIR!"

So long as their little surprise succeeded without a hitch and they got away with it, he would end the school year on a high.

On the school grounds, the excitement of the upcoming summer holidays had reached an all-time high, and Peter couldn't help but race up the bleachers to see how many students were there, aka, how many students were going to the assembly today.

The sight was promising.

Secure in the knowledge that almost everyone would witness the event, Peter span around on his heel in order to make his way back down the bleachers… only to stumble.

Working on instinct, Peter managed to right himself, not wanting to make a fool of himself in front of all the cheerleaders and jocks.

"You know, you could have really made my year if you'd fallen."

Peter flushed at the familiar voice, spinning around to see MJ smirking at him, "Y-Yeah, I-I-I-I bet." He finally managed to force out, waving at her before running away as fast as he could…. Almost tripping over a bin.

As he rounded the corner, snarling to himself in frustration, he failed to see the smirk on MJ's face turn into a soft, fond smile.