A/N: Not gonna lie, I completely forgot to post on . I posted the next chapter on Wattpad, but I completely forgot to post on here so I am very sorry. Anyways. Thanks guys for all the love, the next chapter will be out eventually, don't worry…

"Let me get this straight..." Sam muttered, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You stepped on a shard of glass? From the bowl? Has anyone ever told you to not walk on broken glass?"

Peter thought for a moment, before shrugging. "I live on the wild side of life, Sam."

"You live on the idiotic side of life."

"My side of life is awesome."

"Your side of life is going to get you killed someday."

"Says the one that joined Captain America in taking down three helicarriers."

"Says the one who crashed a plane!"

"You've done more reckless things compared to me, Wilson."

"Oh, your not calling me Mister anymore? I'm hurt, Peter. You didn't even use my first name."

"Oh my god, will you two give it a rest." Tony snapped in frustration. That made the pair quiet.

Peter was sitting on the kitchen bench, his foot wrapped up in bandages. Tony turned to look at him, and Peter felt himself stiffen at his steely gaze.

"I'm just going to ask this right now. Did you hack into Friday?"

"What do you mean?" Peter asked innocently.

"Friday?" Tony called up to the ceiling.

"Yes, Mr. Stank?"

Peter coughed into his fist, as he tried to muffle a laugh. "See, she's broken." Mr. Stark pointed out.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Stank? She's perfectly fine." Peter retorted, allowing a giggle to escape his lips.

"She seems fine to me." Clint spoke up from his position on the couch. Tony decided to ignore him.

"Your the only person here who would do this to Friday, so I want to know how on earth you managed to hack into her, while I think of a punishment."

Peter frowned. "Mr. Stark, are you accusing me without proof?"

Tony raised an eyebrow at the teen sitting before him. "Does anyone sitting in this room have any clue what a VSCO girl is?"

The only other people in the room, which was Clint, Sam and Nat all shook their heads. Although Clint had a somewhat knowing look on his face.

"I don't think anyone in this tower knows what that is, Pete, and-"

"Sksksksksk..." Peter muttered to himself. Tony just stared for a long while. At this point, he was convinced the Spider Child was possessed.

"You know what? Whatever. I can't even be bothered asking why you were in the common room last night at two in the morning, or how you even got onto the floor through the window."

"It's simple, Mr. Stark. I climbed the outside of the building." Peter answered.

"What window did you go through? Didn't your friends see you?"

Peter opened his mouth to reply, but came up empty. Should he tell that his friends now knew he was Spider-Man? How would he react?

"I... Was stealthy." Was his reply. He decided it'd be best to tell him another time. Or maybe he was just stalling and making up excuses.

Another tired sigh left Mr. Stark's lips. "Just head back to your friends. You guys will be getting on the bus to head back home soon, so go have breakfast."

"Sure thing, Mr. Stark!" Peter answered with over enthusiasm. He made sure to give him a wide grin on his way out. Tony looked away before he could get affected by his puppy eyes.

When Peter was out of ear-shot, Clint spoke up from the couch. "You're such a dad."

Nat nodded in agreement. "How many times do I have to say that he's not my son?" Tony asked, frustrated.

"Clearly too many."

"See? This is why I'm growing grey hair."

"Okay Boomer."

"Shut up, Friday!"

Peter soon made his way back to his classmates, who were busy cleaning up the mess Ned had made. Well, only Ned and Charles were cleaning the mess, while the others were spread out around the room.

"Peter!" Sally announced as he opened the door.

"How's your foot?" MJ asked as he closed the door behind him. "It'll be fine in an hour or so." Peter replied.

"So cool..." He heard Charles mutter off to the side.

Cindy made her way over to him. "Did you get chewed out by Mr. Stark?"

Peter nodded, "yeah, it sucked."

"Did he catch you with the protocol names?" Was Cindy's question.

Peter shrugged, "I'm pretty certain he knows it was me, but I managed to somewhat avoid the question."

"Does he know that we know that you know that we know your Spider-Man?" Abe asked.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows at him. "Do you mean does he know if you guys know I'm Spider-Man?"

Abe nodded. "To answer your question, no. I didn't want to have that talk yet."

"Do you think he'll be mad?" Charles questioned.

Peter scoffed, "I'm going to blame him."

Betty frowned, her eyebrows furrowing. "But... Your the one who was standing in the room in your suit."

Peter sent her a light glare, "I wouldn't have been in the suit if it wasn't for him."

She shrugged, "good point."

"This has one been hectic field trip..." Abe murmured, stealing a glance at Peter. "It went just about as bad as it could've gone." Peter murmured.

Sally gasped, "bad? I think it went great! We got the meet the Avengers!"

"Yeah, and you also got to learn all my deepest darkest secrets."

"Why do you have to be so edgy?" Sally asked, her eyes squinting at Peter.

He shrugged, "I'm not wrong. You guys learned everything about me that I was trying to hide."

MJ spoke up from her spot on bed. "He's got a point. Literally everything he kept from us is out in the open."

"Well now you've got the Spidey Protection Squad!" Betty announced. Everyone turned to look at her with a sharp glare.

"What? Was I not supposed to say anything...?"

"What on earth is the Spidey Protection Squad?" Peter asked, his confusion doubling at the excited look on everyone's faces.

"Well... After you told us you got shot five times, we decided that we would make an effort to protect you! Or, at least, be there for you when you need it." Betty explained.

Peter was still slightly confused. "How... How are you guys going to protect me?"

"We just don't want you to get yourself killed." Flash spoke up. Peter looked at him in surprise.

Flash hadn't been speaking much, and this was the first time he had said anything that morning.

Peter smiled at his friends. "Alright then."

"But there are some rules to the squad!" Abe announced. "Rules?" Everyone echoed.

Abe turned and looked directly at Peter. "First, if you get hurt and you can't call the Avengers, call one of us."

Peter opened his mouth to protest, but Abe cut him off. "Second!" He looked at the rest of the group.

"We tell nobody about our Spidey Protection Squad. We must keep Peter's identity a secret."

"I thought we already went over this..." Ned murmured.

Abe shushed him, "I'm just reminding you."

"You guys are an odd bunch." Peter said out loud.

Abe gave him a toothy grin in response.

A light knock sounded from the door. The door opened, and Carrie popped her head inside.

"You guys ready for breakfast?"

Everyone nodded their heads eagerly.

Breakfast went by in a flash. Everyone had finished eating almost as soon as the food was put on their plates. Aside from Ned, who had already eaten that morning.

Abe even managed to choke on a piece of bread, which resulted in Charles slapping him brutally in the back, and a group of laughing teenagers. Sally even got a video of the entire thing, which she saved later for blackmail.

They were now making their way to the same room Mr. Stark had always met them in. Peter would be lying if he said he wasn't excited for this field trip to be over.

Mr. Stark was already in the room by the time they arrived.

Once they were all seated, Mr. Stark began to speak. "Well, it's been a long few days but now you all have to leave my tower."

Way to get straight to the point, Mr. Stark...

Everyone just sat in silence, sharing glances between each-other. "Like, I'm serious. There is a bus outside waiting for you. The bus will take you back to your school."

Betty abruptly stood up. "On behalf of the Decathlon team, we would like to thank you for allowing us to have a field trip here."

Mr. Stark waved her off with a lazy hand, "it wasn't an issue." Peter didn't miss the glance Mr. Stark gave him.

Abe was shaking in his seat. Not because he was sick, or injured, but because he was struggling to hold in what he desperately wanted to scream out. The tension between the students was stifling. They were all trying to not burst out the secret that had been revealed to them.

"Also, don't go sharing the news of Peter's relationship with us. We don't need the media on his tail." Mr. Stark added.

"WE KNOW PETER IS SPIDER-MAN!"

Everyone's mouths dropped open as they all turned and glared harshly at Abe. He just hid his face in his hands.

Tony's eyebrows furrowed as he blinked several times. He sat in silence for a good minute, before breathing in harshly through his nose. He looked at Peter who was sitting rigid in his seat.

Before Tony could say anything, Peter cut in.

"It was your fault! I blame you, Mr. Stark."

Mr. Stark held his heart in mock offence. "I'm hurt, Peter. Your blaming me for getting caught?"

"You purposely made me wear my suit and be Spider-Man around them!"

"And how did they actually find out?"

"I was in our room... In my suit."

"Without your mask on?"

"Without my mask on..."

Tony sighed, "you could've just gotten changed into different clothing."

"I wouldn't have been in my suit if it weren't for you, Mr. Stark!"

"You should've seen this coming, Underoos. You made me swing on a ceiling fan. I don't let things like that go lightly."

"Hold on- Peter, you what?" Sally giggled, the image of Tony Stark swinging on a fan entering her mind.

Peter shrugged, "he deserved it."

"Is that why I found you in the common room getting pop tarts? And why you changed the protocol names? Because they found out? Is this an act of teenage rebellion or rage?" Mr. Stark questioned, genuinely confused.

Peter shook his head, "no, they made me do that all." He said as he motioned to the group around him.

"You made Friday call me a boomer." Tony complained.

Peter laughed, "that's because you are a boomer, Mr. Stark."

"Get out of my tower. All of you."

Everyone began to laugh.

"But seriously, you guys tell anyone about Peter and I will make sure none of you get a future in any college or jobs."

Charles excitedly jumped in his seat, "don't worry, Tony Stark! We created the Spidey Protection Squad!"

Mr. Stark choked on his own breath. "I'm sorry, the Spidey what?"

"Spidey Protection Squad." Cindy repeated.

"They'll just be looking out for Peter." MJ elaborated.

Mr. Stark rolled his eyes, "you got yourself a tight group of protectors, Pete."

"Yay..." Peter murmured, his fist waving enthusiastically in the air.

Carrie opened the door with a light smile touching her lips. "You guys ready to go?"

"Get em out of here, Carrie." Mr. Stark ordered. Everyone stood up and began to leave, but Cindy paused in the doorway.

Mr. Stark looked at her in curiosity, as her eyes stared at the crowd. A look of sadness covered her face, as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Please don't let him get hurt again... I don't think I could take seeing Peter in pain."

Mr. Stark lowered his gaze. "I wish I could stop him. I try everything I can to protect him, but that kid is reckless." He looked up at Cindy. "I'm counting on you guys to keep an extra eye on him."

Cindy nodded, and gave him a thumbs up.

They may not be super powered teenagers, and they may not have fancy technology or even the strength compared to the Avengers, but they'll be damned if they think that will stop them from looking out for their friend.

"We'll try our best."