Peter scooped up a spoonful of the rice in his plate and eyed it suspiciously. It looked fine, not burnt, not overcooked and actually smelt pretty nice. Then again, most of his aunt's disastrous dishes looked fine on the outside. Carefully, he put the spoon in his mouth, mentally bracing himself.

It was delicious.

Different, totally not the kind of flavours that he was used to, but delicious none the less. Judging from how May's expression lit up, Peter's surprise and bliss was showing on his face.

"That good, huh? You know, I was pretty skeptical when Riza gave me the recipe because it looks so complicated. Worth the effort, I guess."

"Riza, as in the one from the frog incident?" at May's nod, he gestured towards his plate. "What's it called?"

"Biryani. Gosh, I hope I pronounced that right."

They lapsed into comfortable silence. May raised an eyebrow. "Peter, don't you have something to tell me?"

Peter seemingly froze in his seat, gulped and spoke in a very low voice, "If this is about why the ceiling was slightly charred the other day, that was all Ned. Honestly, I don't know how you noticed because I thought we covered it up pretty well-"

"I was talking about the field trip actually," May said, amusement leaking into her voice, "but this sounds more interesting. Please, do continue."

Peter pointed an accusing finger at her. "Who told you? I know it wasn't Ned, May."

"MJ."

Peter repressed the urge to sink into his seat. Of course. Whatever was he thinking when he let MJ and May exchange contacts?

"She didn't tell me where you were going, though. Something about how that would ruin the fun…. So, tell me."

Peter did in fact sink into his seat this time, complete with a drawn-out groan. He covered his eyes with his hands and mumbled.

"Peter, I learnt English in school, not Mumble. You need to fix that habit of yours."

"Stark Industries."

There was a beat of silence, and Peter peeped from behind his hands to see May blink comically. Then her body shook and she brought up a hand to her mouth in a futile attempt to smother her giggles. Peter whined.

"Sorry, sorry." She said not sounding sorry at all. "Only you, Peter."

"Don't I know it."

May made a vague gesture. "Soo…..where's the slip? There must be something that I'll have to sign, right?"

Peter grudgingly slid it across the table to her. May looked like she wanted to laugh at him again and if she had then Peter would have seriously revolted. As it was, she quietly took the slip, maintaining as much dignity and composure as she could, and shooed him to his room to do his homework.

Peter shuffled towards his bed in exhaustion. He'd finished his homework, gone out Spider-manning and had even managed to come back home without bleeding out in a dark backstreet alley. A very big improvement. Of course, the field trip was still weighing down on his mind.

In hindsight, Peter knew that nothing would come out of stressing over it from this early on so he should stop thinking about it. But that would make him a functional being. Which he wasn't.

Coming back to the point at hand, Peter mentally listed off all the ways he could avoid the trip in. Definitely not flunking it. He had flunked way too many trips to not incur anyone's wrath and May would throw a tantrum. Sneak off in the middle of the trip? That could work since he was now an official (and favourite) intern at SI and had access to the whole building except for the fact that again, his teacher would be furious and he knew that FRIDAY would give away his location to Mr. Stark only for the shits and giggles. Which was very weird, considering that it was an A.I. Eh, details.

He groaned and buried his face into his pillow. He would just deal with it when it came to that. Right now, he just wanted to catch some sleep before school because he damn well needed it.

"Tony, I know this is not the last time I'm going to have to tell you this but you have to sleep-" Pepper gets cut off when she enters the lab because Tony Stark, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist Tony Stark was currently sprawled on the marble surface of his desk(?) as if he had scrambled to get something and not get caught but hadn't made it back to dignity in time.

Tony lets out a long suffering sigh as Pepper rolled her eyes in exasperation. He makes his way across the room to where the newest addition to his hobby -tinkering with whatever the kid made – lay, a hugging robot. While the idea was admirable- a friend for lonely people that would give them hugs all day long (something gave him the suspicion that it was meant for people like him and the avengers when things got too much to bear) – Peter forgot to account for his super strength. He was perfectly fine with the amount of force the bot used to hug him but when the bot had hugged Tony he had almost cracked his back. The incident was followed by profuse apologies on Peter's part and many snarky remarks on his age on Rhodey's part. So now Tony was going to think about a way to fix that. Which wasn't very hard considering how fast he could make mechanised suits of armor but he wasn't actually going to touch it before asking the kid. It was only common mechanical etiquette. Yes, Tony was aware of that word.

But right now he needed something to distract him from Pepper glaring a hole in the back of his head and pretending to tinker will suffice.

"You're hiding something from me."

Tony sighed again. "Yeah well let's face it, its not the first time that has happened."

Pepper rubbed her temples and was about to say something when FRIDAY swooped in.

"If it gives you any reassurance, Miss Potts-" Tony's breath hitched because FRIDAY was a fucking traitor, "he was not doing anything that would upset you. In fact, I'm certain that you will find it amusing when you make him tell you."

Relief was evident in the breath that Tony let out.

"OK, since I trust FRIDAY," she got a withering glare from Tony, "we'll be talking about this later. First, get some sleep. And take a shower. You smell."

"What a marvellous way of expressing your love for me, Miss Potts."

"You should be glad that I still love you." She whispered as she leaned in for a kiss.

(This information is irrelevant because it totally did not happen. Because Tony Stark was not sitting in is lab watching vines on youtube. And he was not doing that because Peter made a dumb comment to himself while tinkering with him in his lab and then looked up as if he remembered that there was no guy in the chair to make a comeback at him.)

I'll be updating this on every Sunday. Idk how long its gonna be so lets just roll with it and see where it goes yeah?