Summary- Peter has his conference, it could have gone better but oh well. Let's see how Peter Stark copes in school.

(Peter's P.O.V)

It's the day before the conference and I don't want to do it.

But I know I have to.

I haven't gone to school yet, we decided to wait for the announcement of me being a Stark rather than being bombarded with questions about what happened.

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Just as I am going to bed after a long patrol I see Uncle Clint in the kitchen.

I am currently it and I don't want to be it.

I stealthily make my way in, him being oblivious staring at his phone.

I run straight for him and take him to the floor, him letting out a grunt as he hits the floor, I smirk at him and say, "tagaty tag tag."

Just as I say this dad walks in and looks at the scene in front of him, sighing he says, "I thought you two had stopped this."

I look at Uncle Clint who is now standing beside me, looking at each other we both term back and at the same time go, "nah."

Clint pushes me as he leaves mumbling under his breath, "I'll get you back."

I just shake my head and say, "do your worst."

"Pete go to bed. We have the conference tomorrow," dad says looking to me.

I nod saying, "I know, I'll go to bed now."

As I turn and walk down the hall to my room I see Clint outside the kitchen door, when he sees me he smirks and walks away.

What is he planning? I think as I lay in bed drifting to sleep.

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Today is the dreaded day.

Holy Thor I don't want to do this.

After getting ready and changing into something presentable I walk into the kitchen and see everyone dressed smartly.

When they see me they all give me bright smiles and greet me.

I smile back and greet them all.

"It will be okay kiddo. We will all be there for you," my dad says reassuringly to me from beside me.

"I know dad. I'm just scared," I admit looking down.

Dad puts his hand on my shoulder "don't worry Peter, nothing bad will happen."

I nod and carry on eating.

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As we arrive we are all guided into the back, security encircling us from the mobs of fans and paparazzi.

Once we get to the back we all jump onto the sofas and relax as mum and dad go over some things with people.

Uncle Clint looks over at me and I see a mischievous glint sparkle dangerously in his eyes.

Oh God.

"You okay Pete?" Uncle Steve asks, Uncle Bucky and Aunty Nat all giving me worried looks.

"Yeah. I just hope they like me," I reply.

Bucky laughs and I look at him strangely, Nat also is chuckling lightly.

Bucky composes himself, "it's not possible for anyone to not like you," he says, sincerity clear in his voice and his eyes.

"Thanks," I say shyly looking down.

"Peter, you ready kid?" dad asks walking over.

I nod and stad following him out, everyone trailing close behind.

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Everything is going good so far.

I'm currently answering some questions.

I see Clint in the corner of my vision but don't take notice of it as I answer the question.

"Living with the avengers is very normal for m-" I get cut off as I go tumbling to the floor, a weight on top of me.

I hear gasps and the constant clicking then someone say "T. A. G."

Clint get off me and pulls me up dragging me back to the podium.

I glare dangerously at him but he shrugs and walks off, my dad sends an angry glare his way as well.

I clear my throat and carry on where I left off like nothing even happened.

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Once all the questions where done I got off stage, thankful to be off camera.

I decide to ignore Uncle Clint for the rest of the day, I know it's petty but I don't care.

"Hey bud. You did good. I'm sorry that happened though," my dad says once I'm back stage.

"Wasn't your fault," I say, sitting down beside him.

Everyone walks over and I see Clint give me a sheepish grin, I look away from him as everyone hugs me telling me they are proud of me.

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We are home now and sadly I couldn't not talk to Uncle Clint, it's a lot harder than you think.

But now even worse.

I have to go back to school.

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I sigh heavily as we pull up to school, everyone is looking at the car and pointing.

My dad pulls me into a hug telling me I would be fine.

Oh how I wish that was true.

As I step out of the car I spot Ned straight away.

As I start to head his way though I seemed to be swept into a mass crowd of teenager shouting and trying to grab me.

I see MJ come over and push everyone away and grabbing me by the arm pulling me from the crowd.

"Thanks MJ," I say as we walk over to Ned, "don't mention it loser," she says.

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The day passes in a blur of telling people I don't want to be their friend and being mobbed. Flash left me alone thankfully and being a Stark is better than ever.

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