Summary- When Peter and his class arrive, and Peter is hurt, what will be the repercussions.

(Third Person P.O.V)

When Peter was born, everyone knew they would do anything for the child that lit up everyone's days.

So that's why, when Pepper walked into the kitchen after putting Peter to bed she found all the avengers around a piece of paper, and by everyone, I mean, everyone.

"Tony. What's going on?" She asks, pushing through to look at the paper.

Looking to the sheet that reads- Peter Stark protection squad, sign here:

She sees everyone's names and can't help the smile that lights her face.

Turning to her husband she says, "where's the pen."

And that, is how Peter became the most protected child on the world, even with two AI's that would also protect the child.

(Flash's P.O.V)

Today will be the end of Penis Parker.

He deserves it, he always lies about knowing Tony Stark, and apparently being his personal intern.

Like, there is no way he can be his personal intern, why would someone want that, instead of me.

My dad is one of Tony Stark's lawyers and he was able to pull some strings for our decathlon team to go on a tour of the tower.

Meaning the perfect way for me to expose that lying idiot.

I will make sure he will pay for all his lies.

(Peter's P.O.V)

I can't believe this is my life.

How is it my luck that I have to go on a school trip, to my own gosh dang it house.

"Dad. Do I really have to go," I whine as I look at him with my puppy eyes.

He looks at me then hastily looks away and slamming his eyes shut.

"Yes Pete. And don't use that little trick on me, it won't work if I don't look at you," he says, a smirk on his face.

I sigh and mumble under my breath as I leave for school early, wanting to fit in some early morning patrol.

I don't bother telling dad, just saying I'm going to the library to study instead.

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So maybe I shouldn't of gone patrolling.

Some dude stabbed me in the shoulder, I might have super healing and strength, but I still feel the pain.

And oh wow did it hurt.

I know my shoulder won't be healed until at least tonight, which is not ideal.

Luckily I made sure Karen didn't tell dad so I'm in the clear.

Looking at the time I swear as I see I only have twenty minutes to get to school and clean and wrap my shoulder.

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Getting to school was painful, I couldn't swing with both arms, so I only used one and it's a lot harder than it looks.

I made it with one minute to spare which is good for me honestly.

As I walk onto the bus and sit next to Ned, I can't help but see Flash giving me the most deadly look I've seen from him.

I just ignore him and think back to my shoulder, reminding myself not to move it too much as the stitches might break because I did them in such a rush.

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"Come on Peter. We're here," Ned says from beside me, snapping me from my thoughts.

"Thanks dude," I say as I stand and walk of the bus.

Just as I step off the bus a hand shoves my wounded shoulder, sending me to the floor.

The pain is immediate as the stabbed shoulder his the floor.

I suck in a breath, trying to clear the black spots that dance around my vision, threatening to envelop my vision; swallow me down.

"Are you okay?" Ned says from somewhere above me.

Taking a deep breath, wincing when pain shoots up my shoulder, I stand.

"I'm fine," I say quietly, trying not to let my voice waver.

Looking to my shoulder, I can feel that the stitches have broken, and know it's only time until the blood starts to seep through my clothes.

Flash glares at me and again I look away, moving my arm to rest across my chest to keep my shoulder from moving.

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We walk in and are met by a tour guide.

I keep glancing at my shoulder, seeing a little red start to make itself present.

Oh no.

As the tour guide, her name is Jules, hands out the passes she skips me out, sending me a smile.

Flash saunters past me, wanting to go through first.

But when he walks past he elbows me harshly into my ribs, whispering, "I hope you're ready."

I shut my eyes, trying to ignore the pain gnawing away at my shoulder and now my ribs.

-

Everyone has walked through the scanner and now it's my turn.

Taking out my badge, level 10, the highest obviously, I walk through.

At first everything is fine, until I hear 'Injuries detected. Protect Peter Stark protocol activated. No one move,' FRIDAY says, lights suddenly start flashing.

Everyone looks to me in shock, most likely for the name that was said, and the fact I'm hurt.

Looking back down at my shoulder, I see the blood has now started to show a lot through my jumper.

Oops.

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Dad comes barreling toward me, medical staff just behind him.

Once his eyes land on me, he seem to sigh slightly, until his eyes catch the growing blood on my jumper.

"What happened?" He asks, as he moves me to sit against a wall.

I look at him, and whisper, "patrol. Stabbed."

He looks at me and shakes his head mumbling, "kids these days."

Security have made a ring around us, keeping us out of the prying eyes of the class.

As the medical team cut off my jumper and shirt, dad frowns when he sees the split stitches and bruised ribs.

"How have they broken," he asks, looking at me a little worried.

"I don't know," I lie, hoping he won't find out the truth.

Before he or I can say anything else, FRIDAY says, 'It appears Eugene 'Flash' Thompson pushed the young sir to the floor, causing his stitches to split. And elbowed him in the chest, causing the bruising to his chest and ribs.'

FRIDAY is the biggest snitch.

Dad looks to me with soft eyes, but as soon as he looks away his eyes turn hard and unforgiving.

He turns around and the security open slightly, letting him pass.

The medical team come around and help to sort me out.

I only hear snippets of what my dad is saying-

"HOW DARE YOU HURT MY SON"

"OH YOUR DAD WORKS FOR ME. NOT ANYMORE"

"THIS DOESN'T GET OUT TO ANYONE, UNDERSTAND".

Dad comes back through, a smile on his face as he looks at me.

"Hey Petey. You might be hurt, but you're still in trouble for going patrolling without telling me," dad says, looking at me with his dad face.

I smile innocently and reply "Okay."

He lightly pulls me into a hug and says, "I'm happy that you're okay Pete. I love you 3000 Petey."

Smiling into him I say, "I love you 3000 too dad."

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