Peter's stomach growled.

Again.

He put a hand to his stomach and silently scolded it. Peter hadn't eaten a real meal in nearly two weeks. His hunger was starting to affect him badly. He was constantly dizzy, and he felt weak. Almost too weak to do his patrol, but he manages. At least he thinks he does. The other day he was stabbed in the back of his shoulder. four separate times.

It still hasn't healed.

His high metabolism doesn't help him any. He was getting extremely skinny much to quickly. He's been wearing baggy, over-sized hoodies to hide it from his friends. Aunt May left after finding out he was Spider-Man and never came back. Peter has been living at the apartment alone ever since.

Peter hasn't seen the Avengers since they left for a mission a few weeks ago. They didn't know Aunt May left, or that he wasn't eating. Pepper has also been out on an important business trip. Ned has been sick for the past week, and MJ was MJ. She came and went, her usually suspicious queen self.

No one knew. Peter wanted to keep it that way.

Grabbing out the form he didn't bother reading, Peter entered his science class. He had to forge May's signature. Not that he cared. Peter placed the paper on the stack that sat on Mr. Kil's desk. He very much disliked Mr. Kil's. He was always getting mad at Peter and even joined in with Flash's taunting and bullying.

Oh ya, Flash has been getting a lot more physical with his bullying recently too.

Speaking of Flash, here he comes now.

Peter was about to sit down in his chair when a to his injured shoulder was shoved. Peter stumbled, biting his cheek to avoid screaming. The pain in his shoulder was almost unbearable. Laughter erupted in the class. Peter tasted blood and his cheek began to throb.

"Your so pathetic, Penis! That's why everyone left you! I wouldn't be surprised if your aunt leaves you soon, just to get away from your pathetic self." She already did. Flash smirked victoriously as he walked to his own seat.

Peter stood on wobbly legs and took his seat. He was careful not to move his injured arm. He didn't want the wounds to open up again, if they hadn't already. The bell rang and everyone continued to talk.

"Class, quiet down!" yelled Mr. Kil's, catching the attention of most of the class. Others soon noticed the silence and stopped their conversations. "Thank you. So I'm sure you all are excited about our field trip today! Especially you, Mr. Parker." Peter looked up in confusion. He had no idea where they were going, nor did he care.

Nothing would be better than the Avengers Tower, where he hung out nearly 24/7 when the Avengers were around. They were basically his family. No, they are his family.

"Well," Mr. Kil's continued, "lets get on that bus!" A few cheers erupted and everyone ran out of the classroom. Peter was the last one out of the school.

Once on the bus, Peter found an empty seat and listened to his music. The bus was too loud. Every vibration hurt his shoulder, and his head was pounding and filled with a dizzy sensation. Every muscle in his body felt weak.

Snap out of it, Peter shook his head, you're fine. you can handle until the end of the day. Get a hold of yourself.

~Look who came down to say hello! Merlin's, great great great great great great great great great cousin, Miller. He's a Hippo!~

They had finally made it to their destination. Sadly, Peter never realized where they were going until they had left the bus. In front of him stood the 100 story building known as Avengers Tower.

Peter had been here a billion times before. He had all access authorization and Friday knew who he was on sight. He had pizza and movie family nights with the Avengers a few times nearly every week. Peter never thought he'd come here for a field trip.

Good thing the Avengers were on a mission right now. If they weren't, Peter would be in a whole load of trouble. The embarrassment would never stop.

An extremely familiar head of security came over and stood before the class with his usual unhappy expression. It was Happy. Peter caught his eye and gave a small smile and a nod. Happy returned it.

"Welcome to the Avengers Tower, Midtown Tech. I'm Happy, the head of security. All our interns are off right now so, I sadly have to give you the tour. When I call your name, come get a pass. Once you have it, make sure it's visible. If you lose it, you'll have to leave. Got it?" Happy explained grumpily. He began calling names.

Peter was starting to feel dizzy again. Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. He was fine.

Happy finished calling out names, and no one seemed to notice that Peter never got one. Not even Flash or Mr. Kil's.

Maybe he'd actually survive this trip.

If only he knew what was awaiting him in his near future.

With another wave of dizziness, he followed his class through the front entrance of the Tower.

He's never actually come in this way before. Usually he entered from the window made for him as Spider-Man, or he went in through the private entrance meant for the Avengers.

It was HUGE.

The walls were gold, and the floor was red. Tony obviously wanted it to be him themed. There was three large desks, each with their own person. To the right of the desks there was an elevator, bordered with security guards, and a technologically advance security system that was run by Friday.

Security. Oh no.

Peter forgot about security.

Friday didn't need a pass from Peter, but she still announced his presence whenever he entered past the buildings security. Worst of all, she called him Mini Stark!

His class had already started going through security. At least he was last in line. Maybe they wouldn't notice.

Sadly his prayers were not answered.

Peter went to just walk through when a security guard stopped him. "Where's your pass?"

" I-I don't need one. " Peter explained nervously.

The security guard glared down at him, "Only Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, the Avengers, and Tony Stark's personal intern have that type of access. You're just a high school student on a field trip. You can't enter the building without a pass."

Peter wasn't sure what to do. Everyone was staring at him. Snickers among his classmates could be heard and Mr. Kils was smirking.

Peter was starting to panic.

Thankfully, Happy came to the rescue. "It's fine, George. The kid is the personal intern. Come on, Peter. You're holding up the tour. Not that I mind."

George gave Peter a suspiciously surprised look before moving to let him pass.

Without realizing it, George just let Peter through to his doom.