- Hello, Ned! Peter! The director sent me a letter that he received last night from Stark Industries with an official invitation to the tour. I... oh, I don't even know how to thank you. I hope you didn't have to pull too many strings to get things organized so quickly. - She was worried about her, clapping Peter's shoulder, and he just wrapped his head in a hurry. He still didn't like the excursion... but the woman's sincere gratitude and anxiety helped him to understand that maybe it wasn't all that bad.
- No, no, everything is fine. Actually, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind mentioning the fact that it was me who helped organize the tour?
Miss Warren was surprised in her eyes, and Peter rushed to explain:
- I just don't want to draw too much attention to myself or anything like that, - he said, and luckily Miss Warren nodded.
- Well, if you're sure.
- Also, if possible, I'd like to meet you there that day rather than taking the bus with everyone, - Peter continued. Tony offered it to him, reminding him that Peter would still come to his Tower on Thursday, and because May had a night shift, it would be much easier and more comfortable if he spent the night there and met his class in the lobby before the tour.
He couldn't say that, though.
- I'm, uh, staying overnight with a friend who lives next to the Tower because I'm working on a project now and I'm going to stay up late, and it would just be pointless to go from the Tower to school just to get back there right away, - he explained instead, stopping at the half-truths. "Well, that's almost half the truth," he told himself. He's really going to be staying late, and he'll probably be working on something. And Tony, well, calling him a friend would be too vague, too superficial, because he's a lot bigger, but he's certainly a friend too.
For a second, Miss Warren seemed doubtful, but eventually nodded.
- Well, I don't see any reason to say no. But I still need your aunt to sign off on the tour. It's a formality. And let her also write that she knows that you will meet us right there.
- Yes, no problem.
Other students began to pull themselves into the classroom, and Peter went back to his usual place next to Ned.
The rest of the lesson went as usual: Flash pushed Peter's textbook off the table with his backpack as if by accident, Ned was showing new videos under the table with Spider-Man when they had completed all the tasks, and even a paper ball thrown by one of Flash's singers, which Peter felt but was forced not to dodge, flew right into his head.
It was only when the lesson came to an end that this routine process changed.
- Listen up, - Ms. Warren slammed her hands to get the students' attention, and only after she had waited for the silence to come did she continue: - Before you leave, I have an important announcement for you. As many of you have noticed, we haven't toured this year and I'm happy to let you know that we're going to correct this omission soon. Next Friday we are going on a tour to Stark Industries.
The reaction was immediate, the same second the students started whispering enthusiastically, and Flash turned in his chair and, meeting Peter's eyes, grinned predatory.
- Don't forget to get permission before you leave. You all know the drill: they must be signed by their parents or guardians and I want to see them on my desk by Wednesday. The bus leaves directly from the school next Friday at eight o'clock in the morning, so don't be late.
Flash intercepted Peter halfway to the lockers, negligently throwing his hand on his shoulders.
- So, don't you want to confess everything by Friday, Parker? - He smirked, apparently, sincerely enjoying what was happening. Ned almost pleaded with Peter, but he just shook his head. - Come on, then. Still, your fictional internship will be revealed as soon as we get to Stark Industries. I'll even be supportive, but only this time. Just admit that you lied to us now, and I'll close my eyes to it. This is a one-time offer, Penis.
- Shut up, Flash, he's not lying, - Ned spit out irritably, and Flash sighed, rolled his eyes and shook his head.
- As you wish, losers. It's even a little sad that you're clinging to your lies like that. Enjoy the time you have left, because you will get what is due to you, and everybody will finally see what a liar you are. Just so you know, I'm pretty sure it's just illegal to spread the word that you're a CI intern when you're not.
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