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“Hey, you guys going to Flash’s party tonight?” Betty asked Peter and Ned.
The two boys looked up from the chemistry project they had been working on.
“Ummmm...” Ned hesitated.
“Yeah, Uh- absolutely, we’ll be there Betty.” Peter spoke up, feeling like he needed to act as Ned’s wingman.
“Awesome! I’ll see you tonight then,” she smiled at them both and turned back to sit by MJ at their chemistry table.
Ned turned to Peter who went back to focusing on their project. “Dude. Don’t you go to the tower on Friday’s?” He asked in a concerned tone.
“I mean yeah, but Mr. stark is always asking me why I never do teenagery things.” Peter replied, “I mean we might as well. Plus you’ve liked Betty for so long and you just helped me out with MJ last week soooo I do owe you one.”
“Peter, they’re probably going to be drinking. They always do at Flash’s parties.” His best friend pointed out.
Peter knew everyone was going to be drinking, he was even considering doing it. He figured his best shot at getting Ned to go was pretending like he had no idea and that they weren’t going to touch any alcohol.
“Okay, well... we’ll just leave that part out. How about I say I’m going to your house and you just say you’re coming to mine,” Peter bargained.
“Okay... I mean, I think we can pull this off. It just seems sketchy,” Ned added.
Peter and Ned talked about their plan for the remainder of their class time. They argued, but finally ended up agreeing to go. Ned had no idea Peter had been considering drinking, if he knew he definitely would’ve said no.
—————
School ended and Happy picked Peter up to bring him back to the tower. Peter had been spending a lot of time there lately ever since Tony and May made a deal where Peter spends one week at May’s and one week at the tower.
Peter and Tony sat in the lab, working on their suits.
“Hey Mr. Stark, do you care if I spend the night at Ned’s house? I mean I know I’m supposed to be here for the weekend but Ned really wanted me to come over to build this new Lego set he got and I-“
“Kid- of course you can go,” Tony cut off Peter’s rambling.
Peter went on, “I just feel bad because I know the weekends are our time and we always work on new things and-“
“Pete, you’re a kid. Go do kid things,” Tony reassured him.
“Okay, okay thank you Mr. Stark,” the kid thanked his mentor.
———
Steve, Nat, Bucky, Sam, Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Peter sat in the common room just after finishing dinner.
“Pete, you need a ride to Ned’s tonight?” Tony asked Peter as he was standing up from the couch, about to go pack his stuff for tonight.
“Uh- um no Mr. Stark that’s okay uh- thank you though.” Peter answered quickly. “I kinda just wanna swing there, I mean it’s only 5 minutes that way and what, 10-15 minutes by car. Plus I wouldn’t wanna waste your time ya know and I’m sure you guys have plans tonight and I wouldn’t wanna interrupt those...” Peter rambled.
Clint raised his eyebrow and looked at Nat knowingly. The two shared similar glances.
“Alright kid. Let me know if you change your mind,” Tony told him.
Peter thanked the man and walked to his room, faster than usual. It was more than obvious Peter was up to something, but no one called him out on it yet.
Peter was kicking himself for how awkward he can be, as well as a bad liar. He quickly shoved a tshirt, sweatshirt, jeans, a water bottle, and a bottle of UV Blue in his backpack. The UV had been hidden under his bed for a little while now, he had stolen it from May’s liquor cabinet weeks ago and figured she wouldn’t notice, which he was right about. Since everyone decided he needed to do normal teenage things, he thought it would be a good idea to save that in case any situations like tonight came up.
He grabbed his backpack, trying his hardest not to make the bottles clink, and ran out to say goodbye to everyone.
“What time you planning on coming home tomorrow, kid?” Tony questioned.
“Uhhh is 12:00pm okay?” The kid turned to face his mentor slowly, careful not to clink the bottles.
Tony nodded, “Okay kid I’ll send Happy over at 12:00-“
“No!” Peter cut him off, “Um- I mean no that’s okay Mr. Stark, I wouldn’t want to disturb Happy or anything. I can just swing back in the morning.”
Sam and Bucky shared the same smirk with each other, knowing what the kid was up to. They could hear the bottles in his backpack clinking from a mile away. How no one else heard that was shocking.
“Whatever you say kid. See you tomorrow,” Tony said as he waved the kid out.
Everyone said goodbye to the kid and he was quickly out the door. It was obvious he raised some eyebrows with how suspicious he was acting so he got out of there as soon as he could.
“Anyone else think the kid was acting suspicious?” Clint asked the other avengers sitting around in the common room.
“Definitely,” Natasha spoke up. She could see the kid was up to something from a mile away.
“He’s always nervous and fidgety like that,” Tony blew off the weird behavior.
“But this time it was different.. something seemed off. Like he was up to something,” Clint added.
“Yeah, I’ve seen Peter be nervous before, but not like that,” Bruce chimed in.
Sam and Bucky sat on the couch near the corner, giggling like little kids. Everyone turned to see what they were up to.
Sam noticed the looks his friends were giving him so he spoke up, “Did you people seriously not hear the clinking sounds that backpack was making? We obviously all know what the kid is up to tonight,” he smirked.
Bucky smiled. He was shocked yet proud the kid had the balls to try and pull something like this off.
“There’s no way my kid is going out to some party tonight, if that’s what you’re implying,” Tony assured the team. Bruce nodded and seemingly agreed with his friend.
Most didn’t think twice about the fact Tony just called Peter “his kid,” well, besides Cap, who smiled at that. It was nice to see how much Peter and Tony admired each other.
“Peter’s never even done anything like that before so we can’t just assume he would do that,” Steve said as he tried to level with everyone. They all exchanged uncertain glances. Tony decided he would put this whole ‘drunk Peter’ situation to rest.
“Okay, tell you what. I’ve got a tracker in the kid’s watch so we’ll see where he’s going,” the billionaire bargained.
“LETS SEND REDWING OUT THERE TO SPY!” Sam offered, way too excitedly.
“Oh my god, please. This will be amazing,” Bucky snickered. Nat bit back her smile.
Tony rolled his eyes at his childish teammates.
“Fine. But only if his location is off, then we’ll send out the drone. And I don’t like how excited you two are about this.” He pointed at Sam and Bucky, who sat there chuckling.
“Alright somebody make popcorn and drinks because this is going to be amazingggg,” Sam laughed to himself.
“Five bucks says Peter’s wasted by the time we find him,” Bucky challenged the group.
“Yeah, I’ll take that bet,” Bruce said pulling out his wallet.
They all started betting on what the teenage superheroes antics were.
————-
About an hour later, they decide to send out the drone. Peter’s location had stayed in the same spot for 45 minutes. Much to Tony’s dismay, he agreed it was time to see what the kid was up to. It took less than 10 minutes for the drone to find Peter.
“Holyyyy shit, we called it.” Sam commented, causing Bucky to snicker. Bruce pulled $5 out of his jacket and handed it to Bucky.
There, on the giant TV screen, was Peter Parker holding a half empty bottle of UV blue, surrounded by other semi- drunk teenagers. Ned stood next to him on his left, looking unimpressed and definitely sober.
Tony couldn’t decide if he should be angry or if he should laugh. It was kind of funny to see the kid squirm so much when he was lying to the Avengers faces. That and the fact he could tell Peter was slightly drunk. He knew if he was going to be wasted, it was going to take a lot more than that.
The group of superheroes stared at the screen, and suddenly Flash Thompson appeared in Redwing’s view.
“Penis Parker what is up?!” Flash and Peter laughed. They finally started getting along this year and everyone, literally everyone, could not decide if that was a good or bad thing.
“Listen dude, we’re all going outside and we’re having a drinking contest. Don’t be a pussy and come outside.” He patted Peter on the back as he made his way through the kitchen and out the back door.
Peter looked at Ned who was starting to regret coming here at all.
“Peter, we’re not supposed to be drinking. We just came here to talk to MJ and Betty. They’re not even drinking,” He told his friend and pointed over to the two girls who were sitting at the countertop, laughing with each other. Peter smiled like a lovesick puppy at the sight of MJ.
“Well at least Ted and the girls are being smart,” Tony said annoyingly.
“Well would ya look at that, I think Peter has a crush on that girl,” Sam snickered and pointed at who Peter was staring at.
Even with how mad Tony was getting, the thought of Peter having a crush on a girl was adorable. He recognized MJ after Sam had pointed her out. Peter had always been hanging out with her, he even mentioned her a few times. Tony had wondered if anything had been there before, but now it definitely seems like there is.
“So what should we do? Do we go there and get him?” Steve spoke up, concern lacing his voice.
“C’mon Steve, just a couple more minutes,” Sam pleaded.
“Yeah, It’s like a reality show. We get to watch all the dumb shit the kid is getting into,” Bucky laughed earning him a quick glare and eye roll from Tony.
Tony brought his attention back to the screen as he saw Peter leaving, Redwing followed behind discreetly.
The teen superhero was heading out the back door with the UV in his hand and now a bottle of Green Apple Pucker in the other, courtesy of Flash.
“Jesus. You’re a billionaire, you’d think the kid would be able to afford some better bottles of liquor,” Clint uttered after seeing the cheap alcohol the kid was drinking.
Tony rolled his eyes at that, not because he was mad at Clint, but because he was getting more and more pissed at how irresponsible Peter was being.
His protégée stood outside in the backyard of Flash’s house now. Peter, Flash, and a bunch of football players were making bets on who could drink the most and not puke. A crowd had started to form, with MJ, Betty, and Ned in the front. MJ grabbed the back of Peter’s shirt, dragging him towards his friends.
“Sup loser,” she gave him a nod, “you sure you should be doing this? I mean you’ve already had like half the bottle of that,” she pointed at the bottle of blue liquid in his hand.
“MJ, I promise I’m fine,” he smiled and reassured her.
“Well we just don’t want you to get sick or anything.” MJ told her slightly drunk friend, sounding slightly concerned.
“Alright. I like Peter’s girlfriend.” Tony announced, trying to see the positive sides of the situation. The team nodded their heads in agreement.
Peter assured his friends he would be fine and stepped back to the middle of the crowd.
The kids around all made their bets, with only a few betting on Peter. The kids who did were about to make some money.
Each teen in the center of the circle had either a mixed drink or beer in their hands, except Peter, who had the entire UV Blue bottle in one hand AND the Green Apple Pucker bottle in the other. You know, in case he finishes one of the bottles and needs to jump to the next.
The football players looked over at Peter with the bottles and snickered.
“Dude, there’s no way in hell you can beat us when you’re drinking that.” The quarterback told Peter.
“Nah man I’m good. Don’t worry about me,” Peter looked over to him and smiled with a cocky grin. The jock rolled his eyes.
Bucky couldn’t help but feel proud of the shy kid he thought he knew. He looked at the others who also looked slightly impressed.
“...go!” One of the football kids yelled.
Ned watched as Peter brought the UV bottle to his lips and started chugging the contents. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and walked away, out of the cameras view.
Peter got on one knee and finished what was left of the hard liquor before one of the football players could even finish one of their mixed drinks. He tossed it on the ground before screwing of the lid to the next bottle. A lot of people exchanged surprised glances, they all thought Peter looked like a pro.
Flash looked at him with wide eyes then started cheering, “Holy shittttt go Peter!”
“That’s it. I’m getting the kid,” Tony said as he stood up from the couch, “his ass is grounded until college.”
Before he could get to the door, his phone rang.
“Happy, what’s up?” He answered.
The head of security replied, sounding confused, “Uh well I just got a call from Peter’s friend, Ted? Yeah, sounded frustrated and said Peter was wasted and he didn’t know who else to call. I don’t know if the kids are just messing around or wha-“ Tony cut Happy off before he could finish.
“Yeah, Happy. The kid’s wasted. You still around? I think I’m too pissed to drive myself.” Tony said sounding annoyed.
“Car’s already running boss.” Happy informed him.
He was walking out the door to leave when Steve stood up and followed.
“Here Tony, let me come with you, I’ll help,” Steve offered.
They both walked out the door, into the elevator, and went down to the garage where Happy stood outside the car waiting. They all went on their way to retrieve the drunk teenager.
The rest of the Avengers stayed behind and sat on the couch, watching the kid get himself into even more trouble.
———-
Peter won the drinking contest and was halfway done with the Green Apple Pucker when the rest of the group gave up. If he didnt have a fast metabolism his ass would be blacked out lying in a bush somewhere. But there he was, still pretty wasted, slurring his words, trying to impress MJ.
“Okay loser seriously, if you don’t stop drinking I’m not going to like you anymore.” MJ scolded her drunk friend.
“Ooooh so youuu likeee me huh?” He slurred.
MJ smirked at him, “you’re an idiot if you just figured that out.” She helped him walk over to one of the chairs out on the patio. “I’m gonna admit, that was pretty impressive. Incredibly stupid and I’m gonna be pissed at you for a long time, but impressive.”
Tony was watching everything on his tablet to make sure the kid didn’t get in even more trouble. Steve sat in the back of the car, hearing every word, along with Happy who was driving. Happy couldn’t stop thinking about how it was just kind of funny seeing the kid get himself into this kind of situation, along with seeing Tony turn into complete Dad-mode.
Ned whispered to MJ that he called Happy and they were on their way to pick up Peter. Peter sat their completely oblivious to the quiet conversation the other two were having.
“Okay loser, you gotta go home soon,” MJ told Peter.
“MJ noooo m’sorry,” Peter slurred. He grabbed his crush’s hand, begging her not to make him go home.
MJ knew she should shut her mouth because the more she talked about him going home, the more he would be difficult.
“Okay fine, but let’s all walk out to the front lawn, okay?” MJ coaxed Peter into coming with.
He nodded and MJ put her arm around him, helping him walk to the front of the house.
“M’sorry MJ,” Peter looked at the ground.
“It’s okay loser,” she smiled.
They sat on the ground next to each other. She held his hand and he let his head lean on her shoulder. Ned and Betty were close by to help keep an eye on Peter and help when needed but they were ultimately having their own conversation.
“You’re soooo prettyyy,” he blurted, making MJ laugh.
She turned to look at Peter, he stared back at her, with a goofy grin rising on his face. She looked down at his lips and back up to his eyes, before going in and kissing him.
She pulled away and looked at him,” I’m sorry Peter I don’t know why I- I just- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that especially at a time like this.”
Peter grinned, “MJ, I may be superrrr drunk but ‘m gonna remember th’t forever.” He laid back on the grass with the biggest smile on his face.
MJ smiled too. She really liked Peter. She laid back with him, waiting for Happy or Tony to arrive.
——
Tony watched the entire scene unfold on his tablet. He saw MJ helping Peter walk to the front yard where they sat down on the lawn.
“You’re soooo prettyyy,” Tony heard Peter say to MJ through his tablet. Peter’s comment made the 3 men in the car laugh.
“Good God,” Tony chuckled. He might have been extremely mad but the kid was too darn adorable. Especially when he was trying to flirt with a girl.
———
MJ lifted her head up when she heard a car pulling up to Flash Thompson’s house. She stood up and tried to help Peter up but he refused, not realizing Happy, Tony, and Steve just pulled up. Tony and Steve got out of the car and Happy stayed in the driver’s seat.
The two men walked over and stood next to where Peter was laying.
“Alright kid you had your fun. Get up.” Tony demanded, sounding pretty pissed.
“Oh fuckkk,” Peter said as he opened his eyes to see his mentor standing over him, “Umm hi Mr. st’rk.”
Tony rolled his eyes and Peter tried standing up, struggling in the process. Peter knew he was in deep shit but couldn’t help himself acting like a complete idiot due to all the alcohol he drank.
“MJ I assume?” Tony asked the tall brunette standing next to Peter trying to help him.
“Yep,” MJ shrugged, “Nice to meet you Stark.”
Tony chuckled, “Thanks for taking care of him.”
“Of course. Thanks for taking the idiot home.” She rolled her eyes. Tony laughed. He definitely liked her.
Tony went over and thanked Ned for calling Happy and for helping take care of him. He appreciated how good of a friend Ned was.
The two Avengers that came to collect the drunk teen soon realized that Peter wasn’t getting to the car without help, so Steve decided to pick him up. He bent down and put his arm around Peter’s legs, lifting Peter up and throwing him over his shoulder.
“This ‘s sooo ‘mbarrassing.” Peter said sounding agitated. Steve smiled. Steve may have been disappointed, but he and Bucky did the same thing when they were Peter’s age so they understood.
MJ giggled watching Captain America carry her soon-to-be boyfriend’s drunk ass over his shoulder.
Steve walked to the car and set Peter down in the back. He buckled the kid and sat next to him. Tony got in the front seat and Happy drove off. At this point, Tony was livid with how irresponsible Peter was being. He couldn’t decide if he should give the kid his lecture now or when they arrived back at the tower.
———
The group at the tower watched and laughed as Steve carried Peter back to the car. The car sped off so Sam shut off Redwing and the drone flew back to the tower.
“Make some popcorn! They’ll be here in like 20 minutes, the show’s just about to start,” Sam laughed.
Nat smirked at how excited Clint, Sam, and Bucky were to see drunk Peter AND Peter about to get his ass chewed out. Peter never did anything like this before, So they were all pretty shocked yet impressed at how rebellious the kid could be.
“How much you wanna bet the kid will cry when Tony yells at him?” Bucky snickered as he turned towards Bruce.
“Oh no, I’m definitely not taking that bet. That’s a given,” Bruce giggled.
————
After about 3 minutes Peter broke the silence. “M’sorry Mr. St’rk.” He slurred.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it.” Tony bit back.
Happy found the entire situation hilarious but acted completely emotionless in the car, he didn’t need Tony to chew his ass out too. Plus Happy was dating May. When May finds out and bitches at Peter, then he’ll be allowed to laugh.
The car fell silent until Peter randomly started laughing. Tony turned around with an eyebrow raised.
“The hell could you possible be laughing at?” Tony asked the teenager.
“Sam and Bucky are pr’bbly gonna make fun ‘f me f’rever about this,” He giggled. Steve smiled and bit back a laugh. Tony rolled his eyes and shook his head. He was planning out his entire lecture the rest of the ride home.
They got back to the tower and all 4 of them stepped into the elevator, bringing them to the common room. Tony had the back of Peter’s sweatshirt gripped in his hand so he wouldn’t fall over.
“Heyyyyy guys,” Peter laughed and gave the adults finger guns.
All of them sat there looking at the kid, amusement written all over their faces.
“Ahhh teenagers,” Clint smirked.
Tony grabbed a chair for Peter to sit in. He didn’t care about yelling at the kid in private at this point.
“Sit,” Tony demanded.
Peter knew when to listen to Tony and now was definitely one of those times. He was a little scared of his mentor at the moment, so ultimately he decided to obey Tony. He flopped himself into the chair and looked up at his mentor, with guilt lacing his face.
“God Peter! I don’t even know where to start! That was so goddam irresponsible!” His mentor scolded, “First, you lie to me, then you get wasted at some other kids house while his parents are out of town? Peter, what if the cops came and you got arrested? Huh? I’m sure May wouldn’t appreciate the 2:00am phone call from jail!” Tony sighed, “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Peter shrugged.
Steve started, “Peter, we’re all very disappointed in you. You lied to all of us.”
Peter looked at the floor, ashamed in himself. He was especially embarrassed that all of his teammates knew he was wasted and that he was getting his ass chewed out in front of them. Even Happy was there watching the scene.
“Where’d you even get the alcohol from?” Tony questioned.
“I took it from May,” Peter replied quietly, eyes still glued to the floor.
“You stole this alcohol from May?!” Tony started shouting again.
“I mean, you d’d tell me t’ do ‘teenage things,’” he air quoted.
Peter’s sass surprised the group. Sam had to cover his mouth so he didn’t burst out laughing.
“You wanna repeat that?” Tony glared at the kid.
“Uh- no,” he replied, knowing this was a fight he wasn’t going to win. He wasn’t really interested in the conversation anyways. He started to feel sick and he just wanted to go to bed.
Tony could see the kid falling asleep.
“Peter just go to your room. We’ll deal with this in the morning.” He told his drunken teen.
“Wait, are you g’nna take the suit away?” He looked to his mentor with puppy dog eyes.
“Maybe I should. Doesn’t seem like you deserve it, right?” Tony shot back.
Peter nodded and tears started to well up in his eyes. He was not about to cry in front of the avengers. He sloppily stood up walked to his room with his head down like a kicked puppy. He plopped in his bed and let the tears fall.
Tony came in a few minutes later to make sure Peter was on his side. Sure enough, the kid was already asleep. His curly hair looked messier than ever and his mouth was slightly open. He was quietly snoring and Tony took in the sight. Yes, he was pissed, but Peter just always managed to look so sweet and innocent. Tony loved that about him. He grabbed the covers and tucked Peter in, noticing the tears that stained his pillow. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so hard on the kid after all, he was doing that kind of stuff at Peter’s age too. He made a mental note to talk to the kid about that in the morning. He then set down a water bottle and some Advil on his nightstand then put the garbage next to his bed.
———
Peter woke up feeling like shit. His head hurt, he was dizzy, and couldn’t tell if he was about to throw up or not.
The thoughts from last night came flooding back. Lying to the avengers, winning a drinking contest, MJ kissing him, him being too wasted to function, Steve carrying him to the car, and lastly, the Avengers all watching him get yelled at by Mr. Stark. He groaned and put his hands over his face. He grabbed the Advil and bottle of water, took the pills, and a sip of water. He knew he had to get out of bed but was terrified to go out and face everyone.
“Hello, Peter. Mr. Stark has now been informed that you are awake, and he is requesting your presence in the kitchen.” Friday announced, sounding cheerful. Not that it helped the situation at all.
Peter suddenly had the urge to throw up so he quickly grabbed the trash can next to his bed. He laid with his head off the bed and in the trash can for at least 5 minutes. He finally decided to get out of bed and face the rest of the team. He walked to the bathroom sink and splashed some water in his face to wake himself up, not really feeling good enough to care what he looked like. He left his room and walked into the hall, out to the kitchen where the group of superheroes sat, eating breakfast.
Sam and Bucky snickered when he trudged into the room. It was painfully obvious he was hungover.
“Well good morning sunshine,” Tony joked. He couldn’t help but laugh at the state his kid was in
“Hi guys,” Peter said sleepily.
“Well, you so obviously have to be hungover so sit down and eat something,” Tony ordered.
Peter grabbed a pancake and sat at the counter between Bucky and Steve. Bucky put his arm around the back of his neck.
“Ahhh you got a lot to learn kid,” Bucky laughed.
“By the way, you’re soooo incredibly grounded,” Tony said to Peter. “Then again, my punishment will be nothing compared to what May will have to say about this.”
“What! You can’t tell May?! Are you crazy?? She’ll kill me.” Peter freaked out.
“Oh, as crazy as the 17 year old that decided to get wasted and lied to a group of adults about where he was going?” Tony asked sarcastically.
“Alright that whole conversation can be put on hold. Peter we wanna know the good stuff,” Sam said with a smirk. “So who’s MJ?” He wiggled his eyebrows at the kid.
Peter immediately blushed and looked back at his pancake.
“MJ’s just a friend..” he replied sheepishly.
“Yeah, because her lips all over yours definitely made it seem like you guys are ‘just friends,’” Sam joked.
Peter’s head jerked up from his plate.
“What?” He turned away from Sam to look at Tony. “How do you know about that? You weren’t even there yet!”
“Thanks a lot Wilson,” Tony remarked.
“You guys spied on me?!?” Peter’s voice raised. “Oh my god this is so embarrassing.” He put his hands over his face.
Everyone giggled.
“Well next time don’t do something so stupid.” Tony responded. “But seriously, you got a little girlfriend now? I mean the way you were hitting on her all night...”
“Oh my God,” he facepalmed. “How much did you see?”
“MJ, yOu’rE sOooO pReTty,” Sam mocked, making everyone burst out laughing.
Peter’s eyes widened and he groaned, “ugh, this sucks,” He rubbed his forehead, remembering every embarrassing thing he did last night.
“Safe to say you’re underage drinking days are over?” Steve questioned with a smile on his face.
“Definitely,” Peter grumbled.
Everyone laughed at the hungover kid who sat at the counter, incredibly embarrassed.
“Alright so let’s talk punishment,” Tony started. Peter groaned.