Peter sat at his desk with his head in his hands, only half paying attention to the person speaking. It was always hard for him seeing the other kids bringing their parents to careers day, it was just another reminder of what he didn’t have. Aunt May would have come if she could, she always did her best to but today she had an important interview she couldn’t miss so he couldn’t be mad. The man at the front of the class - Mr. Davids- droned on about his work as an accountant but quickly lost Peters attention to the window. He stared blankly, not focusing on anything in particular, just wanting the day to end so he can put his suit back on and do some good. The heavy feeling in his chest only got worse as time passed, one parent after another trying to make their boering jobs seem interesting. The sound of the class clapping brought him back to reality.

“Thank you Mr. Davids,” the teacher thanked him and invited a mother to stand in front of the class.

Only 30 more minutes ‘til brake . He sighed quietly, not too much longer until you can leave, he hung his head, looking down at his hands, only raising his gaze when he heard the door open and the class collectively gasp.

“Hey kid, hope I’m not too late,” a smile spread across Peters face. Tony fucking Stark, in a suit that was probably worth more than Aunt May’s car, and glasses to match made it to his careers day.