AS PER REQUESTED BY PRACTICALLY EVERYONE OK HERE WE GO
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Flash jumped onto his bed, pulling out his phone. Today had been a good Saturday. He flicked through his apps, trying to decide what to do before deciding on Instagram. A video popped up from Benjamin's Camera in his feed and his eyes widened at the caption.

3mil face reveal! Still regretting this lol

He clicked eagerly, almost bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Hey guys, it's Michelle. We hit 3 million followers, much to Ben's annoyance-"

*groan in the background*

"-and so now, you guys have the lucky chance to know who the man behind the lens is."

Flash rolled his eyes. "Shut up MJ and let Ben talk, sheesh."

"Give me the phone really quick." *shows the sky and MJ pulling faces* "Hey, so here it is, the dreaded video that I didn't want to do, but I'm doing anyway because apparently I don't break promises. But before I show you guys, just a quick backstory about the name and the idea and all this.

"Oh come ooooon!" Flash whined. "Get to the good part!" He grabbed a packet of chips, frowning.

"I had a very close connection with my uncle, Benjamin, who loved photography."

"Huh. Sounds like Parker." Too much like Parker. Could he be...? Flash shook his head. Of course not, Puny Parker wasn't nearly that talented.

"So on my 13th birthday, he gave me his old camera, which didn't get used to often. Then a year later, he died in a tragic accident, and the camera was abandoned until I knocked it off a bookshelf."

Flash snorted. What a comedian.

"I wasn't in a great headspace, but photography helped me and so did my girlfriend and you guys. So thank you, and now, the moment you've been waiting for."

*movement on camera as MJ gets the camera back*

Flash bounced excitedly, the chips forgotten.

"Here we are, meet Peter Parker!"

He screamed, hoping they were joking. They weren't.

*shows Peter and MJ smiling*

"Yup, if you know me, you know me and probably didn't expect this, but hey! I'm in high school, I'm a nerd, and that's all you need to know."

Flash pegged his phone at the wall, nearly sobbing. "WHYYYYYYYYYY!? WHY WOULD HE DO THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!? HE RUINS EVERYTHING!" He flopped dramatically on his bed, punching the pillows. He ignored the two losers talking about Peter.

"Hey, Flash." Mrs Thompson stuck her head in her son's room. "Did you hear about Benjamin?"

Flash responded with a scream into his pillow. "Kill me now."

Scott shoved another mouthful of popcorn in his mouth, eyes glued to the screen. The movie had him hooked. Hope walked in, followed by Natasha. Scott and Hope had recently moved into the Compound with the other Avengers, and they hit off. Natasha had basically adopted Hope as a sister, the pair dragging each other around the place and picking on Scott and Clint.

"Hey," Hope said, stealing the bowl of popcorn. "You seen the new post on Benjamin's Camera?"

Scott sat up, diving for his phone. "Did he do the face reveal did he do the face reveal HE DID THE FACE REVEAL!" He bounced excitedly, stealing the popcorn back from Hope. "Hahaaaaaah... awwwww, he's so smaaaaaall."

Hope snickered. "He's fifteen."

"A child."

The elevator dinged and they all turned, watching as Tony walked out, laughing with someone in tow.

"Absolutely not, your aunt would cook me alive in that walnut date loaf she makes."

Scott gaped. The kid Stark was talking to, that was Ben. The Ben, who was actually Peter Parker, but still. "You're... you're-"

Peter blinked, giving Scott an awkward wave. "Hi."

Hope smacked her partner on the back of his head. "This is Scott, I'm Home, and he is a massive dork and loves your work."

"Thank you," Peter smiled, bouncing a little on his feet. He followed Tony down to his lab, suddenly regretting all of his life decisions. "I'm famous now, aren't I?"

"Yup," Tony replied, popping the 'p'. "Have fun with that. I'll teach you everything you need to know about avoiding paparazzi."

"Oh gosh here we go again."

          
Peter arrived at school, walking through the doors having completely forgotten what he had done over the weekend. The loud chatter was usual, buzzing around him as he unlocked his locker.

"Hey! It's him!"

The hall went silent. Peter gulped, feeling all eyes on him. Well... this is awkward. Do I tell them that I'm Spider-Man as well?

MJ sauntered up, followed by Ned. "Well, we're famous," she said, smirking.

Peter groaned, resting his head on the cool metal as whispers started floating around. "Kill me nowwwwwww."

"Absolutely not, we've got decathlon." She grabbed the boys, a wrist in each hand as she dragged them down the corridor, almost throwing them into the meeting. Abe looked up.

"Ayo, it's the famous photographer."

Peter pulled a face, half of his top lip pulling up in a done expression. "He also regrets everything."

Cindy snorted, opening her textbook. "You are really good though," she said.

Peter gave her a smile. "Thanks."

Flash looked up from where he had supposedly been furiously reading. He pouted, the corners of his mouth turned down farther than humanly possible. He inhaled sharply for a very, very long time before returning to his reading.

MJ snickered. "Should I tell him the other-"

Peter slapped a hand over her mouth. "SHUSH I HAVE ENOUGH SECRETS SPILT, THANKS."

The chuckled, giggling before erupting into silent laughter as she dropped to the floor, slapping Peter's foot.

Peter blinked and her, slightly befuddled. "You are not ok."

She shot him a pair of finger guns. "Right on."

Woot hi lol I'm weird ok goodnight I HAVE no sanity bai