**A/N: Just a one-shot inspired by my some of my favorite tropes: field trips and Peter being sassy when he's on the clock. Anyways, enjoyyyyy!**

Peter spun in his desk chair, waiting for his dad to get back. The teen had been waiting for a while now, and it was starting to really get to him. Peter hated being bored, more than anything else.

"FRIDAY?" The AI sprang to life, greeting the young man enthusiastically. "Where's Dad?"

"Mr. Stark appears to be in a meeting currently. Would you like me to send him a message via his bluetooth headset?"

"Yes, please. Ask him when he will be done, and why he decided to let me skip school today to work on the suit if he was going to be in meetings all day."

There was a few minutes of silence as Peter waited for his father's reply.

Just as he was about to give up and pull out his phone to play a game, FRIDAY sparked back to life. "Mr. Stark would like to remind you that he hadn't planned on having meetings, and that Ms. Potts has changed his schedule unexpectedly. He says not to touch the suit without him, but to head down to the intern lab and see if anyone needs help."

Peter knew why his father didn't want him working on the suit alone. Last time Peter had worked on his superhero costume without Tony supervising him, he'd disabled nearly every "safety" protocol the billionaire had created, including the automatic communication between Karen and FRIDAY if Peter sustained injuries.

The teen sighed. His father would for sure know if he worked on the suit without him, so instead, Peter decided to take Tony's advice and head down to the intern labs to see what he could do there.

Peter bounced down the hall, flapping the arms of his sweater, an old MIT sweatshirt his dad had let him borrow. The ride down to the labs was quick, and Peter hummed to himself as he waited.

When he stepped out onto the floor, he was stunned into silence. There were interns running all over the lab, each on working on as many as 3 projects at once. There were 2 interns typing at computers furiously, while glancing over their backs at 3 other interns frantically putting out a fire. One intern had fallen to her knees, trying to gather up spilled papers on the floor while still typing an email on her StarkPad in her left hand. 2 young men were trading places at a lab table rapidly, each one taking turns mixing chemicals and recording the results.

"Woah, what's going on down here?" At the sound of the Big Boss's son, everyone froze, bringing their eyes up to the teen's shocked face.

"Mr. Stark, uhm, we're- we're a little short staffed and, oh, this is embarrassing, I mean-"

"Okay, a few things. It's Peter, not Mr. Stark. That's my dad, literally. Also, just how short staffed are you exactly?"

"We have, uhm," the head intern stalled, closing her eyes and mentally counting for a second. "We have 12 people out on this floor, 7 out on the floor below, and 5 out in Ms. Potts's office. Everyone who had the chicken Parmesan yesterday got food poisoning. "

Peter nodded. "Okay, here's what we are going to do. First of all, we're going to push all non-essential projects back. Since the new StarkPhone is going to be released next month, I want that to be the priority today, bump everything else back. We want 4 people looking over the StarkPhone, so get those positions filled, then move on to the next upcoming project. That's the... uh..."

"The new prosthetic," the intern supplied.

"Yeah. That has, what, 3 more tests to go through, then final design and human testing? Send that downstairs to design, put 7 people on it." Peter continued to reorganize the lab, making his way through each and every upcoming project. He knocked 4 of the projects off the schedule all together, saying they had "at least 6 more months" and that "it's not that important right now". When he was done, the head intern had tears in her eyes.

"Oh, thank you so much, Mr. St- I mean, Peter! This was such a huge help!" Peter blushed.

"It was nothing," he said, waving his hand around.

Just then, one of the front desk secretaries came flying through the doors, her hair starting to come down from her tight bun. "Julie!"

The head intern turned. "Margot? What's wrong?"

"We have a huge high school class here for a tour and no one to lead it! Jacob was signed up for it, but he's out today, and everyone in Ms. Potts' office is busy with other work."

The first woman started scrolling through her list of interns, her eyes scanning from side to  side rapidly.

"I'll do it," Peter shrugged. "I actually came down here looking for something to do, so I'm free."

Both Julie and Margot looked at each other, then at the boy in front of them.

"It's a little below you, Mr. Stark, wouldn't you much rather be upstairs working in your lab?"

Peter shrugged, letting the name thing slide. "I literally have nothing else to do. Dad says I can't work on the suit without him, and he's in a meeting."

Margot sighed, but gestured for Peter to follow her down to the lobby. As they walked, the older woman filled Peter in on the situation, explaining that a high school class had come for a 2 hour tour, standard for any school. Peter was to take them on something called 'Route A', which was designed for classes and tourist.

"That's the lower labs, the museum, and the conference rooms on the 67th floor, the ones Ms. Potts uses for any board meetings. I'm sure you know all the talking points for that?"

Peter nodded. He'd been trained to do tours since he was 13, but usually he was asked to take new interns and employees around on their first days. School kids, even high school kids, would be a nice change.

The elevator dinged, and Margot hurried out. "Found someone," she called to the other receptionists at the front desk. When the others looked up, only to see Peter's smiling face bouncing out behind their colleague, everyone's mouths fell open.

"Mr. Stark?"

"Please," Peter stressed. "Peter is fine."

The receptionist blushed a little, but nodded. "Al- alright. Ahem. Okay." She stumbled through her words while grabbing for a box under the desk. "These are the lanyards for the guests, Happy said to make sure they are kept where the security can see them at all times. The class is supposed to be here in 10 minutes."

Peter smiled at the frazzled woman, took the box, and headed to the benches opposite of the front desk. He set the box down next to him, then pulled out his phone to get a jump start on some other work. First of all, though, he had to text Ms. Potts.

Peter: Hi, Ms. Potts. I hope I'm not disturbing you. I was informed that we had an out break of food poisoning today, and we are severely under staffed. Please note that I suspended a few projects so the interns working today can focus on the more pressing projects, like the StarkPhone. Their reports on later work, the new StarkPad coming next year, for example, won't be coming in this week. Thank you!

Ms. Potts: This was the most formal text I have ever received from you, Peter. 1) Call me Pepper. 2) Thank you for dealing with the interns! This is why your father named you heir ;)

(Peter has changed Ms. Potts name to Pepper.)

Peter: Thank you, Pepper. Are you coming 'round for dinner tonight?

Pepper:  I think so! Tony said we were having something special. Please tell me he's not cooking.

Peter: Nope, I told him we had to order out!

Peter's ears picked up the sound of a bus stopping outside, and he quickly shoved his phone back in his pocket. He stood up, smoothing his sweater with his hands, and started untangling lanyards. A large class shuffled through the doors, ignoring the teen as they made their way to the front desk.

"Midtown High for a tour? 10:30?"

Peter, who was too caught up in untangling 2 particularly knotted lanyards, didn't register those words until it was too late.

"Ah, yes. You're in luck! We're a little under staffed today, so your guide will actually be Mr. Stark's son himself." The receptionist pointed across the lobby to where Peter was standing.

"Mr. Parker?" Peter's head snapped up, making eye contact with his science teacher.

"Hello, Mr. Harrington, what are you doing here?" The teen dropped the usual confidence and swagger he held when he was at the Tower, shrinking back into his alter-ego, reserved only for school.

"The class is on a field trip, the real question is, why are you here?" Mr. Harrington stepped towards the teen, his finger raised in an accusatory point. "I don't remember seeing your permission slip, young man. You are not supposed to be here. You and I are going to have a nice long chat on the bus while everyone else goes on the tour, okay?"

Just as Mr. Harrington as about to grab Peter's arm, the receptionist stepped forward, clearing her throat. "I suggest you step away from, Peter, sir. If you grab him, FRIDAY will activate the Baby Monitor Protocols and Happy will have you escorted out."

Mr. Harrington paled, confusion flashing over his face. The secretary sent a wink towards Peter, who was blushing at the mention of his father's Baby Monitor Protocol.

"Now," the secretary said, throwing her hand out towards Peter. "This is Peter, he'll be leading your tour today. I suggest you all be on your best behavior. It's not every day Peter does tours, and his father will no doubt be watching things, so any misconduct will be immediately handled." With that, the secretary gave everyone a sticky-sweet smile and left Peter, who was still in a timid slouch, in charge.