**Your typical field trip one shot, haha! I've literally had this sitting in my drafts for weeekkkkssss. I'm working on a project for someone for xmas and basically writing a story for them to have bound all professionally, my hands are killing me, I have finals this week, too. Send Help. I swear I am working on requests.  Anyways... Enjoy!**

Peter groaned as he finally rolled out of bed. After only 3 snoozes, he was up. If he didn't hurry, he'd be late to class. It was Tuesday, the worst day of the week, and he just wanted to get to Friday. Then he'd be off for spring break and he could actually get some sleep.

Grabbing his phone, the teen saw he already had messages from Ned.

You ready for the trip today?

Peter furrowed his brow for a second before remembering. The field trip! They were going to an air base today. Peter had toured a couple of the bases around New York with Rhodey and Carol before, but the likelihood of running into one of them was small.

The spiderling grabbed his jeans off his desk chair and threw them on, cringing at how cold they were. When he was all buttoned up and dressed, he headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth quickly.

"Peter, breakfast is on the table for you," FRIDAY said suddenly. "You're going to be late if you don't leave soon." The teen mumbled back, but his toothbrush got in the way.

Peter spit out the toothpaste in his mouth and wiped his mouth, then grabbed his bag off his desk and headed into the living room.

"Morning, hun," Pepper said, sipping her coffee and looking over some paperwork.

"Morning, Pep!" Peter shoved his toast in his mouth, and tried to run towards the elevator but Bucky grabbed him.

"Woah, kiddo, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Why don't you sit down and finish that?"

Peter looked up at the man, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I'm gonna be late," he whined. Slipping out of Bucky's arms, he ducked under the assassin's metal arm and was in the elevator before anyone could say anything else about it.

"See you later!"

The trip down the elevator was quick and before Peter knew it, he was walking down the main street, towards the subway station he took to get to school. It was pretty crowded this time of day. Busy business people bustled passed Peter, knocking their briefcases and shoulders into him. It was all part of the New York experience, though, so Peter didn't mind too much.

"Excuse me," a young woman said, jumping through the doors of the train at the last minute. Peter smiled kindly.

"No worries." They didn't say much to each other other than that, but Peter couldn't help but notice that she looked very familiar to him.

"You're Melanie, right?" the teen asked, and the young woman jumped a little.

"I am," she said slowly. "How do you know me?"

"You're my Uncle's Secretary. Coronal Rhodes."

"Peter!" the woman exclaimed. "It's been a while since I saw you, sorry that I didn't recognize you."

The teen shrugged. "It's fine, I understand. You meet a lot of people."

The two made chit-chat, swaying with the metro car as it turned through tunnels. Peter almost missed his stop because he was so engrossed in the conversation. He noticed at the last minute and jumped out of the quickly closing doors.

Midtown High was only a few blocks from the metro station, but the harsh wind and rain of October made it feel much longer. Peter jogged the entire way there.

Ned was waiting by the door, as was the rest of Peter's government class. The trip to the air force base was going to be incredible, or so the upper-classmen had said. Everyone was bouncing on the balls of their feet. Peter couldn't help but get into the spirit as well, letting excitement bubble up inside himself. Sure, he wouldn't get to see Rhodey, but he would get to see his work, and that was always fun.

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Rhodey was in his office, head bent over his paperwork. It had been a long day, especially since he hadn't gotten off base in over 2 days. There was just too much to get done. Too much to finish.

The coronal's office was a mess. He had paperwork all over the floor, and the couch opposite of the desk had Rhodeys uniform jacket over the back and a thin, fleece blanket over the arm rest. There were take out containers scattered around, the remnants of hurried dinners. Looking at them made the older man miss the Tower and Peter and Tony's homemade Italian sauces.

There was absolutely nothing worse than having to stay on base for more than a few hours when hot meals and a happy family were waiting at home for you.

Just as Rhodey was starting to make good headway on the papers, there was a sharp ringing and the coronal jumped.

"Hello?"

"Coronal Rhodes, this is Daniels with main security, we have a student tour coming through."

Rhodey ran a hand down his face. "And?"

"And there's a kid here strapped with a knife on his thigh, and your assistant told me to call you."

"Is the knife engraved by any chance?" the man asked.

"Yeah, in Russian."

Rhodey was out of his seat before the security agent was done speaking.

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Peter was standing against the wall, his arms raised and his jeans discarded on a table by the metal detector. His class was standing on the other side of the detector, all staring at the nerdy boy's muscular thighs.

"Peter." Rhodey's commanding bark made everyone whip around except Peter, who's face contorted into relief.

"Uncle Rhodey!"

The tall man smiled and strolled over to ruffle the teen's hair. "Get your pants on, kiddo, this is an air force base."

Peter reached for his jeans and one of the security agents stepped forward. "Sir, this boy has a weapon on his person. He is a danger."

Rhodey laughed, throwing his head backwards. "He's a danger? To who, to me? You think he's going to stab his favorite uncle?"

"You're not my favorite right now, Bruce is. He said I could do a radiation experiment with him this weekend." Peter didn't even look up from buttoning his jeans.

"You guys didn't tell your dad, right?"

"Nope," Peter said, popping his 'p'.

Rhodey shook his head. "Daniels, this boy is my nephew. The knife he's wearing was a gift from Natasha Romanoff, I suggest not making a fuss. If Danvers hears you, she'll for sure tell Tasha and we'll all be in trouble."

Peter chuckled. "Is Auntie Carol here?"

"Indeed I am!" Peter spun around and jumped into the arms of his waiting Aunt who had just showed up. "I heard Rhodey was taking care of some crazy teenager trying to sneak a knife into the base and I figured the chances it was Peter were pretty high."

Rhodey and Peter both snorted. Just then, the older man's pager went off, and he looked down at the little device. "Ugh. I have to take this back at my office. Daniels, Peter is exempt from security screenings like this, he gets to come in as he likes."

Before he could leave, though, Peter caught his arm. "Uncle Rhodey, you've been gone from the Tower for a while. Are you coming back tonight?"

The man smiled sadly. "I'll try, but I can't guarantee. Tell your dad not to worry, though, I'll be back this weekend, and I'll keep him off your and Bruce's backs."

Carol snickered. "You and Tony are practically married, James. He'll worry every second you stay here."

With that, the two air force officials headed down the hall, and Peter smiled to himself before heading back over to his class, who all looked incredibly shocked.

"Tony..." Abe said, as if that was the only insane part of the interaction they had just seen. "Tony as in Tony Stark. He's you dad?"

Peter shrugged. "Yeah. And you just met my Uncle Rhodey and my Aunt Carol."