minific where anything ever happens but Peter is there with his bright yellow school blazer and it's adorable
I felt a picture was necessary for context (and bc who doesn’t want to get another look at that)
(also: I actually had a fic abt this in the works from when @bitterbiracialbibliophile and I were talking abt it but then school hit me like a ton of bricks and I didn’t get to finish until now!!)
Peter tugged the strap of the backpack up higher on his shoulder as he jogged across the street to where Tony’s car was parked. He waved good-bye over his shoulder at MJ and a mini van honked at him for not watching where he was going.
“Sorry! Sorry,” he yelled back from the sidewalk. Tony was snickering as Peter opened the passenger-side door.
“Did you seriously almost get mowed over by a soccer mom?”
Peter rolled his eyes and tossed his school bag in the back. “You’ve gotta watch out for the soccer mom types,” he insisted. “Some of them are scarier than any of the villains I’ve faced.”
“I don’t doubt it.” Tony put the car in drive, then glanced over. “Put your seatbelt on, kid.”
“Yeah, yeah, old man.”
Tony pulled away from the curb, weaving his way through after-school traffic to start toward the Tower.
“How was school?”
Peter shrugged and looked out the window. “Fine, I guess.”
“I spilled ketchup on my blazer during lunch because I’m a klutz and I couldn’t get the stain out, but otherwise nothing happened.”
“Anything is an improvement over that god-awful yellow,” Tony said. He shakes his head. “I can’t believe you wear that thing everyday.”
“It’s a uniform!” Peter protested. “It’s not like I get a choice! Besides, I’m not the one who picked the school’s colors.”
“It’s a crime against humanity, is what it is, or at the very least a crime against my eyes.”
“Are you just going to spend the whole afternoon insulting my uniform?”