The title says it all, just a few random field trip one-shots made by yours truly. I may be putting a few not field trip one shots because I feel like it but most will be field trip.
Edit* I've decided to just make this one shots, not just field tr...
After being dragged to the med bay, I decide to go back to the gym. Maybe I can distract myself from being worried about Ms. Potts, Ann, and Natasha Romanova from knowing I was abused. Maybe I can even think of a better lie then me being clumsy.
"Your standing wrong," A voice says and I stop my punching. I turn around and see Steve flippin Rogers. Does he remember me? Know who I was?
"Oh," I say and go back to punching trying to distract myself from freaking out.
"You need to widen your stance and move your hips. You'll punch harder," Mr. Rogers says and I laugh.
"I don't think I should punch any harder," I say and Mr. Rogers frowns.
"Why?" He asks and I freeze.
"Uh, I don't want to hurt anyone," I say and I go back to punching the bag.
"It's a punching bag," Mr. Rogers says and I sigh.
"Fine," I say and widen my stance.
I do one more punch and the bag goes flying off the chain and slams into the wall.
"See! This is what happens," I say.
Mr. Rogers stares at me wide-eyed and I bolt. Why did I just do that? I could have just revealed who I was. I look at my watch and see I have about forty minutes until I have to be at dinner. Just enough time to take a shower and put away my stuff.
I nearly run towards my room at full speed. Once I get into my room I open the dresser and see that it is packed with white button-down shirts, black slacks, black socks, and black ties. I grab one of each and spot a pair of black dress shoes.
I grab a shirt, slacks, tie, and socks. I then open my suitcase and put all of my clothes in the open space in the dresser. I then put my books and computer on the desk. I then quickly take a shower.
When I get out, I dry my hair and manage to get into the clothes. The only problem being the tie. Let's just say I look a bit like this......
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"Mr. Parker? Is everything ok?" A male voice says from the door and I turn to see a balding man who's as tall as a bean stock and as thin as one.
"I can't tie a tie," I say and the man laughs.
"You don't need a tie. Just come out to dinner," The man says.
"Uh, can you help me get out of this?" I ask and the man laughs.
"Sure thing Mr. Parker," The man says and moves into the room.
"You can call me Peter," I say and the man nods.
"Alright, then you can call me Jim, names Jim Trip but Jim is just fine," Jim says.
"Thanks, Jim," I say as he slowly starts untangling me from my tie.
