Ideal
Alvin drove the dejected Peter and Harry out of Hell's Kitchen. Then he said with a laugh, "You two look absolutely miserable...
Need me to find you a nanny to give you some milk and cheer you up?"
Harry stubbornly lifted his head. "Principal, could you stop treating us like children all the time?
We've been through plenty of big things...
But Jessica and the others still keep things from us when something comes up..."
Alvin shook his head without committing either way. "They weren't keeping it from you. They were keeping it from Shang-Chi...
I can guess at some of the reasons...
You should be finishing your final year of school, not skipping class every day to go fight...
How are your college applications coming along?"
Harry covered his face with a pained expression. "Could you stop treating us like children?
We're helping Shang-Chi..."
Alvin waved a hand indifferently. "Nobody's treating you like children, but you still have to serve detention. Rules are rules...
Looks like Bourne and the others have been too lenient. I bet you wouldn't dare skip class like this if Frank had taken over."
As he spoke, Alvin glanced back at Peter and said fiercely, "I've decided to invite Old Parker to dinner tonight. His nephew is about to miss his chance at MIT, and we need to get him back on track..."
Peter grabbed the back of the driver's seat anxiously. "No, no, no...
I'll serve detention, but could you please not tell Uncle Ben?
He's always so busy. I don't want him worrying about me!"
Alvin laughed. "Can't you just behave yourselves for one semester?
Once you go to MIT, thousands of miles away, nobody here will be around to bother you anymore!"
Alvin glared at Harry, who seemed about to say