(Sam/Nova is just gonna be Sam and ima call Sam/Falcon, Wilson so people won't be confused.)

School? I've always wanted to go to school! Is he serious? Peter thought, eyes twinkling, though he tried to keep the blank expressionism his face. But my team had always been so against most to do with the outside world...

Since Peter had been taken at such a young age, he didn't have many bad experiences in the 'real world' as they did. Him, Ava and - ugh - Wade, had been taken to Hydra at the same time. His other three teammates, on the other hand, had been picked up due to bad circumstances.

So Peter hid his excitement as he stared his father dead in the face. "Um, what?"

"Midtown Tech," Tony clarified, confidence growing. "It's just a ways across the city so no one would connect you to the tower and you could meet other kids, learn some new stuff, ya know, normal teenage things..."

"We are not normal teenagers," Nova growled and slammed his fork into the table, prongs first. It vibrated standing up right as his blue entertaining calmed down.

The Avengers tended at the action, some of them instinctively going on defense. Power hummed around Wanda as she stared tight lipped and Bucky's arm twitched toward his empty holster.

Tony broke eye contact with Peter to narrow his eyes at Nova. "If you're going to stay here, then you're going to get an education. I'm not having stupid people live in my house, Barton excluded."

Clint's jaw fell open and he was going to argue, but Black Widow smacked him in the arm to shut him up.

"I think it could be fun," Ava shrugged. "I've never done school before."

"But–Homework," Luke whimpered.

"Come on man," Peter complained. "it's called trying new things. High school can't be that bad."

Sam looked at him in surprise. "You're on board with this?"

"Don't you want friends, Sam? That you don't train with and eat with and share a room with?"

"Ouch, Spidey," Luke mock-winced.

Danny looked skeptical. "Perhaps it would be a good change in scenery."

Luke and Sam shared an exasperated look, not believing what they were hearing. "You nerds want to do the one thing that 'normal teenagers' hate more then life?" Sam spread his arms.

"Yeah, it'll be great," Peter nodded enthusiastically.

Luke humpfed. "Yeah. Real great."

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Sam dropped his backpack full of school supplies at the foot of the bar stool and slouched on it depressingly.

"That thing weighs more then those backpacks we had to carry ten miles a few years ago. That was considered a field trip, remember, bug breath?" He groaned. "Real field trips are gonna suck."

Peter rolled his eyes at the boy's dramatics and stuck a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. Sugar exploded over his tongue and he savored the strange flavor. They had never had food that tasted this good at Hydra.

"Why are you complaining?" Ava snapped from the book she had been reading all week. She had only six days to read their entire summer homework. Peter remembered how she had sworn up and down for hours when learning she had two paperbacks to read for English class. "Those backpacks weighed eighty pounds. Your new one doesn't even hold that much."

Peter growled angrily at him. "And I had to carry a frickin' bus on my back. Yours was nothing."

"Not all of us have super strength, web head," he whined and hesitantly poured himself a bowl.

Danny looked up from his empty dish. "Luke had to carry an airplane, as well. Our loads were not so impressive, my friend."

"Yeah," Luke huffed as he strode into the room with his own bag thrown over his shoulder. "I was sore for a week."

"Let's just all agree that field trips used to suck and move on," Peter declared and dumped his dish in the sink.

Ava rolled her eyes and did the same. "Amen to that."

Scott trudged in yawning wearing sweats and a T-shirt. The team wasn't surprised, used to his lazy behavior after a week and a half being there. Why was he up at seven thirty though?

"C'mon kids, Uncle Scotty is driving you to school today," he stretched with a grunt and made his way toward the elevators.

Ava wrinkled her nose. "Don't refer to yourself in the third person. It's weird."

"None If is are calling you Uncle Scotty either," Peter told him with a scoff.

"Welp I'm still taking you to school. Apparently I have an unrecognizable face," he pouted and told FRIDAY to bring the elevator.

"Wait," Ava stood hurriedly. "Right now? We're leaving right now?"

"Uh, yes?" Scott looked back at her with a duh expression. "You have to be there in like fifteen minutes."

"Oh!" Peter shouted in surprise and scooped up his bag as the elevator dinged open.

The rest of the boys scrambled after them in an unorganized mess. They managed to make it through the doors before they closed though, so that was at least a good thing. They took the most incognito car they could find, which was still fairly nice. The teens piled in the back while the-just-now-waking-up Ant Man gripped the steering wheel.

Peter was more then slightly disappointed that his father hadn't seen him off on his first day of not just high school but school in general. Wasn't that what parents were supposed to do? He hadn't even met Pepper yet, but Mr. Stark had promised the week after that he would be able to.

"Oh right," Scott suddenly remembered something while they drove in silence and the sun rose above the horizon. "So, school has rules. You can't hurt anyone. Not verbally or physically not matter how much they piss you off or if they hurt you you can't do anything back, alright?"

"Why not?" Peter's mouth fell open. "How else are you supposed to earn any respect?"

Scott looked back at him with raised eyebrows. "Kid...wow is that how you normally do it? Because that is definitely not the right way."

"What would you suggest then?" Peter snapped hotly.

"Be nice to everyone. Don't step on people's toes, I guess." He caught their blank looks and corrected his wording. "No literally. Don't make anyone else not like you. Just...keep to yourselves. Stick to the background. Act like there's nothing special about you."

"We do know what undercover means," Ava pointed out. It kind of came with the job description.

"Okay then just act like you're on an undercover mission. Blend in. But don't stay in a dark corner, then you'll be the weird kids. Chat with each other and talk to other people and stuff too...oh I don't know, I wasn't the cool kid in school...be casual."

He turned back to then seriously as he pulled up to a line of cars with students getting out.

"Just don't get detention. Your dad would kill me."

Peter and his team shared pale looks. Hydra used to have something called detention too. It was barley a step up from the torture room.

"So, no hurting anyone," Peter counted on his fingers. "Let people hurt you without defending yourself. Don't be loud but don't be quiet. Make friends but don't be popular. Sit in the middle. No detention. Anything else, master Yoda?"

"Yeah. Don't act like you're better then everyone else. Act like they're all your equals," he said quickly as they opened the door. "I know they aren't, but just pretend. For the sake of your 'mission.'"

They nodded wordlessly and hopped out of the car, Luke closing the door behind him. They stood in a line facing the school as Scott drove away behind them. Students streamed into the front doors, laughing and talking and yelling. Things were thrown over the crowd, food and balls and lunch boxes. Some girls wore shorts and skirts so shot that you could barley see them. Some guys had their pants dragged down so low their boxers were showing. A few taller boys with some muscle on them, stood grinning at the entrance, giving the youngest and smallest nuggies and dumping drinks on them. The freshmen would cry out in anger, but continue on anyways.

"Who are those guys?" Peter asked his team with distaste. The boys obviously thought they ruled the school. The arachnid thought of teaching them better, but...then he recalled Scott's words. No drawing attention is pretty much what it all boiled down to. Ugh. Boring.

"This is going to be a long day," Luke sighed.

Peter mumbled his reply. "Yeah."

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I'm sorry it took so long to update. School and stories and friends with problems is all I'm gonna say. Next time though we'll have some assassin-high school social ness, so I hope that'll make up for it.

- Wanda