Sam stared blankly at Colson who was lecturing the class about the benefits of eating tofuloaf instead of meatloaf. Not that anyone really believed him. The last school bell rang, releasing the class from the awful lecture, and Sam sprang for the door.
"Sam Alexander, I believe you have detention?" Acting Principal Colson called after the teenager. Sam chocked down his groan, slumping. He had really thought he could get out before Colson reminded him. This was real detention, not just the fake SHEILD detention he used to have. He had skipped a test and failed to make it up, so he was stuck. Flopping back down in his chair he took the paper from Colson. The questions were so easy; he flew through them, but sat at the desk gnawing on his eraser to make it look like it was difficult for him. After he was sure it had been a suitable amount of time Sam gave the test to Colson, booking it out of there.
"No running in the halls!" the acting principal yelled after him.
"How about flying?" Sam grinned wickedly to himself, yanking on his helmet. Surrounded by a blue glow he shot into the sky, whooping and doing loop-de-loops.
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"What do we do? This firewall is impossible!" Pete tapped at the keys, desperately trying to shut off the explosive device.
"Webhead! Switch!" Nova yelled down at him. Figuring they had nothing left to loose, Spiderman aka Peter Parker swung to the place Nova had been a few seconds ago, taking over his job. Sam dropped in front of the computer, grinning wickedly for the second time that day. His fingers flashed over the keys, 40 words a minute.
"I see you!" Sam hit the last few keys, shutting off the doomsday device.
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Sam figured it was just easier to rewrite the whole program than to change a few parts of it, so he did. Figuring that the tech guys wouldn't mind if their problems with the new Helicarier's programming disappeared, he set to work. It only took two hours. After backing it up he loaded it into the database, replacing the old file.
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Ava was drumming her fingers on the math book, chewing up her pencil. Sam glanced over her shoulder at the calculus problem. It was simple, really.
"A is 2.5, B is 4, oh, and C and D are 7." He told her, pointing at the different parts of the problem.
"Yeah right, Buckethead!" Ava told him. Sam just shrugged and walked away. Ava glanced around, scribbling down the answers he had given her. The next day she found out that they were correct, all of them.