I wasn't meant for this hero gig. It was literally forced upon me.

It had been a completely normal day, the day my life changed instantly.

The day I hadn't even remembered until my "father" brought it up.

The day I'd gotten my powers.

My "father" Nick Fury wasn't my real dad. He adopted me when I turned fourteen, after finding me doing some pretty bad stuff. I'd been one of those kids who vandalized property and was sent to the principal's office on a regular basis. Nick had straightened me out, which helped me become more mature. I don't do those things anymore and my friends keep me out of trouble… most of the time.

Nick had put me through training at his work, keeping me in shape and ready for the unexpected. I got to meet a few of his clients, who were literally legends, and even got a few souvenirs from them, considering how I was the boss's son.

You're wondering what his job is, aren't you?

Well… Here goes. Nick Fury, my father, is the director of S.H.I.E.L.D, an agency for superheroes and/or superhumans who protect the citizens of this universe.

Pretty cool, huh? It gets better.

Since I live with my dad and pretty much share the Head Quarters with him and the other superheroes, I have an entire freaking lab to myself. I've been testing my powers and have been creating a bunch of cool gadgets for the other guys to use.

But… Sometimes they malfunction. They've been doing that a lot lately, which has gotten me grounded plenty of times.

But, I'm a normal kid, who has to go to school, do his chores, and—

"Andy! Get off your lazy ass!"

Well… Guess I'm late. Again.

I leapt off my bed, running to my bathroom after grabbing a spare set of clothes. I quickly changed out my pajama shirt with a blue crewneck. I slid some jeans over my boxers and looked up at the mirror.

My face looked flustered as my blue eyes took in my shape. My skin was slightly tanned but not all that much. I ran a hand through my brown hair, using gel to spike it. I brushed my teeth until they were sparkly white and spit into the sink, wiping my lips on my forearm.

I rushed down the stairs as fast as I could. Nick was sitting at the table in our high-tech kitchen, listening to his police beeper while sipping a mug of black coffee. As I stepped on the landing, I heard the microwave beep, and Computer's female voice say, "Good morning, Andrew. I made your favorite. Waffles."

I walked into the kitchen, popping open the microwave. "Thanks, Computer." I sat down across Nick, gulping down my breakfast as I stood up, picking up my backpack and walking toward the door.

"Andy." I stopped, turning on my heel to face him.

"Yeah?"

"Don't be late anymore," Nick said, sipping his coffee.

"Yes, sir," I said, smiling as I mimicked a salute and rushed out the door to open my backpack and pull out my jetpack. I strapped it onto my back, pressing on button on the backpack to watch it shrink to pocketsize. I blasted up into the air and flew to school—not many people can say that.

I don't know how to control jetpacks just yet, so I landed in a bush. I stood up after my backpack became regular size and I stuffed my jetpack in there. I walked into school, closing my eyes and imagining I could disappear.

When I reopened them and moved my hand toward my face, I stared at the hallway flooring. I couldn't help but grin and I march through the halls, stopping at the door of my third-hour classroom.

I snapped my fingers, appearing for a few seconds to stare through the window on the door and wave to my friends. Danny, Peter, Luke and Ava glanced over, giving me a disapproving look since I'd been late three times this week.

Sam looked up and grinned widely.

I pulled an old pass from my pocket and unwrinkled it, changing the date with my pencil. I opened the door, gaining an irritated look from the teacher at the front of the room.

"Mr. Fury. Late as always," He mumbled, taking my pass and tossing it in the trash. He turned his back, scribbling on the chalkboard.

I sighed, walking over to my friends and plopping down in the seat between Luke and Sam. Sam pounded my shoulder playfully with his fists. "I thought you were gonna play hooky today, man!"

"Nah, I decided against it. Nick would kick my ass into next week," I told him, lowering my voice.

Luke flicked me in the back of the head. "Andy, one more time and you're back at the principal's. You need to get your act together."

"I know, I know," I said. "If I get in trouble again, he's gonna lock down the lab, which means I couldn't make you guys anything."

"And, that's a bad thing?" Peter asked.

I looked up and shot Pete a glare. "It's not my fault they're malfunctioning! Something's wrong with the equipment! It worked before Nick got replacements for the stuff I accidentally burned."

Ava laughed. "Accidentally?"

I sighed. "Fine. I tried to see how much heat it could withstand."

Sam grinned. "It couldn't withstand much."

"Am I interrupting your conversation?" The teacher asked, turning around and glaring at us.

I had to bite my tongue from saying, "Yes, yes, you are."

The teacher narrowed his eyes at me. "Mr. Fury. What are we learning about?"

I looked up at the chalkboard. My eyes scanned the teacher's scrawled handwriting. I grinned because I actually knew this.

"You're supposed to be teaching us about what matter is made up of, but I know for a fact, you just zoned off and started to tell us about your personal life," I said, shrugging.

The teacher's face grew flushed with frustration. "Well, you seem to know what you're talking about. Why don't you be the teacher today?"

I smiled as I stood up. "Gladly."

I walked over to the chalkboard, snatching the piece of chalk from the teacher's hand. "Terence, sit down please and stop disrupting class," I told him, smiling.

I turned around, waving my arms to the class. "Now, let's get back to this boring stuff about atoms and matter and whatnot," I said, turning to the chalkboard until I threw the piece of chalk over my shoulder. "Who am I kidding? Let's party!"

I jumped on top of the teacher's desk, mimicking an air guitar. I grinned as Sam jumped up onto the desk beside me. We started air guitaring like complete idiots. I hopped off the desk and started flirting with a few of the girls in the class. Peter was chatting with Harry, Luke and Danny about something. Ava rolled her eyes at me and put her headphones in.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and Principal Coulsan walked in.

"Shit," I muttered.

He pointed to me. "Fury, come with me. Everyone else, get back to work. Fun's over."

Everybody groaned and the teacher gave me a smug look.

I slumped my shoulders and followed the principal out of the room.

The door slammed shut behind us. "Principal Coulsan, I—" I was about to make up a perfect alibi about why I'd been jumping on desks and why I was flirting with class mates, but he held up a hand.

"I don't want to hear it, Fury," Coulsan said, irritated as he walked me to his office. He sat down heavily into a chair. "Look, you've been causing trouble, again."

"I know I have, but it's because that teacher hates me!" I protested.

"Mr. Jacobs has nothing against you. If he did, I'd know."

I slammed my fist on the desk. "Phil, just listen to me! I don't know what that guy's problem is, but he hates my guts!"

Coulsan raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess. He's out to get you?"

I nodded. "Yeah!"

Coulsan rolled his eyes. "Andy, I'm a principal. That excuse is the oldest in the book. Maybe it's because you have a reputation for being bad."

I sighed. "Look, I've been trying."

Coulsan nodded. "I know you have. Just try harder not to get in trouble."

I looked at Coulsan. "Fine."

Coulsan perked a brown eyebrow. "In and out of class?"

It was my turn to roll my eyes. "Asks the undercover agent."

Coulsan stared at me seriously. "Fine," I said, "I'll try not to get wiped off the face of the earth in a dramatic fight to the death with a crazy mastermind who hates my father."

Coulsan smiled. "Good."

I turned around, shutting the door behind me.

That's when my watch buzzed.

I clicked the side button and Nick's face appeared. "Andy, I need you to get the others and rush over to downtown, stat."

I nodded. "Okay. What's down there?"

Nick's face looked grim. "Something unidentified. Something powerful."

I nodded. "Got it. I'll go get 'em."

"Andy," Nick said before I could cut the connection, "you're my son. Remember that. No matter what."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Um, okay."

Nick nodded. "Be careful."

"You got it," I said, as he cut the connection.

I turned down the hall and raced to my fourth period class.

We needed to hurry.

Whatever was out there, was freaky dangerous. Whatever it was, it was major. It scared Nick. That should've made me run for cover.

But, it didn't.

Because, unlike most superheroes, I'm stupid.

And, unfortunately for mankind, I follow my gut,

My gut's telling me to go for it.

If I end up killing all you, let me just say this now—sorry.

Leave a review, please. This is my first Spiderman/Marvel fic. If I get anything wrong, go ahead and tell me. Helpful criticism is welcome, but hurtful or mean comments aren't.

This is supposed to revolve around that Disney XD cartoon. It doesn't revolve around just Peter, but him and the rest of the guys (and girls, including Ava and any girl characters I'll add) are major parts to the story.

Tell me if I should keep going and see where this story gets me.

Thanks for reading!