So this is an updated version of chapter one, some changes made. I wrote this a few years ago and in order to get back in the groove I decided to reread it. I noticed some holes and some generally confusing lines. Plot is essentially the same.

One day, ten oddly colored envelopes arrived at Anubis House. There was no return address among them, just the school and a name. One was address to each current occupant of Anubis House. Trudy looked at them, sitting within an open cardboard box, and sent a puzzled glance in their direction, but shrugged and continued humming as she picked them up. The housekeeper knew the kids would be returning for lunch soon enough, having finished their exams this morning. Actually, she realized, as she looked at the house's master exam schedule, Patricia and Eddie did not have an exam that morning. But good luck finding them until food is involved. Eddie will drag Patricia back for some of Trudy's famous sandwiches.

So she placed all ten envelopes in a pile on the center of the table and bustled back into the kitchen.

Alfie and Jerome were the first to return, and rushed into the dining room, piled food onto their plates, and plopped down in their usual seats. Alfie was halfway through his first turkey and cheese when he saw the envelopes, an unusual centerpiece. He put down his food, as painful as it was, and looked around. "Trudes? What are these?" He called out.

"Oh, those? They arrived in the mail today."

Alfie slowly, against his nature, opened the envelope as the others began to trickle in and notice the letters for themselves. Fabian and Mara were having an amicable debate about American politics, with KT chiming in appropriately. The three pulled a sandwiches onto plates and sat in a row along the table. It wasn't until Eddie and Patricia walked in that anyone noticed Alfie wasn't eating, even with three sandwiches on his plate. "Alfie? Are you okay?" Eddie asked.

He just pointed to his envelope. The other six house members saw the pile and soon found their own. The next four house members couldn't explain what had happened to their friends, classmates, roommates. Trudy just pointed to the rummaged pile and the four searched for their names.

Students' eyes raced from side to side of the papers inside, and each student had their own personal reaction.

Patricia rolled her eyes at the black envelope.

Eddie's grin threatened to break his face as he stared at his own light blue envelope.

Fabian raised an eyebrow at his golden envelope.

Amber's silver envelope furrowed her brow.

Mara looked interested with the green envelope in her hands.

Jerome's red envelope put a smirk on his face.

Alfie's red envelope left a crooked grin upon his lips.

Joy looked down at the green envelope in her hands as her face remained devoid of emotion.

KT was beaming at her black envelope.

Willow was still reading the letter within her own scarlet envelope.

These ten students realized that their lives were changing again. Another adventure lay ahead- and beyond graduation. Fabian was the first to break the spell of silence, "Real or fake?"

No one needed to respond, they all knew it was real. There was a deep feeling rooted in their guts that this was no prank. The students ate in silence, and Trudy watched on from the kitchen. Until, that is, Alfie asked, "Trudy, are there any fourths?"

The gang laughed and Trudy brought Alfie another sandwich. That restarted the conversation, and letters were quickly folded and put away. No one shared what theirs said. Not a single member.

Patricia's was scrawled in quick, loopy writing.

I'm sorry. That has to be said. I'm looking at you right now, a tiny little five-month-old you. I thought I wouldn't have kids- but I'll explain that later. I can't keep you here, the bounty over your head, the threats, you'd die before you hit 10. Cold hard truth: your mother is the black widow, Natasha Romanoff, and your father is a Brit who charmed his way into my heart too fast and left too quickly. I barely have room left for you, so this is a goodbye. For me at least. For you, this is a hello from a mother you never knew.

34 Nicene Street, Maycomb, Alabama, U. S. A. June 13th 3:30 am N.R.

Eddie's had long stately lettering.

Please tell me you've got a nickname by now, maybe Eddie? Ed? First things first, I'm your father. And 'I'm' Steven Rogers, hopefully you recognize that name. Your mother is American and I hope she'll raise you the same, despite the British boarding school. Buddy, do me a favor and be at 34 Nicene Street, Maycomb, Alabama on June 13th, at 3:30 in the morning. All I ask of you, from a father who was never there.

Love you? -Rogers

The short, jerky letters belonged to Jerome.

I hope you like your name. It's a good, strong, human name. You're not completely human, though, but this could help you blend. On June 13th, be at 34 Nicene Street, Maycomb, Alabama, at 3:30am, human time. Things might make more sense, I cannot guarantee anything.

-The Great Thor

The scribbled cursive was addressed to Mara.

So, your dad is the Hulk. Probably not what you wanted to hear. Don't know if it runs in your veins like me, but you're a pretty mellow kid. I hope you stay that way, despite my not being there. It would just be too dangerous. I can barely keep my temper in check. If I hulked out and hurt you, I would never be able to live with myself, and if I saw you turn, I can't help but know it's all my fault this is in a child. Please, if this makes any logical sense to you, be at #34 Nicene Street, in an Alabama town called Maycomb, on June 13th, at 3:30 in the morning. It's as practical as it can be, although it might not seem so.

-Bruce Banner

Winged letters read out Alfie's name.

S'up, little man? Or not so little, when you read this. I wanted so much to grow up with you, play catch, football, teach you to walk to run, maybe fly, but that's not important now. Well, your now, my future. Look, could you do me a favor and show up in Alabama, U.S., a small town called Maycomb, on Nicene Street, #34? 3:30am? It'll be easier that way.

The Falcon

Amber's letter had unsure letters and many words crossed out.

My Amber-

Your aunt, Wanda, she chose your name. I hope you like. It seems to suit your eyes. English is not my first language, as you might tell. I'm far too young to have child, and I have a sister to look out for, so I am so sorry. I have some responsibilities as an Avenger, that's new, and I cannot look after you the way you deserve. Please, can you be at 34 Nicene Street, Maycomb, Alabama, U.S.A., 13/06, at 3:30 a.m.

-Pietro Maximoff

The dark and bold words were addressed to Fabian.

So, Fabian, short and sweet, right? Never been known for that. 34 Nicene Street, Maycomb, Alabama, June 13th, 3:30 in the morning. See, that wasn't so hard. This is your dad by the way. I always feared I would turn into my dad, and now I see I'm going to be worse. Wonderful. This is Tony Stark by the way. Yeah, it's good to be me, and hopefully, someday, you? Yeah, that works.

-Stark

Light letters that were faded into the paper were read by Willow.

Willow, I just love that name. And the W will always connect me to you and you to me. I am Wanda Maximoff, your mother. You won't know me, but I know you. Me and my brother cannot afford to have children around, your lives are at risk too greatly. It would never work, as much as I immediately regret this decision. Your uncle and I look forward to one day meeting you again.

W. Maximoff.

Another scribble came for Joy.

Can you please be at 34 Nicene Street, Maycomb, AL. U. S. A. at 3:30am? That's all I can really tell you here, but I promise a further explanation when I meet you again.

-Dr. Strange

A formal letter was written for KT.

Kara Tatianna, I hope that this letter finds you in good health, and in a position well enough to come see me. The address is 34 Nicene Street. You can find that in Maycomb, Alabama. I know that 3:30 am is incredibly early, but I want to meet you.

-Prince T'Challa

The occupants of Anubis House pushed the letters to the backs of their minds, choosing to focus instead on their upcoming graduation. Some began to share their letters with others. Joy was quick to show Fabian, Eddie was tripping over himself to show Patricia, Alfie and Jerome were in stiches over the accuracy, and Willow and Alfie were glad for one more reason to stay together. Mara took to Google, before confessing her fears to Jerome. KT and Eddie were fangirling and boying, respectively, over Captain America.

Only Patricia remained radio silent. Eddie would joke with her about it, tried to sneak peeks inside, but she always fell silent, except for her expected jabbing remarks, whenever the topic was brought up. No one really knew who everyone's parent was, but most knew of about two others.

Patricia thought it was kind of cool, after googling Natasha Romanoff. An Avenger. Eddie was walking around with more 'swagger.' Mara studied harder, albeit a bit worriedly. Jerome was being snobby yet friendly, like usual. Alfie just fooled around most of the time, and Joy had an austere air about her. Fabian seemed confident, like normal, and was ready to deliver the valedictorian speech. Willow was happy and joyful and joked around more than Alfie.

The ten got ready for June 13th- and that was the one detail everyone was sure about. They would take a graduation trip across the pond and visit the South, specifically Alabama. Although none of their parents knew that part. It was all planned out, plane tickets bought, suitcases packed, repacked, and re-repacked. Things were being sent home so the worry was removed. All of their parents were completely supportive or couldn't have cared less.

They panicked, freaked out, cried, and laughed hysterically, but only alone. They never once got mad at each other or picked fights. It was almost eerie. But like all things, it was only matter of time.

"Alfie!" Patricia yelled at the fool who had spilled lemonade down her white shirt right before they were all going to head to school.

The offending house member shrugged. "Sorry!" He called, before dashing out of the house and going to his exam. Patricia sprinted upstairs, looking livid. She was practically jumping down the stairs when Eddie tripped her before proceeding to catch her. "Come on, Yacker. Move faster. You don't want to be late."

"You don't want to be late, I have no problem with it." She punched her boyfriend in the arm and then looked down at her maroon and black shirt. "I tried to wear a bright shirt today, but the universe just wouldn't allow it." Their last day before ditch day and graduation. Every senior ditches their official last day of school. Even kids like Fabian. No teacher even bothered scheduling things.

The day went painfully slow, and afterward, they all went to movies, but couldn't focus much. It was too close to graduation- meaning it was closer to Alabama… and their parents.

Then, they graduated. Held their diplomas in their hands, and all headed back to Anubis House. They said their goodbyes, tears were shed, but then they changed their clothes, touched up makeup in Amber's case, grabbed their tickets and suitcases and took off, splitting up into taxis, which were called and reserved ahead of time.

Amber, Joy, and Fabian sat in Cab 14. Patricia, Eddie, and KT joined Cab 29. Alfie, Willow, Jerome, and Mara crammed into Cab 2, with Jerome insisting Mara take the front seat.

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