That Time in Infinity High

by disneylover3212008

An AU series of vignettes featuring the characters of the Marvel Cinematic Universe in the environment of high school. Witness all the hijinks, hilarity, heart, heartbreak, friendship, stolen smoothie machines, and amount of Peter Quill dancing through the hallways of a crazy group of kids just trying to make their way through those four years- you know the ones. You know.

1. When Sharon Started High School

That Time at Infinity High

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When Sharon Carter Started High School

Avengers Junior Year- Fall

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Sunday

Sharon Carter was always a girl with a plan. Her brain worked in mission and accomplishments, always thinking much farther ahead than those around her. Maybe it had to do with her family's history in the service- he did run quite the tight ship around her house. Close to everything was scheduled down to the minute and there was no budging on the rules no matter how much begging was made. This meant her childhood was spent constantly watching the clock because heaven forbid if a television program went a minute late past her allotted time and was shut off before she could see the end. It had really started to grate in her older years, but it also became very apparent the traits had rubbed off on her in a lot of ways. It could make friendships a little strained and difficult to say the least.

One of the side-effects of this personality was a bit of an obsession with lists- one of which was now in her hands with a pen in the other as she quickly and efficiently scratched off every item. Tomorrow was her first day of high school and she wanted to make sure she had remembered everything in her weeks of planning.

The supplies had been purchased, labeled with her label maker, and were currently sitting in her brand new pink backpack on her desk chair. The outfit had been selected and hanging in her closet for close to a week- a tasteful black skirt that was neither too long nor short, a blue blouse that brought out her eyes, and some sparkling black flats to pull it all together. Her alarm had been set with the perfect song to get her up without hitting the snooze button. Breakfast would be-

She was interrupted from her list by a knock at her door. She turned from where she was perched on the edge of her bed to see it was none other than the brunette waves and piercing eyes of her Aunt Peggy. Not that Sharon ever called her that since she was only two years older than her. Sharon's father had been getting married in a week when her grandmother had announced she was pregnant and thus would be unable to pay for the nuptials. It had been a bit of a sticking point in the years that followed and there were a few years Sharon didn't hear anything from her grandparents. She was pretty sure it was what had driven her grandparents abroad to England to raise their new little girl as well. This embargo was finally broken when Sharon was about eight so Sharon and Peggy could know one another with the possibility of being like sisters. Her dad would often still shake his head sometimes though about how ridiculous his parents had been for the situation to come about.

They never took it out on Peggy though. Though she lived in England and visited only once or twice, her parents had welcomed her with open arms when she discussed her desire two years ago for a bit of American education and time with her family overseas. It was impossible not to give into Peggy eventually with how flawless she was. It was clear in every step she took that this was a confident, strong girl who didn't need anybody's help to get where she needed to go. But she was still open enough that people flocked to her and followed her, thinking she was absolutely the bee's knees no matter where she went. The two contrasting poles were balanced with an ease that Sharon greatly envied in a lot of respects.

"It looks like someone's ready for tomorrow," Peggy began casually with her British accent bouncing off the plain walls, stepping into the room and looking at the backpack on her desk. Peggy didn't often visit Sharon here because she felt it was just too plain and boring with the white empty walls and everything arranged just so. She didn't seem to understand how little use her niece had for just a bit of clutter to add some personality. In return Sharon avoided her room filled to the gills with frills and photos tacked to the wall because it gave her a degree of claustrophobia. Her parents had become more lenient when Peggy arrived, allowing her to push their boundaries just a bit since it wasn't what the British import was used to in the slightest. She could even stay out until ten if she wanted.

Sharon just kept on with her list, not wanting to lose her progress before bedtime at nine thirty on the dot to get exactly eight hours of recommended sleep. She heard a bit of a squeak of the springs as Peggy sat beside her. "It's going to be just fine, you know. It's not nearly as much of a fuss as everyone makes it out to be."

"I know," Sharon made clear. She hated when Peggy talked down to her. She was only two years older. It didn't make her some sage figure on life and its meaning. Because she did know high school was far from the most important thing that was going to happen to her. She had a whole life planned involving service like her father before her and hopefully a family of her own someday. But that didn't mean tomorrow wasn't going to have a huge impact on the next four years and getting settled in a completely new environment. And four years seemed like an awful large part of your life when you were only fourteen. Sharon needed to make a good first impression and thus wasn't leaving anything to chance. She didn't have a British accent to make her instantly approachable to her classmates. "I just like things to be organized."

Peggy took a look around her bedroom, clearly judging how empty it was. "I can tell." Sharon went back to her list and Peggy let out a sigh at the heart-to-heart that clearly wasn't going to happen. The two girls got along fine, but they were just very different people. So she rose, but put an arm on her niece's shoulder before she went to leave. "Just remember, if you need anything at all just find myself or Hope. We'd be more than happy to help you out any way we can."

"Thanks. But I kind of want to do this by myself," Sharon admitted bluntly. "I don't want them to think I'm the next Peggy Carter."

"And what's so wrong with that?" Peggy questioned as she removed her hand, feather clearly getting ruffled. You couldn't tell it just by looking at her, but Sharon had learned to recognize the dangerous dip in her voice when you had fallen into the crosshairs of her temper.

"What's wrong with that is I don't think I can live up to it." Sharon looked up at her aunt for the first time, identical brown eyes meeting one another. "So I'd just like to be the best Sharon Carter I can be."

Peggy had immediately softened and sighed as she looked over the backpack and outfit hanging in the closet. "Well, I think in that case Infinity High isn't going to know what hit it." She gave a last fond pat on the shoulder and took her leave, but not before saying a few last words to try and quell her niece's nerves. "Have a good night."

"You too." And with that Sharon crossed the last item off her list and set it on her dresser, glancing at her loose dark blonde hair in the mirror. Maybe she could schedule an extra fifteen minutes to see if she could do something with it if she moved her bedtime up. She quickly changed her alarm clock and slid the book that had been her secret mission the past few weeks out from under the bed. It was Peggy's yearbook from last year and she had taken to looking through and trying to memorize as many faces as possible so no one took her by surprise. Peggy's room was so disastrous Sharon didn't even think she noticed it had been missing for weeks now. She reviewed it once to refresh her memory before sliding it back and grabbing a pair of pajamas from her dresser. She would need to hop in the shower now if she wanted to be in bed by nine fifteen.

Monday

Sharon straightened her shirt for what had to be close to the millionth time as she climbed out of her mother's car where Taylor Swift's "Nothing I Do Better than Revenge" was blaring from to her slight embarrassment. It had been her mom's idea to put on some 'relatable tunes' and she hadn't had the heart to tell her to turn it off. It was her mom after all and she had signed up to ride with her. Peggy had asked if Sharon wanted to ride with her and Hope since Juniors were allowed to have cars on campus, but Sharon had used her mom wanting to see her off as an excuse to avoid walking in on the heels of Peggy Carter. She could just imagine the people who would come and just get a thrill out of Peggy proclaiming her little niece was just starting her time here. No thank you.

She gave her mother a last wave, not wanting to seem too attached in case someone was watching, and made her way up the long courtyard that led to the large set of doors that was the main entrance. The couple people ahead of her made sure to stop at the statue of the founder right before them and quickly rub its nose before moving on. Peggy had let her know it was a tradition for the first day of school and every exam, so Sharon walked up to the bust of Stan Lee and quickly rubbed her hand over his golden nose his glasses were perched on. "Excelsior," she whispered before continuing forward, proud that she had navigated a variable so easily.

The main doors led you right into the entrance for the cafeteria, students gathered at the tables eagerly catching up before the first bell rang. Sharon had scoped out the layout already at the day last week the freshman had been allowed to come in a get their bearing and find their lockers. There were staircases on either side of her as well as hallways. The left hallway would split off into another where all the Social Studies classrooms were, but walking past that would take you to the gym and all its assorted parts. The right hallway would split off as well into the English hallway but going straight would lead you to the theatre and arts center. Upstairs had the library and two hallways above the two below them with the left being Science and the right Math. Sharon's locker was currently in the Math hallway with the other freshman, but she already had everything she needed. So she climbed the staircase to her left and headed in the direction of the Science hallway, wanting to get there before even the warning bell to find a good seat towards the middle by herself.

She was surprised when she got to class to see a few kids were already in her Honors Biology class. Apparently she hadn't been alone in her idea, either that or these were all the kids terrified with socializing with the older ones downstairs. Her ideal middle seat appeared to be taken- with a silver haired boy and dark-haired girl on one side speaking quick and low in what had to be a foreign language and a boy with brown hair sticking messily up in the front and glasses on the other side.

"Umm… this seat isn't taken," he spoke up, and Sharon realized her had noticed her eyeing the seat. Not wanting to be rude she quickly nodded and sat next to him, quietly and efficiently removing her blue Biology supplies from her backpack. The boy already had everything out, though his was proof he did not believe in color coordinating with how mismatched and worn down everything looked. "I'm Peter Parker," he introduced himself, clearly nervous as he extended a shaking hand.

"Sharon Carter," she took it, giving hopefully a warm smile. They never seemed to come off that way unfortunately, looking a lot more intense than she intended. She was probably the worst girl to be sitting next to Peter right now actually given how flustered he was already. "It's, it's nice to meet you."

"Same here." He looked over her books, hand rubbing the hair at the back of his head and making it stick up even more. "You look like you have everything figured out."

Small talk. She could do this. She was ready for class and had the time to spare. "I figured if I look like that, maybe I might believe it myself." He laughed at this, making her feel a little more confident as she continued. "I like plans and I plan on faking it until I make it for the next four years. It's how I keep from being too intimidated by the legendary high school."

This seemed to put him a bit more at ease with her. "Yes, the legendary high school- the years where you turn into who you're going to be. Not the least bit scary at all. You might have to talk me through the identity crisis I'm going to end up having." The warning bell rang out and more students started drifting into the classroom to fill in the seats. A young Asian woman also entered and went to the front desk to set her armful of books down. "What class do you have after this?"

"Honors English with Coulson."

Peter beamed, almost relieved. "So do I. We could head over there together, safety in numbers and all that." Sharon gave a nod of ascent, surprised at how well this seemed to be going. She hadn't calculated having another person into her timing of getting to classes, but Peter looked like he wouldn't slow her down too much with his gangly frame.

Another bell rang and a hush almost seemed to fall over the class as they sat in anticipation of the woman scribbling on the white board. She finished writing a rather complex formula before turning to address them. "Hello everyone. I am Dr. Cho and I will be your Honors Biology teacher this year." She gestured to the board. "And can anyone tell me what this is?"

Sharon wasn't too surprised when Peter's hand shot in the air amidst the silence. Cho did though as she nodded to them. "The Krebs' Cycle, Doctor."

"I can say I wasn't expecting that. Peter Parker, correct?" Peter nodded, glasses nearly slipping off his face. "Very good. As for the rest of you, what I was aiming for is that by the end of this year you will be able to write this equation yourself from memory. And that will be just the beginning of what we cover. Now-"

She was interrupted by the door being thrown open and a raven haired girl running in. "Sorry," she apologized as she literally barreled to the first open spot up front. "Sorry. I overslept. Bad first impression, I know. Won't happen again, I know. So we can skip the lecture and just continue." She literally dumped her belonging on the desk, almost unaware of everyone's looks her way. Dr. Cho quickly regained control of the situation however, clearing her throat to regain everyone's attention.

"Now, I would like us to partner up and play a bit of an icebreaker game. I want you all to learn five facts about someone and this class and in about fifteen minutes you will present their name and two of them. So partner up." Sharon had to hold back a groan as everyone started moving about looking for familiar faces. She hated this type of activity and found it to be such a waste of time. She would much rather get started on covering the syllabus immediately before launching into lecture.

Still, she had to play along. Luckily, all she had to do was turn to Peter and flip open her notebook. He seemed to understand the gesture and looked thoughtful for a minute. "So… you know my name. Well… I, umm, I live with my aunt and uncle." Sharon scribbled that down, looking at him curiously. "My… my parents died-"

"Hey!" a female voice called to them followed by the scrape of a chair. The two turned to see the late girl had pulled up a seat next to them. "There's an odd number so the teacher told me to make a group of three with someone. You guy seem like you need someone to lighten things up here." She was a whirlwind. It was like she didn't take a breath between her words, simply plowing through at top speed and a deep sarcastic edge. "So I'm Darcy Lewis. I'm a Virgo." Sharon and Peter both started writing frantically as she continued. "I know CPR but only for cute guys. I guess Science is alright but it isn't my favorite. I'm pretty much broke but what high school kid isn't so maybe that isn't a great fact. I hate animals with whiskers. They freak me out. Don't ask me why. I-"

"Slow down, Darcy," Peter spoke up, shaking off his hand. "It's too soon for my hand to be writing so much it cramps."

"Okay then, I guess I've told you enough. Though that is just the tip of the Darcy iceberg. Let's hear about you two clowns then." She flipped open her notebook only to look down and see it had a large blue splotch that bled through most of the pages. "Shoot. I meant to grab the new one."

Now Sharon was very put off, but did her best to accommodate this particular girl who seemed to be like a literal whirlwind. So she put her pen down. "I'm Sharon Carter. My father was in the Army pretty much up until I was born."

"That must suck," Darcy cut in. "Bet he doesn't let you do anything with the size of the stick up his-"

"Darcy," Peter chided her, seeing Sharon looked almost offended to hear someone say something like that. Her mouth was half-open as if she couldn't quite find what to say with such a candid person. "I'm sorry, Sharon. One down, four to go."

She managed to rattle off her facts despite Darcy interrupting every one. Sharon was quick to adjust though, grasping this girl's sense of humor and trying to learn to roll with it as Peter was. Her facts weren't that interesting though, so she decided on the last one to admit she had a guilty appreciation for one Taylor Swift. Peter managed to elaborate about his parents dying when he was young and tell them about his passion for science before Dr. Cho regained control of class.

Everything else passed quickly as each student presented and then they went over the syllabus and distributed textbooks. Sharon wrote her name on the inside of her in her blue pen before tucking it into her back pack. Darcy meanwhile threw it in without a glance, making it very unclear how she ended up in this class to begin with. She highlighted and made notes on the syllabus, giving Dr. Cho her full attention the whole way through.

Finally the bell rang and everyone rocketed out of the classroom into the enfolding chaos of the hallway. Sharon waited patiently for Peter to gather himself before the two stepped out, already striking off seconds from her six minutes. She instantly knew she would have to adjust her calculations again when Darcy was waiting for them outside the door.

"So where are you two off to?"

"Honors English," Peter answered, trying to keep up with Sharon as she started down the hallway. Darcy seemed to have no sense of haste though, stopping in her tracks.

"That sucks. I have Western Civilization." Sharon nodded and started walking again, only to be brought to a halt as Darcy spoke again. "When's your lunch?"

Peter could see Sharon wanted to move, but he didn't have it in him to be rude. "I have mine fifth. Sharon?" She nodded, that being hers as well. Darcy's face lit up at this, but all Sharon could see were the seconds ticking down.

"I'll see you then!" With that, she was off in the opposite direction. Peter did his best to keep up with Sharon as she almost jogged towards the stairs, stumbling over himself. "Slow down. We're going to make it just fine. Besides, I hear Coulson is pretty cool, especially on the first day."

"I don't need him to be cool," Sharon shrugged as she went down the stairs, not afraid to move through people. "I just need to get there before my four minutes and twelve seconds is up."

She heard Peter let out a laugh. "You're crazy." Sharon turned to face him, knowing this was it. She had been expecting it to happen, but honestly she had been hoping she would hold out a little longer before the intensity drove people off. Peter seemed to instantly sense her spiraling thoughts and put his hands out. "But in a good way. In a completely good way." She just continued to stare, unable to tell is he was messing with her or not. "Come on. We've only got three minutes and twenty-seven seconds left."

He started off down the right hallway, this time with her trailing behind him. She wasn't able to hide the smile that appeared on her face as Peter led the way, nearly tripping a few times. Maybe this was going to be okay after all. "It's actually three minutes and thirty-six seconds, but you were close."

Coulson was cool for lack of better words. He introduced himself and seemed to be a very straight-forward, no nonsense sort of guy with quite a bit of humor as well. His classroom was even filled with all sorts of old school memorabilia- he said because he had no more room at home. He introduced that the first book they would be reading was To Kill a Mockingbird which was one of his favorites and didn't waste time on breaking any sort of ice though he did seem interested in them as individuals.

It turns out she had every class but one with Peter, he had gym and she had ROTC, saving her the stress of choosing who to sit by a lot of the time. She even managed to avoid running into her aunt until the two of them passed her table in the lunchroom. Peggy was currently in the middle of the group of three at their round table, the one every girl in this school was currently looking at to Sharon's notice. On her left was a blonde girl with a thick headband writing down some notes and on her right was a tough looking girl with short black hair.

The first was Gwen Stacy, the sophomore head of class and new friend Peggy had made last year when she had the courage to approach the table and ask to sit there. She explained she thought her class was a bunch of airheads and didn't want to associate with them. So she didn't and hadn't, instead being adopted by the class above hers in practically every way. Sharon bet most of the newcomers didn't even know what year she truly was.

The other was Hope Pym, though Sharon technically wasn't supposed to know that. She went by Hope Van Dyne since her father taught Chemistry here, trying to keep under the radar. Peggy was the only one who technically knew, though Sharon couldn't help it she had been walking past her door when Hope was sleeping over when they were joking about it. Hope had pretty much become immediate best friends with Peggy when she came to Infinity High as she recognized a kindred spirit. Hope didn't take any nonsense from anybody.

"Sharon!" Peggy beamed up at her. Gwen gave a wave while Hope nodded. "How's the first day going? You can sit here and tell us all about it if you like."

"Actually, we're meeting another… person," Sharon stumbled on how to describe Darcy at this point. She noticed Peggy look over at Peter and sighed, gesturing in his direction. "This is my friend, Peter Parker." Peter seemed quite nervous as being the center of these three girls attention, going completely red.

"Don't be getting a boyfriend too soon," Peggy joked, somehow making Peter go even redder. "It's more hassle than it's worth."

Sharon tried to save Peter some embarrassment he was currently experiencing by slinging some back. "I don't see how you would know, seeing as you've never had one yourself."

Peggy let out a huff, slightly playful but also slightly indignant. "I'm just holding out for the right one." She looked past Sharon, who turned to see a blonde muscular guy sitting at a table by his lonesome for the moment. She instantly recognized the one and only Steve Rogers, the junior who Peggy had drawn a heart around in her yearbook. She had to admit upon seeing him in person she could tell a lot of the qualities Hope and Peggy whispered about in their room were true.

Hope just rolled her eyes. "He didn't come over here last year. He's not going to this year. The school is just going to be eternally locked in your unresolved sexual tension until we all choke on it." Peggy flashed her a glare as Gwen chuckled.

"Don't take it personally," Gwen tried to salvage things. "He's just intimidated by what a kick-ass woman you are. It's impossible for him not to be."

"That and the fact you put a guy in the hospital," Hope added. Sharon groaned at the mention of the story while Peter just looked between all of them, completely out of the loop.

"Wait, what?" Gwen looked eager to give him some explanation when there was a crash from across the lunchroom. Everyone turned to see something had happened by where the food was being served, but a crowd was now forming that made it impossible to see what. Soon shouts and cries were erupting from that direction and even more people made their way over, making it impossible for Sharon to get a glimpse at anything.

A dark-skinned guy, tall and lean, made his way out of the crowd against everyone and over to Steve. Sam Wilson Sharon recognized from the yearbook. "Hey, some freshman assholes are messing with Matt! Lang's fighting with them right now!" Steve was instantly on his feet and most of the crowd parted as he made his way through with Sam right behind him.

"Every year," Peggy rolled her eyes. "I hope he doesn't go as easy on them as he did last year."

"Last year they just stole something from his backpack," Gwen reminded her. "That sounded like they could have tripped him or something. Especially is Scott's fighting."

"Scott will fight anyone for any reason," Hope crossed her arms as the chaos seemed to die down. The room even became quiet enough now you could hear Steve's voice from where they were gathered.

"We're not going to tolerate bullies in any from here, alright?" came a very stern voice that Sharon noticed Peggy smile at. "I don't care how it started. This is your one warning, alright? He's just trying to have a normal first day like you." With that, the commotion seemed to die down and conversations started up again just as a very stern, older woman in black was making her way over. "It looks like he saved the day before Vice Principal Hill could even make it over." Hope made a grand gesture to Peggy. "Your knight in shining armor."

"We should grab a seat," Sharon told Peter. "Darcy will be looking for us." Peter nodded and the two made their way after a wave to the girls to an empty table, deciding to stay inside rather than going out as some students had. Sharon kept an eye out for Darcy when Steve and the other guy walked past her. They were followed by two others- one sporting a split lip on his huge smirk as well as a black eye and another using a cane and wearing round tinted glasses. Scott Lang and Matt Murdock. Of course.

"I thought we weren't going to get in any fights this year, Scott," Steve lectured behind him, making Scott roll his eyes.

"In his defense, he was defending my honor," Matt spoke up with a self-depreciating smile.

"Yeah," Scott agreed, guiding Matt a touch to the right wordlessly. "No one trips my best friend and is going to walk straight for at least a week. And besides, it's progress that I made it this far into the year." Steve just gave him a look as the four reached their table and had a seat. "So is this the part where we ask how everyone's summer went?"

"We hung out yesterday, Lang," Sam shook his head. "But, I'll bite. How was your summer?"

"Wow, I wasn't expecting anyone to bite," Scott admitted, now scrambling. "Wet? Hot? American?" He shrugged. "It was summer."

Sharon was pulled from their conversation by Darcy literally falling into the seat next to her. "Wow, you guys won't believe it. First, I was there for the fight and then this guy offers to pay for mine and everyone else who was still in line's lunches in honor of 'The Noble Blow Stricken Against Injustice By Our Very Own Steve Rogers'." She grabbed a sandwich and took a large bite.

"Who can do that?" Peter questioned.

"Tony Stark can do that," Darcy answered. "I mean, he bought my lunch so I'm forever indebted to him. He told everyone to join the Howard Stark Science Club while he had our attention."

"I'm certainly planning to," Peter admitted. "It's the best in the state with Stark industries backing it."

Darcy shrugged. "Maybe I'll look into it too. I need some extracurricular to keep me out of trouble. I can't afford to end up back in jail again." She looked up from her sandwich to see the looks on her friends' faces. "It was a joke. A believable joke, but a joke nonetheless. I mean I have done illegal things. I just haven't been caught."

Lunch passed pretty quickly with the three getting to know one another a bit more before heading to their next class together. Sharon was even starting to warm to Darcy in an arms distance away manner. The rest of day actually went pretty much without incident until Peter crashed into someone on their way to their last class, sending him to the floor.

"Dude, I'm so sorry," the guy who had plowed into him apologized. He had blonde hair and a mustache to match while sporting a red leather coat and Walkman at his hip. Sharon immediately recognized Peter Quill, one of the group that sat under that gnarled tree during lunch. He pulled Peter to his feet with a quick yank and dusted him off. "Wow, you're so small I must have missed you." He pulled the headphones from his head, "Come and Get Your Love" blaring from them.

"Thanks," Peter Parker spoke over the music. "I was in a bit of a hurry. I should have been-"

"It's all good," Peter Quill waved him off. "Us big kids got to look out for you little guys. I'm Peter Quill, the coolest kid here have to say. Slightly biased, but it's true." He noticed Sharon for the first time and smiled, failing to notice the glare she was giving as seconds counted down. "Who's your friend?"

"That's Sharon. I'm Peter Parker." Quill's eyes widened dramatically at that.

"No!" he shouted, pointing a finger at him. "No! That is the second time today a freshman has stole my name. First it was that Foreign Exchange kid-"

Sharon blinked. "His name's Pietro."

"Close enough!" Quill cut her off. "I just… I'm the original and people should know that." He thought for a moment before snapping. "Lil' Peter."

Peter's eyes widened comedic ally. "What? No! No!"

"Come on," Quill pat Peter on the back so hard he nearly fell over again. "It suits you." He put his headphones back on before Peter could object anymore. "I'll tell all my friend- Lil' Peter." With that, he was gone. Peter just let out a sigh and turned to Sharon.

"Like I told you- identity crisis." It actually made her laugh and lose track of the seconds. They still made it with plenty of time though. They all sat as a voice came over the loudspeaker, Dr. Erskine pausing from his introduction.

"Hello everyone. This is Principal Fury. I just wanted to thank everyone for a relatively eventless first day and welcome you all to the school year. You all stay out of trouble and work hard now, because I have my eye on each and every single one of you." Erskine shook his head after it cut out.

"The least he could do it make a new speech one year," he quipped, earning chuckles from the class before continuing. "Now, how about we get back to Western Civilization and the syllabus?"

After her last class, she waved to Peter and Darcy as she climbed into her mother's car, perhaps a not so scary smile on her face. She glanced over at her mom to see she had one of those mom smiles and rolled her eyes. Her mom started out of the lot before turning to her daughter at the first light.

"Tell me everything."

And Sharon did. She did with an energy quite different than what she usually possessed as she spoke of Peter and Darcy and lunch and Peggy with Steve and Lil' Peter. "I don't think it will be too bad after all," she admitted at the end. "I might have found my team to get through the mission with," she also spoke in familiar terms.

And as she went to bed at nine thirty promptly that night after thinking her day over, she decided it went even better than she had planned the night before.

Good thing she now had everything in place and had adjusted her expectations and battle plan for day two.

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So I would like to thank you all for reading. This story spawned from a conversation that happened between me and two of my best friends. I just came up with so many ideas and they insisted I write them down. So here we go. This story will be told in vignettes, little snapshots that will bounce around and focus on different students and years at random. I have over thirty planned for right now so I'm quite excited to dive in deeper to these characters and this school.

Thank you again for your love, support, and for clicking on this. Send all your thanks to Caitlyn and Kayleigh for dragging me into this.

Next Time: That Time in Infinity High… When Peter was Pushed off a Roof

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