"Miss Beth. The Avengers and Nick Fury request your presence in the kitchen." Jarvis announced. I regrettably put my book down and walked downstairs. It was silent. Okay, THAT'S not normal...

I turned the corner to find them all waiting expectantly at the table, with Fury at the head. I stopped in my tracks.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked, nervously clasping my hands. Because if this is about me making all those charges on the S.H.I.E.L.D. credit card-" I begin, avoiding their gazes.

"You're not in trouble Beth...wait WHAT?" Nick spoke, raising a menacing eyebrow.

"Hahanothingwe'regoodhow'syourdaybeen?"I hurriedly let out, shifting my weight back and forth as innocently as possible.

Fury sighed. "Why don't you have a seat?" He suggested. I grabbed a bottle of juice I and a stool from the bar and situated myself at the other end of the table, extremely curious and confused about what was going on.

"The state government wants the Avengers to go around to the different high schools in the city and teach basic survival skills and give 'inspiration' to the students." He said. "Your basic 'no child left behind/shaping the next generation' bullcrap. Do you accept?" He asked, looking around at everyone.

Tony and Clint wrinkled their noses. I snickered. "I really don't want to..." Tony said.

"C'mon guys! This could be good!" Bruce said. "For once, the government isn't trying to kill us, or exile us, or prevent us from helping people. They actually want our help. I say we take advantage of this rare opportunity..."

Thor nodded. "I agree with Banner."

"So do I." Steve chimed in.

"I think so too. So you two need to quit being immature." Natasha said, and ended the conversation.

"Perfect." Nick commented. He pulled out a tablet thingy and swiped a few times. He turned it around for us to see. "Here is a list of the schools you're scheduled for so far. The first is Millennium High School." He explained.

I dropped my bottle of juice, my heart stopping. The splatter was the only sound in the room as they all looked at me.

"Is there a problem?" Fury asked.

My mouth went dry, and I lost the ability to speak.

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"You guys can't go to my school!" I exclaimed, pacing back and forth in front of the TV. "Absolutely not!" I said, waving my hands. Steve had called an "emergency family meeting" after I spilled my juice in shock. Fury had already left, avoiding my explosion.

"You heard what Nick said, Beth. The affairs are already in order." Steve said, trying to calm me down. "I'm sorry. It won't be so bad..."

"IT WON'T BE SO BAD?!" I shrieked, whipping around to face everyone. They all flinched, except for Natasha. "I can't handle 24-7 interaction with you! Having my family at my school for a week giving 'inspirational speeches' and teaching 'survival skills' is literally straight out of a nightmare! Call it off. Skip Millennium High. ANYTHING but follow through with this!" I shouted.

"Look, Beth. We can't get out of it. We are scheduled starting this coming Monday. There's no changing that." Bruce said, and with that the conversation was over. My family left the room, ignoring my piercing glare.

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I shot another arrow into the target, breathing heavily and hitting the bulls eye. I grabbed three arrows out of the quiver on my back and fired them one after the other at a new target, hitting the bulls eye with each.

I set the bow down and took off the quiver. I decided some good old-fashioned kick boxing would help subside my rage.

I was positively fuming. How could they do this to me?! I thought as I slammed the punching bag with attack after attack, kicking and punching and sweating. Do they not understand how weird, awkward, and horrible this is going to be?

After another half hour, Clint walked into the gym, wrapping his hands in tape so he could kick box. He opened his mouth to say something, but didn't when I immediately grabbed my gym bag and left, brushing past and ignoring him completely.

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I angrily chewed my cereal that Monday morning, crunching my Frosted Flakes as if it was their flaky goodness that had betrayed me instead of my family. You could say I still hadn't gotten over it yet. I just kept on imaging all of these horrible scenarios. What if they told embarrassing stories about me? Or tried to get me to come and talk about inspirational crapola?

"Good morning, Beth!" Thor said cheerfully as he strode into the kitchen. I ignored him too and continued to take my anger out on my breakfast.

"I see you are still vexed. I shall leave you be." Thor spoke after a moment. He grabbed his mug of coffee and left the kitchen. I pretended I didn't hear the hurt in his voice or saw the slump in his usually proud shoulders.

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I was absentmindedly chewing the end of my pen in Homeroom as I went over some History notes for my test next period. Other students were talking or tapping away on their phones, but I was in such a bad mood that I didn't speak to anyone. I was trying so hard to not think about the assembly later on today that I was actually studying. The familiar intro music to our school's newscast chimed over the loudspeaker, so I set my notes down as we turned our heads to the TV.

"Good morning Millennium High. I'm Lindsey Franco." the girl said with her chipper newscaster voice. "I have some exciting news. Every day this week, we will have an afternoon assembly in the Performing Arts Center."

Everybody around me groaned, and I gripped my desk, bracing myself for the announcement to come. My heart began beating fast. No. No. No. No. NO.

"New York City's very own team of crime fighters-The Avengers- will be teaching the student body basic self-defense and survival skills, along with speaking and visual presentations. We are the first school to be a part of this program, thanks to junior Beth Jordan, who many of you know as the girl who gets to live with the Avengers. Report to the PAC at 1:00 each day this week. In other news..." she announced, but the rest of her words were lost as everybody turned around to look at me.

My eyes were wide, staring at the tile floor. I didn't dare meet any of the other's gazes. I felt my face flush and my hands were sweaty gripping the desk. The room was silent except for Lindsey signing off.

The bell rang, and I ran out of the room, never more relieved than that moment to hear its annoying sound.