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"Hello there!"

Gwen Stacy started, her eyes red and puffy from tears. It was her last period of the day, English, four weeks since her father's death, and three weeks since Peter's rejection of her.

The girl next to her tried again, "Hi there, I'm Natalie! What's your name?"

Gwen stared at her for a few long moments before her words finally clicked. "-oh! Sorry, I was just thinking... I-I'm Gwen, Gwen Stacy."

The red-headed girl next to her cocked her head to the side. "Why are you crying?"

"Oh, don't worry about it; I wouldn't want you to get all tangled up in my problems." Gwen smiled a little bit, "So, Natalie, what about you?"

The English teacher began lecturing up the front, something about plot lines, and the two chatting girls lowered their voices.

"What?"

"Tell me something about yourself... Um... What's your last name?"

Natalie looked a bit stymied for a moment, then she composed herself and she just looked plain annoyed. "Barton, my last name is Barton."

It was at that moment that Peter himself swept in for class, epically late, as per usual.

"Late again, Mr Parker." The English teacher said without turning from her blackboard.

Peter slipped into the seat behind Gwen, "I'm sorry Miss I promise it won't happen again." He dumped his bag.

"Don't make promises you can't keep Mr Parker." The teacher said, sounding bored.

Peter leaned forward and whispered in Gwen's ear, "But those are the best kind!"

A wide smile began to grow on her face.


"Sir" Agent Hill said in a hushed tone. "The camera's working, and Agent Romanoff has made her first move to approach Miss Stacy."

Fury approached the screen, watching the grainy shots from the video camera hidden in Agent Romanoff's earrings.

"How're they doing?" he questioned.

Hill looked nervous, "It's been mostly fine. They've engaged in casual conversation, exchanging manes and such. Miss Stacy appears to have taken an immediate liking to Romanoff. Although..." The Agent hopped from foot to foot, "There was almost a slip up in her cover."

"What?!" Fury couldn't imagine Natasha Romanoff making a mistake.

"Romanoff hesitated to tell her last name. Who chose Barton, by the way sir?"

"Who do you think?" The Director muttered under his breath, jerking his head towards a certain genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist who was reclined on a sofa in the corner of the room.

"Oh boy" Hill gasped, "He is seriously going to die when Nat gets back."

Fury sighed and shook his head, staring intently at the screen once more.

"I know."