So... I'm just going to leave this here for you guys to enjoy. Once again, I don't own anything that belongs to the Marvel or DC Universes except for Kendall. Enjoy!

Chapter 2:

After Fury dismissed us from the meeting and I had a little chat with Pepper regarding Tony throwing me a birthday party, I decided to head back home and get changed since Dad and I were going to go to recruit Peter Parker. Instead of my S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform, I dressed in a pair of jeans, t-shirt, and converse sneakers. Dad was still dressed in a professional manner when I left my room and he handed me a piece of paper with a map.

"This is your "schedule" and you know we'll meet up in the last class. The map is gonna' help guide you while you search for some of your classes, although, you might just go to half of them. We were able to find Peter's schedule and get you into his classes so that you can monitor his progress and see if he uses his powers during the day." I looked at the schedule and saw that Dad and I would meet up during Honors Chemistry. He looked at me once and then smiled.

"What?"

"You look like a proper teenager instead of a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent." I guess this was his way of saying that he approves of what I'm wearing at the moment.

When I arrived at Midtown Science High School, the bell had rung and students were moving to their next class. This was where my mission began. "You know what you have to do and I'll see you in Honors Chemistry, okay?" I nodded my head as Dad smiled. "That's my girl." He kissed me on my forehead before we went our separate ways and I looked at my surroundings. A typical high school it was. It had the flag at the front of the school, the courtyard where people got to hang out during study hall or when they had lunch outdoors, practically everything that I was used to. The only difference was that I went to Private School and graduated last summer, in which Tony threw me a party at the beach and it was actually a lot of fun. I was lost in my own thoughts until someone bumped into me and I fell onto the ground and the sound of books hitting the ground accompanied my fall.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I heard a male voice say. I looked up to see a young man with glasses, wild brown hair, brown eyes, and a worried look on his face. I was fine and I only saw that I had dropped my schedule and the map on the ground while this stranger had dropped all of his books. "Are you okay?", he asked. He was dressed in a light green jacket, dark jeans, a t-shirt, and sported converses like I did. He stood up and held out a hand for me to grab as he pulled me up.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," I began, dusting myself off. "And it's no problem. I'm a clumsy person myself." I reached for my schedule and map but he reached for it as well and our hands touched slightly. He retracted and I saw his face turn red. "My name's Vicky, short for Victoria. You?" He rubbed the back of his neck in a shy manner and I brushed hair away from my face.

"My name's Peter. Peter Parker." I had to keep my cool because I had just found the hero that Dad and I were sent to recruit in the five minutes that I was on school grounds. Well... that was easier than I thought. I only tilted my head slightly and saw that the bell had rung again. "Oh well, I got to get going. I'm gonna be late for class." Before he ran off, I managed to grab his wrist and he turned to face me.

"Uh, listen. I'm new here and I have no idea where I'm supposed to go. This map is getting me nowhere and it's like the rest of the student body don't even want to help out the new girl. Do you think you can help me find my way around the school?" I handed him my schedule and he looked at it with a slight bit of fascination. But then his eyes squinted at the thought that it was sort of strange that a girl like me would be in most of his classes. Then again, sometimes these things happen.

"Well that's funny. You're in almost all of my classes. The ones that you aren't with me already passed so it looks like I get to help you get to the rest of your classes. Come on." I smiled at how polite he was and that I was glad that he was willing to help a total stranger like me. I began to walk next to him while he passed the time making small talk. I looked over at the schedule again and saw that I had made it just in time for study hall which was going to be until 10:30 and then from there Peter and I would go to lunch. I kind of like this schedule already. "So, where did you go before Midtown High?"

"St. John's Prep. It was a Catholic, private, High School and it wasn't so bad. If you're going to ask me if I miss my friends from the school, then my answer is not really. I mean, I had a few friends but none that I could say that were my best friends. Plus, they would always complain about the uniforms that we were required to wear but in my opinion they are actually cool. I felt like I was at Hogwarts when I went there even though the uniforms were nowhere near as cool as those uniforms in the books. Plus our homework didn't consist of magic and all that fun stuff." Peter let out a small laugh and I joined him. But it was true, I did attend St. John's preparatory high school and I didn't really make that many friends. It's kind of hard to make friends when you were in High School and training to become a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent.

"What brought you to public school then?"

"Dad wanted me to experience at least one year of regular high school. I was kind of glad when he said that since I wondered what regular school was like."

We reached the classroom and I took a seat next to Peter. The teacher didn't even bother to mark us late since it was Study Hall and no one really cared if you were late for that. But Peter apologized for our tardiness anyways. "What about you, Peter?" He placed his bag on the floor after he pulled a notebook and pen from it and placed both items on the table.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what's it been like for you here at Midtown High? You know, details that the new girl should know about this place if I want to survive." He fixed his glasses on his face before speaking since he looked like a nervous wreck. How can a guy like this be a superhero that needs to be recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D.?

''Well, uh-" He was going to continue to speak until someone barged in on our conversation.

"Hey Parker! I hear you talking to the new girl?" He turned his gaze towards me and with a wink he continued, "If you really want the scoop on this place, why don't you hang out with someone like me and not a loser like Parker here? Isn't that right, Parker?" He slapped Peter on the back of the neck and I heard Peter let out a small grunt at the thought of this guy bullying him. "I'm Flash. Flash Thompson. And you?" I looked back at Peter who looked a bit hurt from what Flash said to him.

"Vicky, and if you're going to pick on someone like Peter then why don't you pick on someone your own size?" I was at the risk of exposing all of the training that I had acquired from S.H.I.E.L.D. and blowing my cover. But I didn't like the way that this guy was talking Peter. Speaking of which, the poor guy looked up at me as I stood before Flash with no sense of fear radiating off of me. It was like he thought I was asking for it when I stood up to Flash.

"Oh come on, I can't hit a girl." Flash replied. I began to crack my knuckles and knew that this was going to be a lot of fun.

"Then you're just going to make this easier for me." Peter got up quickly and placed both of his hands on my shoulders, stopping me from punching Flash in the face.

"It's okay, Vicky, just let it go." I look at him with a dagger-filled glare and once the bell rang for dismissal from class, he ran for it. I just scared off a potential threat. If Natasha saw me right now, I think she would be proud of me since she was one of the people who trained me. Well, she would be proud in her own way. "You didn't have to do that. I was going to handle him on my own." I raised an eyebrow before returning my attention to Peter as we headed towards the Cafeteria.

"Oh really? Were you going to handle the situation before or after he kicked your ass?" He looked at the ground as if what I had just said had hurt his feelings more than what Flash did to the back of his neck. I sighed as he continued walking. "Peter, wait." He stopped walking and turned to face me. "I didn't mean that. It's just that I have this tendency to be protective of people and when they tell me that they could've handled the situation, I usually overreact and say things that I don't mean. I'm working on that though." The hurt look on his face had vanished because I saw a smile appear.

"Do you mind if I get something from my locker really quick?" I shook my head and made a gesture that said he should proceed with it. Irony kicked in when I saw that his locker was a few feet across from where the cafeteria was. My eyes began to scan everything that was in his locker and I found out that he was really into photography and art. He was fixing up a few books he had in the locker and then at one point he grabbed a brown paper bag and then I saw that he closed the locker door. "Ready to go?" I nodded and we walked into the cafeteria and I was amazed at how many people filled this one room. There were people all over the place and lines formed for those that paid for their lunch or bought drinks and snacks from the vending machines. Meanwhile, it looked as if every table in this room was full or overcrowded since there wasn't a single seat open in sight.

"How is it that you people eat in here? I would get claustrophobic within five minutes if I sat in a large group and was overcrowded by people everywhere." Peter laughed and I couldn't help but still look around as people passed by us.

"I don't. There's the courtyard out front and I usually go there during lunch. We're allowed to be in the halls during our lunch period as long as we don't bother anyone or disturb any classes in session. I'm gonna go buy a soda from the machine, do you want anything?" I don't know what came over me in that moment because I felt my heart melt at the thought of how nice Peter was being.

''No, I'll get it myself Peter. Don't worry about me." He shook his head as a serious look on his face had appeared this time.

"Vicky, you're the new girl and I think that's a legit excuse for me to buy you a soda." I really didn't want to fight with Peter since already I was starting to warm up to him and he was slowly winning me over despite the fact that I had just met him. I shrugged my shoulders and allowed him to buy me a soda which made my face turn red. What the hell is going on with me?

"Thanks, Peter." Everything was going fine until I saw Flash walk up to Peter and bother him yet again. Only this time he brought backup and he looked pissed. One of his friends took the brown paper bag from Peter and threw it on the ground before stomping on it. Flash threw Peter against the wall and it looked like he wasn't even going to fight back. I knew that Peter didn't like it when I stepped in to defend him earlier in Study Hall but this time, Flash had gone too far and I wasn't going to stand for this. Looking around at my surroundings, I spotted someone with a new can of soda and I had a flashbulb moment. Quickly grabbing the can of soda, I grabbed the few dollars that Dad gave me this morning and threw it onto the table while saying,

"Here, this should be enough for another soda. Thanks." I walked away and began to shake the can of soda, hoping that this plan would work. I had to do something and fast since I saw Flash getting ready to punch Peter. "Hey Flash!" I yelled. He turned to face me and there was a hint of fear coming from him. "Listen, I'm sorry about my threat earlier and would you do me a favor and open this can of soda for me? I got my nails done yesterday and I don't want them to get ruined." He looked at the rest of his gang and they all shrugged their shoulders as Flash took the can from my hand. Peter looked at me with a worried look and I looked back at him and winked, hoping that this plan wouldn't fail. When Flash opened the can, the soda exploded onto his face and onto his varsity jacket and I stood there snickering under my breath.

'Hey, what the hell?" he shouted. I took the can from him and began slurping on the soda that was still in the can.

'Thanks, Flash, you were a lot of help." All of his friends stared at me as I walked past them and helped Peter onto his feet. "Sorry about your lunch, Peter." He threw away the paper bag and picked up his backpack.

"It's okay, I wasn't really that hungry anyways."

When we reached the courtyard, I was glad to see that not only Dad had packed lunch for me in the Captain America lunchbox he got me for Christmas a couple years ago but there was a small bag inside of my backpack that had a note on it. It was in pristine handwriting and I knew that it had to be from Pepper. I looked at the note while Peter was searching through his bag for something and the note basically said,

"Kendall,

I found Tony cooking in the kitchen after you left the mansion and I managed to dispose of whatever the hell he made because the last time I checked, it didn't look edible. Thinking quickly, I grabbed the leftovers from the batch of brownies you and I made the other night when we were watching Dirty Dancing and packed those in place of whatever Tony made. By the way, he's still excited about the whole party thing. Hope your mission goes well!

Love,

Pepper "

You have no idea how much I love Pepper because of this. I placed my lunchbox on the bench that Peter and I were sitting on and carefully hid away the note since my cover would've been blown if Peter read the note. I looked over at Peter who ran his fingers through his hair as he was reading his chemistry book. Once he joined the Avengers, I have a feeling that he would join Tony and Bruce and their whole science bros thing that they had established awhile back. He looked like he was really interested in his chemistry book.

"Hey, Peter, think fast." He looked up really quick and that's when I tossed the package of brownies in his direction. "You're not allergic to chocolate are you?" He shook his head and opened the package to see the batch of leftover brownies that Pepper and I had made.

"Thanks, Vicky" was all he managed to say with a mouthful of chocolate in his mouth. I laughed since I thought it was downright adorable seeing him like that. Before I began to eat the sandwich Dad had made for me, I decided to split it and share it with Peter who continued to give me that helpless, 'you don't have to help me' look. I also poured half of the soda that Peter bought me into the one I used on Flash and gave the rest to Peter who kept thanking me for everything that I was doing. Besides, I saw that Dad had put in some Chips Ahoy cookies for me so he wasn't going to be the only who got to eat some chocolate today. In the middle of our meal, Peter spoke. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what's up?" he fidgeted since I could clearly see that there was something strapped to his arms and he looked around the courtyard to see that no one was in sight and lucky for him, no one was nearby.

"I want to show you something really cool but you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone. If word about this gets around I will be so screwed." I nodded my head, acknowledging the fact that I was swearing into secrecy and keeping whatever this secret was from the rest of the world. ''Okay, I've developed these web-shooters in my spare time and I want to test them out really quick. Now, hold out your hand with the can of soda on your palm." I did so and he was preparing to do whatever it was his shooters were going to do. "Don't move and check this out." Within the blink of an eye, I saw the can fly back and stick to the wall as there was a small web around it to hold it in its place. It all happened so fast that I felt that if I had blinked, I would've missed everything. Peter stood and was proud to see that his device had worked perfectly and he let out a small chuckle at the surprised look on his face. Fury told me that Peter had been bitten by a spider while visiting Oscorp and this was no mere spider. The spider that bit him gave him all these spider-like abilities and with the proper device and patience, he could shoot webs and be a human spider without all of the extra body parts.

"Peter, that was absolutely amazing! How on earth did you do that?" He began to explain what Fury had told me before I came to Midtown High and then explained how he came up with the idea for his web shooters and how long it took to modify them before he could do something like what he had just done.

''So you promise not to tell anyone about this, right?"

"Of course, Peter. I'm good at keeping secrets and I'm at that point where I could fill a whole book with them." I looked over at the schedule and saw that we were on our way to Honors Chemistry when the bell rang once again. Already, the sound of the bell was starting to annoy me.

I felt awkward walking into the classroom and seeing Dad stare at both Peter and myself as we took our seats. Because he was the substitute teacher, it usually meant that the teacher left behind work for their students and that it was also a free period because most of the times substitute teachers just asked for your name during roll call and then the rest of the time was yours. Peter began to doodle in his notebook and then I realized that he was drawing a small comic. I kept eyeing the drawings and at one point I realized that this was a comic strip of what had occurred during lunch and I smiled at the thought of being the center of a comic strip and posing as a hero. "Is that supposed to be me?" I asked, making Peter jump in his seat. "Sorry. Didn't know you were really in the zone."

"It's cool and yeah, that's you totally kicking Flash's butt because in this comic, you're a secret agent who was trained by James Bond." His imagination scared me because while I wasn't trained by Mr. Bond himself, I was trained by a couple of master assassins and am an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Funny how these things seem to be coming together. "Do you wanna' see?"

"Sure," I said as he passed the notebook towards me and I read the entire strip so far. He nailed every detail of the scene and I was surprised to even see the details he added during the scene where Flash opened the can of soda. It was there that I couldn't help but giggle at the drawing which made Peter blush and rub the back of his neck slightly.

The bell rang to signal the end of another day and I looked at Dad who simply nodded his head as a way to say 'Showtime'. He stood up and called Peter over to his desk,

"Mr. Parker, my name is Agent Phil Coulson and as a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., I'm here to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative. And I see you've met my daughter, Kendall." Peter's eyes went wide at the thought of a secret agent being his substitute teacher. His gaze turned towards me and he was shocked to see how calm I was.

''So you're name's not Vicky?" I shook my head. "Who are you people and what do you want from me?" I held up my hands as a sign to calm him down.

"Peter, calm down. Like my Dad said, my name is Kendall and not Vicky. That was just a name I came up with to keep my cover. We've been keeping tabs on you ever since we heard about the incident with Doctor Connors and we were very impressed with your performance on how you handled the situation. Yes, I am an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. alongside my father and I was sent here undercover with him by the orders of Director Fury, but we want you to join the Avengers. You have great potential to save the world and you showed us that. Now we want to see you work with the best of the best. Earth's mightiest heroes. So, what do you say?" He kept staring at both Dad and myself with wide eyes. He saw the badges that Dad and I held in our hands and he thought about the demonstration he gave me during lunch with his web shooters. "And don't worry about the web shooters if they get damaged in battle. I know just the right guy who can fix them and possibly improve them if they get that bad."

"You were thinking of Tony Stark, weren't you?' Dad asked in that annoyed tone of his. Peter's head shot up at the mention of Tony Stark.

"He's part of the team?"

''Are you kidding me? He was one of the first heroes that joined the group to begin with. We've also got Captain America, Doctor Strange, Doctor Bruce Banner, master assassins Agents Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, the God of Thunder Thor, and there are other people that come by so you'll meet a lot of us who will help you to become a great hero."

"That's if you decide to join us in the Avengers Initiative." Dad added. Peter thought about this for a moment as he stood up from his seat and walked towards the window to look down at the rest of the students leaving school grounds for the weekend. I could tell this was going to be a lot on Peter's shoulders but as a hero, he should know the responsibility that comes with being a hero. I looked at Dad and shrugged as if saying we should give him more time to think about this.

''What about my Aunt May and my Uncle Ben? What if-" Ah, the age old question concerning the regards of safety towards loved ones.

"They'll be fine. If you're gone for a little while because of a mission or something's come up, we'll let them know that you are safe and sound and that they will see you the next day. Kind of like saying you went on those school camping trips. It's in your favor since you're a Senior and most of you go on a trip like every other month before Prom and Graduation. And no, the villains won't know anything about who you are as a hero or where you live so that they can attack your loved ones. Not on my watch." Dad was impressed at how I was persuading Peter to join the team and I bet he was going to cry tears of joy at the fact that his little girl was able to recruit a hero all by herself. Peter let out a sigh before looking at Dad and I.

"By the way you make it sound... I'll do it." He extended a hand out for us to grab and both Dad and I shook Peter's hand as we were happy to hear that Peter Parker had chosen to join the Avengers.

"Welcome to the team, Mr. Parker." Dad said with a smile on his face.