AN/ I love Momma!Nat for Peter.

"What do you mean Spiderman isn't coming?" Fury asked Tony as everyone stood in command central already suited up. "We need him for this mission. He said he'd be here."

"That's the thing," Tony started. "He wants to come but he uh… he's in detention."

"He's being detained?" Hill asked worriedly. "Track his suit we'll send some agents-"

"Not that- well- kinda like that but I mean," Tony sighed. "He's got detention at school." Everyone groaned and sighed cursing their luck. "Hey, if he hadn't have gotten detention he would have been here on time but he's stuck there for an hour and a half."

"What'd he do this time?" Steve asked.

"He wouldn't say," Tony shrugged. "Just that he couldn't make it."

"Can't May just call or something?" Bruce asked. "I mean, we need his web skills for this mission against Hydra-"

"I asked," Tony shrugged. "You don't think I tried to get him here? May's out of town she called but they told her no. Hell, I called and they told me no."

Fury sighed, normally he would call in some random replacement but with Peter's acrobatic skills as well as his web-slinging powers, he was irreplaceable… for now anyway. "Romanoff, go in and extract the kid."

"What?" She asked just now turning in from the side. "Why me? Why not Clint or Steve or hell, Tony."

Fury turned to Tony. "He says whos sitting with them?"

"The asshole principle, Mr. Morita." He rolled his eyes.

"Romanoff's going in," Fury said in a final tone. "Get ready and be quick about it."

Natasha rolled her eyes pointable as she walked turned and walked back down to the costume room.

Peter was practically vibrating in his desk. He got detention. How could he do that? Well, he knew how. But this was only his second Sheild Mission and Fury himself had asked him to go. Fury. Himself. Jesus, how did he fuck this up so badly? They'd never ask him back. They'd never ask him to be an Avenger. He'd have to give his suit back again and then he'd die. He'd just die. He didn't know how but he would. Dead. D. E. D. Dead.

He glared at MJ, who had turned up just to capture his misery as well as most of the football's team when a flash of red by the door caught his eyes. "Oh God," He gasped. "No."

Natasha burst through the door wearing a big smile denim booty shorts and a tight-fitting tank top with "I 3 NY" sprawled over it. All eyes immediately went to her. "PETEY!" She squealed in a thick New York accent pushing up her thick black glasses.

"Jesus no," Peter panicked in his own personal sea sweat and despair.

"My little man!" She cooed loudly running him in her black platform flip-flop heels. She bent over his desk, showing the principle her ass and his classmates her black bra as she hugged him. "I've been sent to extract you," She whispered in his ear. "My glasses are transmitting everything back so stop panicking I'm not here to murder. Hug me back, you're making this weird."

"You're extracting me?" He asked wrapping his arms around her.

"You think we can do this mission without you?" She smirked pulling back. "My Ghad you are so BIG now! Just look at my little Petey."

A clearing throat had her turning around quickly. "Excuse me, Miss," The principal looked her up and down. "But who are you?"

"Oh, silly me," She laughed. "I'm Natalie Rushman, Petey's aunt."

"His aunt?" He questioned. "His real Aunt May never mentioned a sister… well other than-"

"Oh I'm not a real aunt," She waved her hand dismissively. "I went to high school with May and her sister. I've known Petey since he was a teeny tiny chubby baby." She giggled. "I'm in town for the weekend and when I got home and he wasn't there like he was supposed to I got worried and called May."

Peter, shaking himself out of the shook of what was happening as well as being overwhelmed by the fact that they really did need him for this mission, jumped up grabbing his backpack and Nat's upper arm rushing them towards the door. "Yeah, sorry Aunty Nat, we can go now let's hurry."

"Wait for just a minute," Morita said stopping them at the door. "Petey still has a detention to serve here. He has an hour left."

"Oh, of course," Natasha gushed stepping over to the corner of the teacher's desk. "And I think he should, you know learn some discipline." She turned to Peter and hit him upside the head. "Ya putz, getting detention." She smiled largely back to the principle, bending forward slightly. "But could he maybe serve his time on Monday or Tuesday?" She asked her voice speaking in question. "Ya see, I've got us some non-refundable tickets and all and-"

"I understand but he broke a major rule of our school and must serve today." He interrupted.

Natasha gasped. "A major rule?" She turned and slapped Peter on the back of the head again making everyone snicker holding their laughs back. "Peter Paker, what the hell did you do now?"

"I punmmsummmon." Peter muttered.

"You what?" Nat asked putting her hand to her ear. "Speak up Mister, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I punched someone," Peter said quickly feeling as though he was having a conversation with May herself. "But it wasn't my fault!"

"Oh, it wasn't?" Natasha crossed her arms. "So what happened hmm? He trip and fall on your fist?"

"Well no, but you see he was making fun of me and-" Peter's lip formed a tight line as she held up a finger to him.

Natasha kept her hand up to Peter turning to the principle. "So what exactly happened with Peter?"

"He punched a student in the hall today," Morita said with some sick pleasure. "That student now has a black eye."

"Ah," Natasha said shaking her head in fake outrage. "You gave someone a black eye Peter?"

"Well yes," Peter said quickly only to have a finger held up again.

"So you got in a fight," Nat shook her head. "I can't believe it."

"No he wasn't in a fight," Morita corrected. "He punched the student who did not even fight back."

"Peter," Natasha said in fake shock and outrage. "I can't believe you swung first, you know I taught you always to make them swing first." She hit him upside the head again. "So what happened, huh? What'd this other kid do to you?"

"That's just the thing!" Peter yelled finally being able to get his point in. "He's been bullying me all year! He ruined my science fair project, Aunt Nat."

"He's been bullying you?" Natasha asked. "What'd he do to your project?"

"He ripped all my wire out of my switchboard and broke the edge of it off," Peter deflated. "When I confronted him in the hall about it called me a fag and a loser… so I punched him. But I just gave him a black eye!"

Natasha nodded. Most people would think that was a cop-out to say, but her and the Avengers watching through her glasses knew that we saying a lot. He spared with Thor and Hulk, even sending both of them through a wall at one point. So the fact that he has just given him a black eye really did mean something. "Alright," She said exasperatedly. "Alright," She turned to the class of football players. "Which one of you is the one he punched?"

"That boy isn't here," Morita explained. "He was the boy who was assaulted."

"He isn't here?" Natasha asked with genuine outrage. "What do ya mean he isn't here. He broke my boys science fair project."

"Yes, but your boy punched him-"

"What my boy," Natasha gritted. "Did was defend himself and his private property against a bully. And his bully gets off scot-free?"

"Well, you see-"

Natasha spun to the rest of the room. "What's the name of this kid?"

"Fullner, Miss," One of the football players answered. "He's in the starting line, a real asshole. I didn't see him break the project but I'm betting he did."

"Yeah," Another nodded. "Fullner is the fucking worst, lady, I've seen him bully Petey and that one nerd that hangs around him all the time-"

"Ned," MJ supplied.

"Yeah, him," He nodded. "It's like Fullner makes his goal in life to make their life hell."

"For a full school year?" The boys nodded to her. She turned back to the principle. "So this has been going on a full year and you've done nothing?"

"Let's calm down now, Romanoff," Fury warned over her earpiece.

"Well had it been brought to our attention-"

"Oh, he has," MJ smirked. "Peter and Ned have told basically every teacher they have more than twice and they've told you themselves like, four times." She scoffed. "Hell, even I've told you a couple of times."

"Gah," Natasha scoffed crossing her arms as she turned to the principle. "So for over a year, my sweet innocent little man has been telling you and other adults here about this bullying. For a year he has been bullied daily, mocked, picked on and has had his own personal property defiled on your watch and you have done nothing. So my sweet little monkey finally stands up for himself after his school project is sabotaged and broken, and you decided to let this Fuller go and instead punish the victim for standing up for himself since you won't?"

Morita gulped. "Now listen here-"

"No!" Natasha snapped slamming her hands onto the table. "You listen here. I know for a fact you got camera's all over this school and when I'm not spending time with Peter and May I'm working at my day job with is at a programming government contractor. So I can assure you I can access that freaking footage of you doint shit while my sweet little love muffin is terrorized. And if I can't I sure as hell bet Mr. Tony Fucking Stark can. And I don't know about you Petey, but I'm smelling a lawsuit, are you?"

Peter smiled with self-satisfaction. "Yes. As a matter of fact, I do, Aunty Nat."

"Well I - we - I-" Morita floundered.

"Here's what's you're gonna do," Natasha said crossing her arms. "You're gonna give this Fullner kid three weeks-" Peter elbowed her. "A months worth of detention every day for an hour-" He elbowed her again. "And a half long."

"But-"

"AND," Natasha continued. "You are gonna make sure that Peter has everything he will need to fix his freaking project by Monday."

Peter swung his backpack to the front pulling out a peice of paper. "I already made a list," He smirked putting it on the desk.

"And to make sure that all this happens," Natasha went on. "I'll be doing my work online from May and Peter's house and checking in every so often that you keep doing my conditions. Or you'll be hearing from mine and from Stark's lawyers."

"Yes ma'am," Morita eeped out.

"Good," Natasha nodded putting her arm around Peter's shoulders. "Then me and my boy will be going now. And you," She pointed at him. "You can go and fuck yourself." She turned to a smiling Peter. "Come on hun, I'm getting you ice cream before we go to the ship."

Peter beamed as she pulled him in a storm down the hallway, her arm still around him. "Wait, are we really getting ice cream?"

"There is always time for ice cream," She could hear the smile in Fury's voice. "Just make it quick."

"Of course," Natasha smiled, now using her normal voice.

"Yes," Peter smiled pumping his fist as they pushed open the double doors.