A/N: Sorry for the long delay, I went on vacation and then ran into a crucial spot in my main story, The Changeling. Here we are, day one of school! Maybe you'll see some familiar faces, but this will not be an Amazing Spiderman crossover. A second trailer for this fanfic is up on YouTube by the way called Valkyrie Trailer 2 {Avengers Fanfiction}, along with a trailer for a potential new fic called Shadow Rising {Avengers Fanfiction}.
Reviews are always appreciated!
Pepper offered to drive Eliza to school the first day as it was one of Happy's days off. Tess was scared out of her mind. The school knew of Tess' predicament with her wings but had told the Avengers, who now had legal guardianship of Tess, that it wouldn't be a problem. The school year had just started after all, and surely the wings wouldn't pose too much of an issue.
When Tess got out of the limo, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared. Tess' wings began to shake in fear.
"Can't I be homeschooled," Tess turned around and begged Pepper.
Pepper looked at her sadly, "We're working out the legal issues with having a computer program act as a primary instructor, but for now, it's regular school for you. You'll do fine."
A man in a black suit and tie got out of a black car nearby and walked over.
"Ms. Potts, if you'll turn her over to me please."
"Sure, Phil. Take care of her."
"You know I will," Coulson assured her, "Hello Tess. I'm Agent Coulson. I'll be acting as your body guard for the foreseeable future while you attend school."
She shook his hand. She was pretty nervous still, even knowing she would be having a body-guard.
There was a crowd of kids out front staring at her and whispering god-only-knows what about her wings that made Tess very uncomfortable. Her chest began to hurt as her bullet wound stung.
"Miss Myria," Phil Coulson stated, "I'm Agent Phil Coulson, but you can call me Phil since we will be working closely together."
"Nice to meet you," she managed to stutter out.
"I have your itinerary here," he said, pulling out a folded up piece of paper, "It says your first class is English. Shall we?"
"Sure, sir."
"Phil."
"Right," Tess nodded, "Phil."
They walked inside the school and Tess did her best to squeeze her wings together to keep from bumping other students. The majority of students stopped in the halls and stared at her, laughing or simply investigating. Ever present behind her was the stern and calm presence of this new man, Phil Coulson.
Tess wondered how he knew the Avengers and why he'd been picked to be her body guard. She tried to focus on the Avengers and not on the stares and gawks that were being shot at her from the other students.
At last they came to a door labeled "118". Walking inside, Tess found it was a large room with two black chalk boards and posters of books and authors all over the walls. It smelled of old books and coffee. Tess noted there were three or four students in the classroom already, three girls and a boy. The boy was sitting on a desk, talking to two of the girls. The third girl sat in the back, quietly waiting for class to start. All four looked up in awe as Tess walked inside.
"Ah," said the teacher, coming over, "You must be Tess Myria."
He shook her hand.
"Yes sir," she nodded.
"I'm Mister Brooks, English teacher."
"Pleasure to meet you sir," Tess replied with a half-smile.
"If you'll come this way," Mr. Brooks said, "Your desk is this one here."
The teacher led her to the back next to the girl with dark brown hair. The girl looked up at Tess and then looked away, trying her best not to stare. Tess took her seat quietly as the class began to fill.
"I'll be right back here," Coulson whispered to her, gesturing to the back of the classroom in a small chair.
She nodded and took out her books for English class.
"What's your name," the girl next to her eventually asked, turning back to look at her.
"Tess Myria," Tess said with a small smile, "What's yours?"
"Jessica Jones."
"Nice to meet you," Tess smiled lightly before turning her attention to the teacher.
"Today we will be going over Native American myths," Mr. Brooks said excitedly, "Each myth is laced in meaning and subconscious desires!"
"Sounds like a bunch of crap to me," said the boy who had been in there earlier.
"Mr. Thompson," Mr. Brooks frowned, "Please try to be respectful of other cultures, especially when we have a new student in the class."
"You mean her," Thompson pointed at Tess, "The freak?"
"Is that going to be a problem, Mr. Thompson," Agent Coulson asked from the back of the room.
"Who are you," Thompson asked.
"Mr. Coulson, Miss Myria's personal bodyguard," Agent Coulson told the boy.
"Why does she need a body guard," another student asked.
"To keep people like Mr. Flash Thompson here, Emma, from bullying her," Mr. Brooks replied, "Now, back to the lesson."
The first three periods of the day went remarkably similar to this. The class would start out with someone insulting Tess and end with a fine class lesson. She was finally growing used to the routine when lunch came around.
"So Phil," Tess asked as they went to her locker and she got her lunch, "How do you know the Avengers?"
"I work for an organization known as SHIELD. SHIELD helps sponsor the Avengers and I've worked with Clint and Natasha for years," he revealed to her, "I used to be their handler."
"That's cool," Tess nodded.
"Hey Tess," came a voice from behind a crowd of people.
Tess looked around for the source of the call.
"Hi Jessica," Tess smiled, "How are you doing?"
"I'm good," she nodded, "I was wondering if you and Mr. Coulson would want to sit with me at lunch?"
"Sure," Tess said happily.
"Hey Bird-brain," Flash Thompson called out to her as they walked into the cafeteria, "How's your first day going?"
"Ignore Flash," Jessica told her, "The damn jock thinks he's better than everyone."
"Well my wings don't help matters," Tess muttered.
Jessica nodded as they sat down, Phil Coulson sitting a bit away from the two girls.
"How did you get wings, if you don't mind me asking?"
Tess shuffled her feet beneath the table subconsciously, "I was part of an experiment. They did genetic alterations."
"That's scary," Jessica muttered, "To have to go through, I mean. Not your wings."
"It's okay," Tess sighed, "I know everyone's afraid of me."
"I'm not," Jessica assured her.
Tess smiled, "Hey, would you want to come over to my place after school today to work on the project for Mr. Brooks?"
"I'd love to," Jessica nodded, "Rumor has it you live with the Avengers. Is it true?"
"Yes," Tess nodded quietly, "I'm still getting used to it."
"That's pretty cool. I work for a newspaper and write articles about the Avengers sometimes," Jessica told her.
Soon enough lunch was over and the girls realized they had their next class together, science. The teacher was one Dr. Raymond Warren. Jessica seemed excited.
"In the first few days I've known him, Dr. Warren has been amazing," Jessica told her, "She always helps me out when I need assistance."
As it turned out, Jessica was right. Dr. Warren was nothing but friendly and helpful to Tess while in class, even going so far as to allow Agent Coulson some time alone with Flash Thompson. When he came back inside, Flash seemed a little bit more than frightened of Coulson. Who knows why?
All in all, despite the mistreatment of her during many of her classes, Tess considered her school day a success. After all, she was a misfit. To herself, she deserved the mistreatment and abuse she received as it was only natural. She was a rogue experiment, someone who shouldn't be allowed out in the real world, but who has been given a fluke chance. She would be sure not to screw that chance up.
