Okay on to happier chapters for a little while! Can't wait to see what kind of trouble Kate is going to get into now that school has begun.

As always, please review :)

Kate yawned sleepily as she sat in the passenger seat of the black SUV. Clint was driving her to her first day of school the domesticity of the moment felt both strange and nice.

"Why does America make students wake up so early?" Kate asked yawning again.

"Well, you should have asked that question before you wanted to sign up for school." Clint said with a smile.

Kate turned in her seat to look at him, one leg tucked under her casually. "You okay today?" She asked.

He smiled faintly as he glanced at her. "You know, I am supposed to be the older sibling." He said.

"Just answer the question Hawkeye." She said grinning.

"I'm good." Clint said. "You?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

They had a long conversation last night after the others left, just reorienting themselves to their new situation and the things they had to do to adapt to the new normal. Not that anything in their lives was normal, but it felt good to be on that same page again and to have no more secrets.

They pulled up in front of the school and Kate was suddenly wide awake, her stomach fluttering nervously. "Is it too late to change my mind?" She asked.

Clint's blue eyes lit up. "Katherine Barton are you telling me you're scared of high school?" He asked.

"Yes." Kate said after a second thought. "Can we go home?"

Clint laughed. "Absolutely not. Get out there and give 'em hell." He said.

Kate made a face but hugged him quickly and jumped out of the car, Clint handing her her backpack once she was out. "How do I look?" She asked.

"Beautiful." Clint replied with a proud smile. "Now go, we're holding up the line."

She shut the door and waved, quickly blowing him a kiss like she would when she was little. She saw the warm smile on his face as he recognized the gesture before he drove off.

As the SUV moved, she saw Peter walking up to the school, so she waited for him to cross the street. He looked up and spotted her and immediately smiled. She smiled back but it faded quickly as a kid in a silver sports car sped up and nearly hit Peter. She would have thought inattentive driver if the kid hadn't yelled out, "What's up Penis Parker!"

"Oh my god!" Kate said with wide eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm good." Peter said quickly as he pulled his earbuds out.

Kate looked at the car. "Who was that?" She asked.

"That's Flash." Peter said. She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I know. His real name is Eugene, but he hates when people call him that."

"Does he do that a lot?" She asked as they walked inside.

"Not so often." Peter shrugged.

Kate narrowed her eyes. "He's actually trying to hit you with his car?" She said horrified.

Peter smiled. "He's not gonna actually hurt me." He offered and lowered his tone. "You know, super strength and all. Can catch a car with my bare hands."

"That's not the point." She said but let it drop.

"You look great by the way." Peter said as they walked to their lockers which were pretty close to each other.

Kate smiled and looked down at the blue acid wash dress and denim jacket with calf high boots. "Thanks. Nat picked it out for me." She said. "I would have just been happy in a T-shirt and jeans."

They stopped at her locker first, which was quick since she didn't have much yet and then went to his. She waited patiently while he got his needed books and papers. She observed all the science things that were going on around them, kids flying drones in the hallway, carrying science projects, there were sports, but it was definitely a mix. As she waited, she became very aware of the looks they were getting, it only increased when Ned joined them.

Thankfully, she had pretty much all her classes with Peter (she was pretty sure that was Tony's doing somehow) but the one class she didn't have with him, English, she had with Ned.

First class of the day was math, which would be a breeze. The teacher, Ms. Warren was nice when Kate handed in her papers but immediately made Kate introduce herself to the class.

"Okay, everyone, settle down." Ms. Warren said. "We have a new transfer student. She's here from Germany so I want everyone to be welcoming. This is Katherine Bishop."

The teacher signaled to her to speak and Kate sighed internally. "Hey everyone. Umm…just call me Kate, no one really calls me Katherine." She said.

"How come you don't sound German?" Flash asked raising his hand.

"Cause my brother was only stationed there for a year." Kate said. "We didn't live there very long. Great food though, really recommend going if you can."

Another kid raised their hand. "So, you live with your brother?" She asked.

"And his wife, yeah." Kate said.

"Where are your parents?" Someone in the back called out.

Before Kate could say anything, Ms. Warren stepped in. "Oscar, that is an entirely inappropriate question!" She said and then turned to Kate. "You can sit down now. There is a spot open there next to Peter."

Kate really wasn't offended by the question but was happy to sit down and have the spotlight off her for a minute.

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Peter felt his pulse jump as Kate walked over to their now shared table and she gave him a bright smile. She scooted her chair in close, her knee brushing against his. He smiled as she subtly bumped his shoulder with hers.

Kate got called on quite a bit in class just because she was new, but Peter watched as she answered easily and correctly every time.

Next class was chemistry. The teacher didn't call on her to speak in front of the class this time, so Peter led her quickly to his table which was open since Ned had been put with Betty for the class.

"The new girl seems pretty cozy with Parker." Someone whispered.

"Yeah, she was sitting with him in math too." Someone whispered back.

Peter glanced up but he couldn't tell where the comment had come from. It soon didn't matter when Kate leaned over and whispered to him to explain a chemical reaction to her.

Kate had English with Ned before lunch, so Peter was on his own for SAT Prep. As he sat down, he heard a louder buzz of whispers than usual. Normally he would tune it out, but he paused when he heard his name.

"It totally seems like Parker knows her." A kid named Ashton said.

Jason, who did the daily broadcast with Betty asked. "What's her name?"

"Kate Bishop." Cindy from decathlon replied.

"I can't find anything on this girl." Someone else said. "She doesn't have any social media."

Peter put his earbuds in but didn't turn on the music. This way he could listen to them without them being tempted to ask him questions.

They had started theorizing by the end of class and some of them were pretty funny. He'd have to tell Kate about them later.

Lunch could not have come quick enough. He dodged out of the room before anyone could stop him for questions as he heard them talking ambushing him once class was over. When he got to the cafeteria, Kate and Ned were already there. His super hearing picked up her musical laugh as Ned was telling her a story as they waited in line.

Picking him out quickly, Kate waved him over already holding a tray for him.

"Hey." Peter greeted as he joined them. "How was English?"

Kate made a face. "I have to write an 8-page paper about the summer reading list just to prove I'm caught up and have it in by Wednesday." She said in annoyance.

"Yeah Mr. Cline is no joke for a teacher." Peter said cringing in sympathy.

"He needs to chill." Kate muttered with a cute pout.

She followed Peter and Ned to their usual table and the conversations were definitely picking up. Kate sat across from them so she could look at them both.

Kate scooted forward a little to lower her voice. "Am I paranoid or are people staring?" She asked.

"No people are definitely staring." Ned said before Peter could reply. "Pretty girls don't normally talk to us unless they have to."

Kate looked taken aback. "What? Why?" She asked.

"Yeah, we're not exactly the most popular." Peter admitted sheepishly.

"Then they are all crazy." Kate said. "You guys are great."

Peter was definitely feeling lighter from that point on.