7:00 AM, right on the dot. How did Wanda know this? Because her alarm was going off and she cursed her past self for setting such an atrocity. She remembered setting it only six hours before. Only six hours of sleep for the big day. The Avengers Academy entrance exam. She laid in her bed— moaning and groaning at the prospect of leaving the confines of her modest twin-sized bed. The blanket was still toasty from being machined dried the night before, and her window was cracked open just right. The Winter breeze infiltrated her room just enough for Wanda to experience that perfect temperature between warm and chilly. But alas, all good things must come to an end, and that alarm was getting really annoying.

I should really stop using songs I like as my alarm.

Wanda lazily swiped at her bedside table in a vain attempt to stop the masterful combination of instruments and voice. On the second swipe she managed to press what she thought was the snooze button. She didn't really care if it was the snooze or off button anyway. Sleep seemed very alluring to her and only six hours of it was a crime. She snuggled back into her blanket and exhaled a sigh of relaxation. Her eyes stayed shut as she felt herself being swept away by the spirits of somnous.

That was until her phone bursted into life once more, but this time, it was a call. The ringtone was a loud alarm that blared, "Warning! Warning! Annoying sibling unit is trying to contact you!" She wanted to scream.

Again, Wanda swiped at the bedside table to halt the annoying sound, and silenced it on her first try. Just as she was going to go back to sleep, the dreaded phone rings one more time. Thoroughly annoyed and done with everything— Wanda bit the bullet. Her eyes shot wide open and with ferocity and panic she grabbed her phone. She pressed the green "pick up" button and screamed into the phone.

"Let me sleep!"

Silence on the other end. Until a familiar voice chuckled and said, "Well, good morning to you too, sis."

Wanda slumped back into her bed. "Why are you calling me and not just barging into my room like every other day?" Only then Wanda noticed the sounds of wind coming from the other end. "Are you out on a run?" she asked.

"Yeah," Pietro replied, "Didn't get much sleep last night, so I decided to cut my losses and start my day early."

As Pietro explained himself Wanda took her signature red bandanna, tied it around her head in a nice bow, and got up to get dressed for the day. "I feel you there. I only got six hours, and even then I kept waking up."

"Ooo! Texting your boyfriend in the late hours of the night?" Wanda scoffed at that remark. She really hated how he kept teasing her.

"No," she responded, deadpan. "And we're not talking about that today. I can't afford to even think about it."

"You can't hide from your feelings forever, Wanda~" Pietro said in a taunting voice.

"Pietro, I'm serious. Not today," she said. "We've been thinking about this day for literal years. No distractions."

Wanda could hear Pietro laugh. "Fine, fine, I won't tease you about your undying, 'unrequited' love for the spider child." Before Wanda could retort, Pietro spoke up again. "Speaking of Pete, have you heard from him? He hasn't been answering my texts."

"He should be at Stark's bunker right now. He told me was gonna get up at like 3:00 AM and finish the challenge." Wanda changed apps to check her messages. "And the only thing I've gotten so far is a good morning text at 4:00 AM."

"You get good morning texts?" he asked.

This is gonna be a very long and very arduous day isn't it?

After she finished getting dressed and the phone call with Pietro. She left her room and headed down the hallway that was decorated with dozens upon dozens of family photos. She took some time to admire the still images of life before. Some were in sepia tone and others were in that particular pseudo color that defined photos in the 80's. Pictures of her bunic and buncia in 1970s Romania, in the height of the dictatorship. She thanked whomever listened that her bunic and bunicia survived those hardships.

She remembered much about her time in Romania. Friends, teachers, and certain food chains in the towns come immediately to mind. She did, however, have a hard time when her family decided to flee to the United States. She was too young to understand why her and Pietro had to leave their homeland behind, but her mama always said to her, "Trebuie să mergem acolo unde Doom nu poate ajunge la noi." With age she learned the "whys" and "hows" her family ended up in Queens, but she never forgot the confusion and fear of arriving in an entirely different country. She knew English well enough, but the intricacies and lawlessness of the language proved rather difficult. She got much better with time, however. Eventually, she started to think in English instead. Although she did wish her parents taught her Romani. She was always down with getting in touch with her heritage.

Wanda found herself in the kitchen of her modest house. A little note on the table made itself known to her as she set up her small breakfast. It read, "Mult noroc astăzi, păsările noastre mici! Vă vom înveseli! Te iubesc ~ mama și tata." She smiled at the warm gesture. Her parents always did their best to provide for her and Pietro.

Once she finished her small breakfast of a healthy bagel and orange juice, Wanda took a slight glance outside the window before immediately looking away. There was snow everywhere. The sidewalk hadn't been shoveled yet and neither had her driveway. Trails were left in the snow by her parents' cars when they left for work earlier in the morning. Wanda sighed. She hated the snow. In fact, she hated all of Winter. Christmas was the only saving grace, but that was only one day.

Wanda looked at the time on her phone. 7:45 AM.

Shit, I gotta get moving.

After she dropped her dishes in the sink, Wanda scurried over to put on her heavy Winter coat. It was a button up, brown coat, with black buttons and a hood. It was a hand-me down from her grandparents, and it still was in perfect condition. Finally, she wrapped her neck and mouth with her pink scarf to achieve peak warmth for the chilling weather. She grabbed her sports bag with her gym clothes for the practical exam. After she checked she had everything: phone, purse, keys, gym clothes, and red bandana, she opened the front door. The moment she opened the door was one that filled Wanda with regret. The cold splashed her face like water on a windshield. Her eyes burned from the windchill and she so desperately wanted to hide her eyes from the cold, but she knew that she needed to see where she was going. After she made the first few steps out of her house, and after she closed the front door behind her, Wanda trekked on through the snow. She felt her phone vibrate, and after fumbling with the touch screen, she opened up a message from her neighbor: May Parker.

Mrs. Parker (7:51 AM): Good luck, Wanda!! I'm rooting for you :-) You and Pietro are going to be great heroes. Hug my boy for me, would you, hon? Love you 3

Wanda smiled. She looked back past her home and to the Parker house window, where she saw Mrs. Parker waving to her. She waved back. Wanda's smile grew bigger and warmth filled her chest. Mrs. Parker was such a kind soul and Wanda held her on a pedestal above literally every human in the world. If there was somebody she wanted to be like, it was her. A badass with a heart of gold. Wanda moved forward, through the snow, toward her goal: to be a hero that actively makes the world a better place. She clutched her bow on top of her head and smirked.

Let's do this.

As she stared at her now empty cup of iced coffee, Riri Williams sighed. It was supposed to last her for more than just two hours. Maybe she should have ordered another one, but it would have melted before she got the chance to drink it despite the chilling conditions outside. The non-existent coffee would have helped the sudden babysitting job that she ended up with. Laying on the examination table, that generally would be used for armor inspection, was that weird spider kid.

What an idiot…

She checked her phone for the time. 8:30 AM, on the dot. She groaned and got up to check on the kid's vitals again. Pulse, blood pressure, pulse-oxygenation, and blood sugar were all regular. Riri huffed and returned to her seat by the computer; she wanted to get some work on Ironheart before Tony got there.

If I can somehow adjust the energy output of my blood into the armor by just 3%, I can probably…

The spider kid, Peter, she recalled, stirred and got up from the table, cutting off Riri's train of thought.

"Why does… my everything hurt?" he asked in an innocent tone.

Riri didn't skip a beat or take her attention away from her work as she answered. "You put a serious strain on your body with that dumbass move you did, so you fainted and banged your head on the floor." She tapped her forehead. "You have to go home and rest."

"Wait, wha?" Peter replied, slight delirium

A frustrated sigh found its way out of Riri's mouth. "You. Spider-kid. Injured. Exhausted. Strained. Will definitely be hospitalized if you do the thing." Even though all of that grilling, Riri never took her eyes off of the monitor.

But how much blood can be circulated through myself and the armor to be at maximum efficiency and not kill me?

"B-b-but I gotta go! Pietro and Wanda are going today! We're supposed to go as a group…" Peter pleaded.

Also, how can I best protect my fistula when villains find out about it? More armor plating, sure, but what if a villain has a power similar to Ant-Man?

"And and and…!"

No matter how much Peter begged and pleaded, Riri wouldn't listen. She was in her own little world. Peter's voice became just a nebulous concept to Riri as she stared at the computer monitors. Blueprints upon blueprints. Chemistry equations upon chemistry equations.

"Riri?"

A new voice ripped Riri from her world. She then swung around in her swivel chair to see Tony Stark standing where Peter stood, not moments before.

"Tony? Wait, where's Parker?" she asked.

Tony raised an eyebrow. Riri did not like what that implied. Not one bit.

"You didn't see him leave?" Tony replied.

What?!

"He texted me and that he was leaving for the exam thirty minutes ago…"

"Oh, did he now?" Riri hissed through gnashing teeth.

"Yeah, so what do you think of him?" Tony asked as he took a seat next to Riri.

Riri glared at Tony dead in the eyes and growled, "Infuriating."

Peter stood in front of the age-worned mansion with wonder and awe in his heart. The England Victorian design, the garden and lawn that surround it, but what took his breath of all else was the "X" that adorns the mantle above the main entrance.

"Xavier's School for Gifted Children," Peter whispered to himself. He was impressed by how well the mansion had been preserved ever since the school shut down years ago. Peter went to grab his phone to snap a picture, but was given a cruel reminder that his phone died on the train ride there. He sighed and wondered how he was gonna meet up with Wanda and Pietro. This place was so unfamiliar. He didn't know the layout of the land, where he was in relation to other landmarks, what room he was supposed to go to, or even any meetup places to find Wanda and Pietro.

His anxiety-riddled thoughts were interrupted by a warning from his Spider-Sense. He looked all around his surroundings in paranoia, trying to find the inevitable danger. A stray thought suggested that he must have looked ridiculous twisting and turning.

"Stop fidgeting, Parker, and get the hell outta my way," a familiar voice said, sending a chill down Peter's back.

Peter turned to where the voice came from and his wish never came true as he saw Flash Thompson, wearing a dark leather jacket and jeans. Peter rolled his eyes; Flash always tried so hard to look "tough" and "bad." It seemed to work on the rest of his class, but not to Peter. He was still scared stiff of him, though.

Peter took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and thought about what he was about to say.

It's go time.

"Oh shut up, Flash-?"

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"Saved your life!" an unfamiliar voice exclaimed.

Very light pressure was felt on his chest as he just hung there, his shirt being the culprit behind the pressure. The mystery, however, revealed to be much deeper as he found himself being pulled back to his feet. Peter turned himself around and saw a new and unfamiliar girl standing in front of him. She was shorter than him, but not by much. She wore a white and pink heavy coat with a stylish hoodie with cat ears, and dark leggings. She struck a pose by making a peace sign over her eye, winking, and sticking her tongue out.

"Name's Gwen and I just totally saved your life, Spidey!" she said.

Peter shot her a bewildered look and sputtered out, "Sp-Spidey?"

She beamed a smile. "Yeah! Cuz, y'know, Spider-Man! No one's called you that yet?!"

More confusion came from Peter. "Um, no. It's Street Sentr-wait, how do you-" He was suddenly cut off as Gwen put her finger up to his lips.

Really close!

"My Quark-thingy! Sorry I can't help it. Kinda know who you are and all that stuff, it's great and convenient, Spidey." She never stopped for a breath, and consequently ran out of breath by the end of her sentences. Peter also noticed a slight pink color on her cheeks.

"Uh, yeah, um…" Peter struggled to find the words to properly reply to Gwen. If there were words to reply to such a bombastic and bubbly personality such as her. He couldn't help but blush. It wasn't often that a stranger girl would talk to him so upfront like this. Of course, Wanda always was there, and, personal and confusing feelings aside, he was used to her presence. This was totally different. "I, uh, did you see who pushed me?"

"Yeah! It was that black-haired kid! Eddie Brock, right? What a jerk!" she exclaimed.

"That…. ugh…" Peter groaned. "And it's Flash, actually," he replied with a hint of confidence.

"Wait, Flash Thompson? Really? That's..." A total shift in her character. No longer bright and bubbly, but lost and deep in thought.

More seconds passed and Peter felt just a little uncomfortable. She didn't say anything else.

"Uh…"

She snapped out of her thoughtful daze and went right back into her previous self. "Anyway! I'm gonna get going! Can't wait to beat against all the odds and somehow get into the school at first place! See ya, Spidey!"

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Weird. Very very weird.

A familiar voice called out to him. "Yo, Pete!"

Peter turned toward the voice and saw none other than Pietro and Wanda walking down the path to meet him. He flailed his arms over his head in some sort of way to wave at them. Then, he dashed over to greet them.

"Woah, woah! Slow down, there, bud!" Pietro exclaimed, using his hands to get his message across.

Once Peter was face-to-face with his friends, he blushed with a bit of embarrassment.

He chuckled. "Heh, sorry."

Pietro laughed and took him in a bear hug. "Hey, it's 'aight man! We're here! Today's the day! We should all be excited! In fact..." He then grabbed Wanda and forced her to join the friendship hug. "C'mon, sis!" Pietro began to laugh.

"Gah!" she squeaked.

After accepting his fate of having his face be scrunched up next to Wanda's, he eventually let his guard down and started to laugh with Pietro. Today was the day. So much blood, sweat, and tears to get in front of that door. To climb that wall. He was ready as he'd ever be.

The written test was first and for Peter, Wanda, and Pietro it was a breeze. They'd been crunching for weeks and it paid off. There were questions about World History, Hero History, Math, Science, Literature, and Avengers History. Peter chuckled at the thought of Tony Stark himself writing an incredibly ego-centric retelling of the formation of the team. But alas, after the written tests were done and over with, all applicants were directed to the building's auditorium for instructions for the physical exam.

The lights in the auditorium dimmed and silence fell upon the audience. As he sat between Wanda and Pietro, Peter got anxious from waiting in anticipation.

"You okay, bud?" Pietro asked.

"Yeah," Peter replied. "It's... just that the last time I was in an auditorium with you two, I got bit by a spider and then I got spider powers. Kinda nerve racking." His leg kept bouncing up and down. Anxiety crawled up and down his skin. He didn't know what was worse: his spider sense going off, or the wait. The absolute anticipation of things going wrong because of a buzzing sensation going off in his head. It wasn't really all that healthy for him. "And it's really cold in here too."

"Yeah, it is chilly in here, but..." Pietro's words cut through Peter's negative thoughts. "You're gonna be okay, alright? Wanda and I won't let anything bad happen to you."

Peter's lips formed a meek smile. "Thanks, bud."

"Could you two not lean over me when talking? Thanks." Wanda interjected the two with an annoyed tone.

Pietro smirked. "Oh, please. You'd let him lean over you anyt- ow!" After a fatal blow from Wanda's flying fist, Pietro rubbed his arm with a grim expression. Wanda glared daggers at her brother. Pietro just rolled his eyes in return and shot back saying, "Fine, I won't tease you about it."

Peter had no earthly idea what they were talking about, and decided not to press it. Suddenly, the stage was lit up with spot lights, smoke rolled across the ground, and a booming voice shook the room. "Ladies, gentlemen, and that beautiful rainbow in between and beyond!" Peter and Wanda hopped in their seats with extreme excitement, but Pietro groaned and rested his head on his fist.

Wanda turned to Peter with a big smile. "Oh, my God!" she squealed. "I didn't know he was here!"

Peter faced her as well. "I didn't know either! He didn't say anything about it on his podcast!"

However, Pietro just gave an annoyed grunt and whispered, "I really can't stand this guy."

The crowd roared. A trap door opened on the stage and a silhouette appeared on a rising platform. "Welcome to the home of all of Tony Stark's tax write-offs!" The fog started to dissipate and the figure became more clear. "I'm your host: the incredible, off-the-rails, former merc, now hero-with-a-mouth, Deadpool!"

Stepping out from the fog stood a man in a red and black outfit. He had a brown belt around his waist and two swords strapped to his back. His face was completely covered by his mask, but left two little slits for his eyes.

"TIME Magazine's voted Funniest Hero in the World!" Peter managed to squeak out.

"More like the world's most overrated hero- ow! Would you stop that?!"

Wanda stuck her tongue out. "Let people like things, killjoy."

Pietro just shook his head. "No," he said flatly.

After a few jokes that went very well with the audience, Deadpool went into the specifics of the upcoming exam. "So here's the deal: we're gonna throw a bunch of 14 year olds into a very dangerous situation, 'kay?" On the giant screen behind him, silhouettes appeared. To Peter, they looked like robots.

"We got some villains for 'ya! Class A robots are weak and are valued at one point, Class B robots are moderate and are worth two, and finally Class C robots are the strongest of the bunch and worth three. More robots dispatched, the more points you get. It's as simple as that!"

Peter was in the middle of raising his hand to interject that claim, but Pietro tugged at his shirt and pulled him back into his seat..

"'But wait!' I hear you cry!" Deadpool exclaimed. "'The pamphlet said there are four robots!'"

Peter couldn't help but internally groan as a smug smirk found itself on Pietro's face.

"Kids, I hear you. I hear your clamouring voices like the two voices that are already inside my head." Deadpool then clicked a small button on the podium. A new silhouette appeared.

Peter couldn't help but gawk at the design. It was humanoid unlike the other three villains. It had a stocky build and it wielded some sort of sledgehammer.

"This villain is worth zero points. If you see it…" Deadpool's voice became uncharacteristically monotone. "... run." Silence fell upon the crowd and uneasiness swept the air.

"That's, uh," Wanda said, "Ominous."

A nervous sweat bead ran down Peter's forehead. "Y-yeah…"

Eventually Deadpool broke the tension and went back to his usual joke-filled self, much to Pietro's obvious discomfort. More jokes were told and more information was doled out. Where the bathrooms are, where the written test would be taken, etc.

"Alrighty, kids. Two more things before I send you to punch robots. One: You've all been assigned a number when you got your identification cards at the front. Your number corresponds with the mock city you'll be going to for your exam," said Deadpool.

Peter took out his card out of his pocket and peered at the number.

"I got two," he said.

"Four here," Pietro chimed in.

"..." Wanda stayed silent for a moment. "Three…"

Peter frowned at Wanda's apparent disappointment. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Wanda responded with a curt, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

Peter frowned. The stench of that lie could stop an elephant in its tracks.

"You sure?" Peter asked.

"Mhm," Wanda responded.

Peter didn't want to be rude and pry anymore so he dropped it. His attention shifted back to the stage, where Deadpool was finishing his last point.

"And finally, thing number two: I am giving up the stage 'cuz someone wants to give you all a rousing speech of patriotism! … or something like that, I dunno," the Merc with the Mouth said.

The entire auditorium fell silent as that "someone" made his way across the stage. His boots made noise with every step. On stage, clad in red, white, and blue, with an "A" adorned on his forehead, wings on both sides of his head, and wielding a shield with the same color scheme as his costume, was who Peter considered to be the most important hero in the world. Steven Rogers, Captain America. Of course, Iron Man was the most popular hero in the world. He topped every popularity contest, both official and fan made. But, Iron Man wasn't the leader of the Avengers. He didn't call the shots. That was Captain America. Cap's feats were unparalleled, and whenever he entered a room everyone stopped and listened. Even though Peter trained with him, even though Peter saw the human side of him, even though Peter knew the pain and suffering he went through when he broke out of the ice after fifty years of hibernation, Peter still sat awestruck. Captain America was like a god to him and many others.

Cap stopped in front of the podium, sifted through the audience with his gaze, leaned into the microphone, and spoke.

"Relax." His voice was calming. Deep, but kind. A leader's voice. "You all look tense, and that's perfectly normal. I was too when I signed up for the army." He took off his mask and showed his face to the audience. "You're all here today so you can have a shot at being heroes, and that is very admirable. The human heart is a wonderful thing, and wanting to become a hero shows a lot of it. But, I won't lie, not everyone in this room will pass today's tests. Only twenty of you will be chosen for the hero course."

The tension in the air was so thick that Pietro would have a hard time running in it.

"Being a hero… isn't all about the popularity. There were a lot of different reasons why people joined the army during the war. Some joined because their fathers before them served in World War I. Some joined because they were drafted. Some, because they wanted glory, and others because they just wanted to shoot at someone." Cap looked to the side and contemplated for a moment. "I joined, because I didn't like what was happening on the Eastern front. Hitler and Mussolini were steam rolling through Europe. Robbing people of their homes, their families, and their lives. They chose to do that because they didn't like that other people were different from them. It scared them, and scared men with immense power hurt innocent people. I just didn't like bullies."

Wanda leaned in and whispered in Peter's ear.

"Was he like this when you trained with him?" she asked.

Peter responded, "I honestly don't remember. I was kinda starstruck."

Wanda giggled at his response and Peter felt heat rise to his face.

"Now, just because I had a different reason to join the army than the rest. Didn't mean I was better, for the exception of the glory seekers and trigger-happy murderers. Many were forced to fight and die in a foriegn land, and some wanted to uphold their family's name in the military. From both of these camps, I had men in my squadron. The Howling Commandos. We worked as a team. We communicated. We had each other's backs, and we never, ever, left someone behind. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be alive. The exploits of Captain America would be a short footnote in history. In this test, it will be dangerous. Heroes don't just beat up villains. They protect and save those who are in harm's way, whether it be a civilian, another hero, and yes, villains. They also work together as a team. The pros will have very little influence on how the test will go. You all are mostly on your own. Be heroes. Not crime stoppers." Captain America put his mask back down on his face and once again eyed the audience. Once satisfied, he smiled and said, "Good luck to you all. Be great out there. Be Avengers. Thank you."

With that, the auditorium was emptied, and the trio confided in each other one last time.

Peter looked at his friends in the eyes. This was it. The last time he'd see them for a while.

"Are you gonna be okay by yourself, Pete?" Wanda asked.

Peter nodded, albeit with some hesitation. "Y-yeah, I'll be alright. I… I trained for this. We all did."

"Damn straight we did," Pietro said as he patted Peter on the back. "We got this in the bag. Just keep moving and get those points."

Wanda chimed in. "Remember to listen to your Peter-Tingle. It's usually right. Most of the time."

"I thought… okay. Thanks, Wanda," Peter said, choosing to ignore the demon-phrase that Wanda uttered. Peter blushed as Wanda shot a warm smile.

Pietro grabbed Peter and Wanda into a group hug just like before. "I'm proud of us. Let's kick some ass," he said with determination carrying his words.

Peter and Wanda nodded. Then, he opened the camera app on his phone.

"Hey, let's take a selfie," he said.

Pietro and Wanda took Peter's comment with surprise.

Pietro grew a large smile. "Wow, look at you! Wanting to take pics again. What's changed?"

Peter chuckled with embarrassment and touched his finger tips. "I… I just feel happy right now…"

"Stop teasing him!" Once again, Wanda punched Pietro in the arm.

"Would 'ya stop?!" he yelled at his dear sister.

After some bickering between the two siblings, the trio finally got in position for the selfie. Peter reached out his arm and held his phone to get the perfect angle of him, Pietro, and Wanda lined up in that order.

Peter started to count down. "Alright, guys. On the count of three. One… two…"

"Three!" Pietro exclaimed.

All three gave a big bright smile. Pietro's was so large that his eyes were closed. Wanda threw up a peace sign and Peter would find that adorable. Peter and Wanda were blushing as Pietro had his arms wrapped around both of their shoulders, not so subtly inching them closer to each other. The three friends then parted ways, and promised to see each other soon. They promised each other when assembled to be not ordinary students from Midtown High, but as heroes-in-training on the path to attend Avengers Academy.

I can do this.

To be continued...

Well it's been a couple months! I'm so sorry it took so long but things happened and... I didn't get to do what I wanted to do! And there were other ideas I wanted to do. And by ideas that I wanted to do I mean commissions that I wanted to spend money on LOL. So yeah! I got three commissions done! One is of the selfie done by @XoxoMika_213 one is of Gwenherself by @frogletcomics and one is a theme song by my friend @CyclonX!

I'm really happy I made it this far and just... thank you so much for reading and giving me feedback. Itwarms my heart of mine! Chapter 9 will be done hopefully soon! I've been ona good motivation high! So hopefully that comes out by the end of the month! Thanks so much for reading :)