Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews last chapter! I wanted to update last night but it took me a bit longer to write this chapter even though it's a little bit shorter than the others. You'll soon see why.

Knarl: The idea for Peter being a sort of moral compass for Emma isn't really my own. I got the idea from Jessica Jones. I remembered that there was this episode where Kilgrave tried to be a hero and Jessica had to show him the ropes because he honestly didn't know right from wrong. Their situation was way different though. I don't think he really wanted to be one of the good guys like Emma wants to be.

Spawn Hades: I think it's kind of reasonable that Peter wasn't shown as super intelligent or quick on his feet. He's only fifteen and still new when it comes to crime fighting. I think we'll see a different, more experienced Peter the next time we see him.

My dad said this really interesting thing to me the other day when he was giving me advice about tennis(I'm taking a tennis course at my college). He said that I needed to play against people who were more advanced than me so I'd rise up to their level. I think the same thing applies to Emma and Peter. Emma's incredibly skilled at what she does since she's been doing this for so long and Peter's still quite inexperienced. He's going to rise up to Emma's level the more time he spends with her. He'll be forced to think quicker and more rationally if he wants to keep up with her. The same thing goes for Emma. Peter's a good person who knows right from wrong. She'll start to learn how to make the right decision because she wants to be a better person like Peter.

JokeLover123: SpiderViper sounds really good so I guess that'll be Emma and Peter's ship name. lol.

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Emma woke up the next morning feeling refreshed after a long dreamless night of sleep. No nightmares but Emma knew that was only because she had too much on her mind. Usually Emma could last almost a week without sleep but with everything she had to deal with in the past couple of days, it was no wonder how she felt beat off her ass. Emma was just glad she did all her homework in Chemistry otherwise she'd be screwed. Wait a minute… Since when did she care about homework or anything having to do with school? Emma was completely disgusted with her new thought pattern.

After returning to her and Darcy's townhouse last night Emma took a long and hot shower so that she could wash all the blood and dirt off of her. It must've taken her half an hour to get all the dirt and leaves out of her hair. She was definitely going to need to head back to the salon soon but right now she didn't have anytime to worry about blow outs. When she walked through the front door last night, she remembered seeing Darcy and Jane staring at her with wide eyes. Emma had definitely been a sight to see looking as exhausted as she had as well as filthy. Emma remembered Darcy mentioning Jane coming over for a girl's night in so that explained why the astrophysicist was there. Emma vaguely recalled Darcy asking her what had happened and Emma just dismissively waved her hand as she headed upstairs, signaling that she wanted to be left alone. Last night was the first night of real action that Emma had experienced since she worked for Hydra.

The blonde stared at her appearance in the mirror as she finished getting ready for school. She was dressed in a pair of bell bottom jeans and an old Killers concert shirt that she had stolen from Darcy. The shirt hung a bit loose on her frame since Darcy was way bigger in the chest area but the shirt felt comfortable. Emma completed the look with a pair of blue converse and minimal make-up. She didn't feel like dressing up after the night she had.

A few minutes later Emma walked into kitchen and immediately sat at the kitchen table, planning on having a huge breakfast before she left. Jane Foster sat at the kitchen table going over some notes from her research when she spotted the teenager who was already piling every breakfast item onto her plate. Darcy had cooked an assortment of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon and Emma must've stacked more than half of the pancakes that Darcy had cooked and Darcy had cooked a lot. Jane raised her eyebrow at the tower of pancakes on Emma's plate and watched as Emma stuffed her face, looking nothing like the elegant sweet faced blonde she usually portrayed herself as.

"Hungry, much?" Jane asked her and Emma just looked up at the brunette, her mouth full of pancake as she eagerly chewed her food before swallowing.

"Yes. I had a long night last night." Emma told her before eyeing the scrambled eggs in hunger.

"I know. We could see that." Jane replied as she remembered the haggard appearance of Emma the night before when she walked through the front door. It was then that Darcy joined them at the table with a large cup of coffee.

"Yeah. You looked like shit." Darcy told her as Emma shoveled down some scrambled eggs. Both Darcy and Jane were reminded of Thor which left astrophysicist feeling a little sad as she deeply missed her boyfriend. "Care to explain what happened last night?"

"Why? Are you going to ground me?" Emma asked snarkily and Darcy snorted.

"No way. I'm just curious to know. Things have been pretty boring around here lately." Darcy explained as an excited gleam reached her eyes. "Tell me all about your superhero adventure." Jane could only roll her eyes at Darcy's lack of parenting skills. Tony must've been insane if he willingly left Emma in the care of someone like Darcy. Darcy could take care of starving scientists like herself but teenage assassins? No, that was something else entirely.

"Well, I met with Spider-Twerp again. We heard a big explosion in the distance and then went to investigate." Emma described as she ate and Darcy listened eagerly to the blonde's story. Even Jane was a little curious as she peaked up at Emma from over her research notes. "We found some idiots that were the usual criminal assholes that I'm used to dealing with. Black market guys are never that smart. We chased them down but lost them when this other flying dickhead with wings rudely interrupted us. Now we have to start a search from scratch and see where that leads."

"That's how you ended up all messed up from last night?" Darcy asked doubtfully. Emma just rolled her eyes as she remembered the amazing idea Peter had last night.

"Oh, no, that was because Spider-Twerp thought it would be a fun idea to be dragged on a filthy street by a van in the middle of the night." Emma replied as she shook her head. "That was so not my idea. It's clear that he's really new to this."

"And that's the guy that Tony recruited?" Darcy asked doubtfully before a look of realization came over her face. "No, that actually makes a lot of sense now that I think about it."

"You're telling me." Emma agreed. "I guess it's my job to show him the ropes. I never thought I'd see the day where I had to train someone who wasn't an assassin. With Hydra I always thought I'd have to train another assassin like my father trained me."

"So you're not going to teach Spider-Boy how to hide a dead body?" Darcy asked her and Emma smirked.

"I guess not." Emma replied. "It's too bad. We could've had a lot of fun." Jane sighed as she put down her research notes. She had enough of Emma and Darcy's weird relationship. Darcy was supposed to be Emma's guardian but it was almost like she was encouraging Emma's bad behavior.

"Not that I don't like discussing how to commit murder but don't you think you should've asked Darcy for permission last night before you went out and hunted down some criminals?" Jane asked Emma and the blonde raised an eyebrow at Jane. If there was one thing Emma didn't like about the doe eye brunette it was the fact that she always seemed to be a buzz kill. Emma didn't know how Thor dealt with her.

"It's not like I expected to chase down those black market guys." Emma responded with a calm expression on her face. "It was kind of Spider-Twerp's fault if you look at it. He was the one that just had to save the drug dealer. I was going to let him get shot but Spider-Twerp seemed to think he was worth saving. I mean… he probably only sells pot to kids but still." Jane's eyes widened as she stared back at the nonchalant blonde.

"Drug dealer?!" Jane exclaimed in surprise before she quickly shook her head. "Wait. No. I don't even want to know."

"My point is that you're fifteen, Emma. You should be hanging out with your friends and going to parties instead of sneaking around and chasing down felons." Jane told her and Emma offered her a smile.

"I was technically at a party last night… Well, I watched the party from a far." Darcy snorted at Emma's statement.

"You're the weirdest teenager ever." Darcy remarked and Jane took the conversation from there with a serious tone of voice.

"Emma, you need to focus on school and getting into a good college. Steve would want that for you." Emma rolled her eyes at the brunette.

"Please, don't give me a lecture." Emma told her. "I already got one of those from Stark last night and you wouldn't even believe how bad he was at it." Darcy and Jane both gave Emma confused looks.

"I thought Tony was in India?" Darcy questioned and Emma shrugged.

"He is but he was there virtually through one of his suits." Jane just groaned at Emma's admission.

"He really can't ever go away, can he?" Jane said bitterly. It was clear that Jane also held a disdain for Tony but nowhere near the hatred that Emma held for him. Emma liked that their mutual dislike of Stark was something they could bond over. "Fine. I'll spare you the lecture because of what you had to deal with last night but try not to give Darcy and I anymore scares."

"I can't make any promises." Emma told her and Jane sighed.

"That's the best answer that I'm going to get, isn't it?" Jane asked and Emma nodded.

"Yeah so be grateful." By this time Emma had already cleared her plate. Jane couldn't believe how fast that girl could eat for someone who looked so delicate but she supposed that was the point. Darcy stood up from the table as she went to go wash the dishes in the sink and Jane politely excused herself from the table as she went to grab some stuff for work. Emma looked up curiously as Darcy immediately dashed back over to her side and began to whisper something in her ear eagerly.

"Do you have that dealer's number?"

"What's up with you and Parker?" Michelle asked Emma as they worked on a classroom assignment together in English. Emma gave her friend a curious glance as she looked away from her textbook.

"What ever do you mean?" Emma said, playing dumb. Michelle just rolled her eyes at the blonde's response.

"I mean you're always talking to him. You're always texting him too and you just told me that you're skipping third period to see him." Michelle told her with a suspicious look on her face.

"It's not skipping if the teacher gives you permission to be absent from class." Emma said smugly and Michelle scoffed.

"I still don't know how you do that." Michelle muttered.

"Do what?" Emma questioned.

"Get people to do things." Michelle elaborated and Emma shrugged.

"I guess I'm that nice." Michelle narrowed her eyes at the blonde. She hadn't known the blonde long but she knew that Emma wasn't nice.

"Don't deflect. What's going on between you and Parker?" Michelle pressed and Emma looked her straight in the eyes before answering.

"We're having sex." She deadpanned and Michelle met her gaze defiantly. That kind of thing would usually shock someone but not Michelle. The only thing was that Michelle couldn't tell if Emma was joking or being serious. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"I don't believe you." Michelle told her. "Parker doesn't have it in him." Emma laughed.

"You've got me there." Emma joked.

"So you're seriously not going to tell me what's going on?" Michelle questioned and Emma just sighed.

"Look, Parker said he needed help in wood shop so I offered some assistance." Emma told her and Michelle raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't realize you liked wood shop so much." Michelle said, her voice doubtful.

"I don't. I'm just there to make sure Parker doesn't saw off a finger." Emma replied. "It's not like I'm going to be alone with him. Leeds will be there too." Michelle rolled her eyes and groaned.

"Fine, if you won't tell me what's going then I'll just shut up about it… for now." Michelle finally relented. She gave Emma a suspicious look, letting the blonde know that she knew that she was up to something. "I know you're hiding something, Lewis, and someday I'm going to find out just what that is." Emma then grinned at her friend.

"I'm counting on it, MJ." Emma told her and it was true. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that Michelle would be able to figure out what it was that she was hiding. In fact, Emma was a bit curious to see how long it would take her. She suspected not long because Michelle was one of the most observant people she had ever met and for that she respected Michelle immensely. That meant a great deal because there was not many people on this planet that Emma respected. Yes, Michelle would figure out the truth in no time. It was inevitable.

Emma walked into the wood shop classroom like she had been in there a hundred times before. Peter would never understand how confident the blonde could be and how no one even questioned what she was doing in a wood shop classroom where there were zero girls. Emma was so confident that not even Mr. Hapgood noticed that there was a random student in his classroom. Peter wondered if Emma could teach him to be that confident. His thoughts were interrupted as Emma immediately made a beeline to the table he was standing at.

"So you really brought that thing to school, huh?" Emma questioned as soon as she stood next to him, carefully eyeing the Chitauri weapon.

"I told you that I was going to, didn't I?" Peter replied and Emma shrugged.

"I guess." Peter raised an eyebrow at her.

"What's your problem? You're acting weirder than usual." Peter observed and Emma shook her head.

"It's just that the last time someone messed with something beyond their understanding Ultron was created." Emma said darkly and Peter swallowed at Emma's admission. That's a pleasant thought.

"Well, that's not going to happen." Peter said, trying to reassure her. "I just want to know what we're up against. Don't you?" Emma nodded.

"Yes, I just hope we can get everything over with so that we can take down those assholes and hand this thing over to Stark." Emma told him before pausing and rethinking that statement. "Actually no. If we hand this over to Stark he'll probably create Ultron 2.0. No, we'll give it to Jane Foster. She'll tell Thor and he'll know what to do with it." An excited look then came over Peter's face as he processed what Emma just told him.

"Thor? Do you think I could meet him? That would be so cool if I did." Peter said dreamily and Emma just looked at him like he was the most ridiculous thing she had ever seen.

"Yes, because it's not like Thor has anything important going on." Emma muttered. "Infinity stones be damned." That seemed to snap Peter out of his dreamy state.

"Infinity Stones? What's that?" Emma just shook her head.

"Never mind what that is. Let's just focus on the problem that's in front of us." Emma snapped and Peter immediately forgot about the infinity stones as he looked back at the Chitauri weapon. "Get to work, Parker. We don't have all day." Peter then picked up a hammer from the table and immediately began hitting the hammer against the weird weapon so that they could get a better look at the purple orb. Emma thought it was kind of stupid that they were doing this in public but it's not like anyone at this school really cared. Emma didn't think she could bring the weapon back to her and Darcy's townhouse because Jane would immediately know what it was and report back to Happy. She didn't need that right now.

"Hey, thanks for bailing on me." Ned called out to Peter as he walked up to them. Emma didn't even spare him a glance as her eyes remained glue to the weapon.

"Yeah, well, something came up." Peter defended and Ned gave the weapon a curious look as he stood in front of the table off to Emma's other side.

"What is that?" Ned asked as he stared transfixed at the weapon. It seemed to have that kind of effect on people, Emma noticed. She noticed that Peter had smashed away a lot of the coating of the weapon so that they could see the wiring that held it together. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she saw the wiring. That didn't look very alien.

"I don't know. Some guy tried to vaporize us with it." Peter told him.

"Seriously?" Ned questioned in amazement.

"Yeah." Peter confirmed.

"Awesome." Ned said in awe before Peter and Emma gave him an odd look. "I mean, not awesome. Totally uncool of that guy. So scary. Did you get him?"

"No but I broke his nose." Emma answered coolly and Ned just stared at the blonde in admiration.

"Badass." Ned breathed. Peter just shook his head at Ned as he tried pry the purple orb from the weapon. Emma had an uneasy feeling which was well founded because this was alien technology after all even it didn't appear to be completely alien.

"Well, look, I think it's a power source." Peter stated as he analyzed the weapon, taking off more bits and pieces.

"Yeah, but it's connected to a bunch of microprocessors." Ned said as he looked down at the wiring in the weapon.

"Can you speak English please?" Emma asked, feeling out of place as the two teenage boys started speaking science. Peter gave her a confused look.

"I thought you had a genius IQ?" Peter questioned as he recalled what Mr. Harrington had said at the decathlon meeting a week and half ago. Emma just glared at him.

"Yeah, I can make a bomb but that's as sciencey as I get. I'm more of a navigating my way out of the Amazon and surviving the Siberian woodlands kind of girl. Survival genius, not science genius." Peter and Ned stared at the blonde in surprise. It seemed like everyday Peter learned something new about Emma. When she talked about stuff like that it made Peter unbelievably curious about her. He would really like to hear some of the stories she had because he was sure she had many interesting stories to tell but Emma wasn't the most forthcoming about information about herself. He supposed he would just have to wait until Emma felt like talking more about her past. Peter would just have to respect her privacy.

"As I said before… Badass." Ned commented before elaborating on what he meant by microprocessors. He pointed to another part of the weapon. "That's an inductive charging plate. That's what I use to charge my toothbrush."

"Okay, now I'm starting to get the big picture." Emma murmured. It was starting to become clear to her that those weapon dealers really were messing with technology beyond their understanding if they were putting their own personal touch on the weapons.

"Whoever's making these weapons is obviously combining alien tech with ours." Peter told them before glancing at Emma. "You were completely right about the alien part of it. Look at how this thing glows."

"I'd say that this is Chitauri weaponry. I heard those idiots talking last night and they mentioned having Chitauri and Ultron weaponry that were salvaged from New York and Sokovia. The power source looks like the stuff Hydra used to collect." Emma said as she stared at the purple orb. Peter and Ned both eagerly listened to her as she gave them her intel. The way she talked made her sound like an adult. It was times like this that Peter was reminded of the fact that Emma's thought process was probably completely different than anyone else's. She talked like she knew what she was doing and that was probably because she did.

"How would they even get stuff like this?" Ned questioned and Emma shrugged nonchalantly.

"They probably salvaged what they could from the battle of New York and then the rest of the stuff probably came from the black market." Emma answered. "It wouldn't surprise me if they happened to have some Dark Elf weaponry from Thor's time in London."

"But Shield was still functional during those battles here in New York and London." Peter interjected. "Wouldn't they have made sure that no one would get their hands on those weapons?" Emma sighed.

"Think, Parker." Emma told him. "Do you know how long Hydra was inside Shield before my grandfather ended it? Too long. I would know that because I remembered seeing those weapons at all the Hydra bases. Hydra took what Shield had gathered and started doing what these idiots are doing. They started making weapons from Alien technology." Emma paused before continuing. "Granted they were a lot more professional about it. I never saw Hydra agents doing back alley deals with drug dealers but their agenda was more political."

"That is literally the coolest thing anyone has ever said." Ned said dreamily as he stared at Emma in awe. She only raised an eyebrow at him before returning her attention to the power source. "I just want to thank you guys for letting me be a part of your journey into this amazing-" Ned was then cut off as Peter hit the hammer against the weapon once more which caused it to make a loud noise as some debris flew off. All three of them immediately turned to look at Mr. Hapgood to see whether or not he was coming over but to Emma's amusement the elderly man was still sitting at his desk, his eyes glued to his book.

"Keep your fingers clear of the blades." Mr. Hapgood said without even looking away from his book. Emma snorted. Couldn't this school afford better staff? Not that Emma was complaining. The three of them then turned back around to look at the weapon. Emma turned her attention to Peter as a serious expression came over her face.

"We need to make sure that Hydra doesn't get their hands on this." Emma told him seriously. "Whatever price they have, Hydra will match it. They'll spare no expense trying to get these weapons. The Avengers took all of their alien tech. They don't have anything."

"I thought Hydra was done for?" Ned asked in a confused state and Emma scoffed.

"Hydra will always be around." Emma replied bitterly. "Cut off one head and two more shall take it's place."

"That's a nice motto for the workplace." Ned mumbled and Emma cracked a smile at that but her smile vanished as quickly as it came.

"But before we can stop that from happening," Peter started as looked at the power source curiously. "We've gotta figure out what this thing is and who makes it." Peter told both her and Ned. Emma nodded in agreement. That was the million dollar question, wasn't it? Who was making these weapons because Emma was positive those two idiots from last night weren't Hydra and neither was birdman. They knew that the power source was alien technology, Chitauri more than likely, but they didn't know just how dangerous it was.

"After class we'll go to the lab and run some tests." Ned suggested.

"Let's do it." Peter agreed before both himself and Ned did some sort of complicated handshake. Emma just stared at the two in bewilderment and wondered how on Earth she went from Hydra to this. She was starting to notice that she asked herself that question a lot these days.

"I'm surrounded by idiots." Emma said under her breath as she watched their handshake with a look of disdain. When could this whole rivalry between Stark and Steve end so that she could just leave this place and go home? Emma really wondered about that but deep down she knew that she didn't mind Peter and Ned that much. Emma never had this much excitement going on at Avenger's Tower or the compound. Peter and Ned never ceased to amuse her.

"First, I say we put the glowy thingy in the mass spectrometer." Ned told Emma and Peter as they walked down the hall. It was after school by now and the three of them had met up after sixth period to run some tests on the power source. Emma tried to follow along with what they were talking about but she was just going to trust that they knew what they were doing. As Emma said before she only knew enough science to enable her survival.

"We gotta come up with a better name than "glowy thingy." Peter retorted.

"Yeah, that's what we used to call Loki's scepter so that name's kind of taken." Emma said with a straight face and Peter couldn't tell whether or not Emma was being serious. Emma had a weird sense of humor so Peter was still learning how to tell whether or not she was joking. Peter's eyes widened as he looked down the hall and noticed one of the idiots from the night before as well as a different guy than the one with the broken nose that Emma had attacked. Emma stiffened as she saw them but maintained her composure and stayed calm. It struck her as odd that they were at the school but she knew it was impossible that they knew who her and Peter were.

"Crap." Peter cursed as he used his enhanced agility and practically flew behind the wall. He then furiously gestured for Emma and Ned to hide behind the wall too. "Come on. Come on. Come on." Emma rolled her eyes. Someone was a drama queen. Ned looked around in bewilderment before he listened to Peter and joined him behind the wall. Emma reluctantly followed Ned's lead and crossed her arms as she casually leaned against the wall next to Peter. Peter peeked around the corner in a way that she was sure he thought was discreet.

"High schools creep me out." Emma heard one of the men say as they walked down the hall. "They've got this funny smell, you know?" She wondered how they were even able to get into the school. Didn't you usually have to check in the office before you were able to go waltzing around the school? Emma didn't understand how this was one of the best schools in the country yet they lacked security or sufficient staff.

"Hey, that's one of the guys that tried to kill us." Peter stated as he looked wildly over at Emma to see if she seemed surprised or worried about this new development but she just had a stoic expression on her face. Emma didn't seem the slightest bit bothered that the guy who tried to kill them was at their high school.

"What?" Ned questioned, a shocked expression on his face.

"Yeah." Peter said as he continued to try and process what was happening.

"I wonder what happened to the one who's nose I broke?" Emma inquired curiously and Peter just stared at her in disbelief. What was wrong with her? Those guys might be there to kill them and she wasn't even concerned.

"We gotta get out of here." Ned said as he started panicking.

"Don't worry, Leeds, I'll protect you." Emma said snarkily. From the bored expression on her face, Ned didn't know if he believed her when she said that. He didn't know who scared him more? Those guys that tried to kill Peter and Emma or the blonde assassin herself. Probably Emma.

"No, no, no. We gotta follow them." Peter said as he locked eyes with Emma. "They can lead us to the guy that dropped me in the lake." A mischievous smirk then came over Emma's face.

"Wow, Parker, you've actually said something smart for once… and something I actually agree with." Emma told him.

"Someone dropped you guys in a lake?" Ned asked.

"Not me." Emma replied. "No one drops me in a lake and lives to tell the tale." Peter sighed before he peeked around the corner again.

"Yeah, it was not good." He muttered. Emma could understand his grief because he almost got hypothermia last night. She'd be pretty pissed if someone was able to drop her in a lake too. That water looked cold. Emma peeked around the corner as well and noticed that the men were walking through one of the doorways. She knew that doorway. They were heading down to the art classroom.

"Peter-" Ned said as Peter began removing himself from behind the wall. Emma just decided to follow his lead because she thought Peter being discreet and sneaky would be the most hilarious thing she had ever seen.

"No, stay there, Ned." Peter told his friend as he stepped out into the hallway. Emma gave Ned a reassuring look.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure he doesn't die." Emma told Ned, thinking that would made the boy feel better. It was obvious that Emma didn't know how to comfort people but it was the thought that counts after all.

"Peter. Emma." Ned quietly called out for them but he went ignored as Emma followed Peter out into the hallway. She smirked in amusement as Peter tiptoed down the hall. What was he tiptoeing for? Those guys were already out of the sight. Emma snickered as Peter suddenly pressed himself against the wall in an attempt to be covert. The blonde assassin just walked down the middle of the hall without a care in the world.

"What are you doing, Emma?" Peter hissed at her. "We need to be stealthy about this." Peter told her. She raised an eyebrow at him. Stealthy? Where did he learn that? The super secret spy dictionary?

"I think I know what I'm doing, Parker, I've been doing this for eleven years." Emma told him.

"You're going to get us caught." She rolled her eyes.

"In case you haven't noticed, 007, those idiots are down in the art classroom." Emma said with a sarcastic tone. "I'd be more worried if Liz came walking by and realized how much of a dork you are." Peter blushed vibrantly as he glared at Emma. Sometimes she really annoyed him. It was like she enjoyed bickering with him. Emma suddenly turned to Peter before they approached the classroom door.

"Do you have one of Stark's trackers?" Emma asked him and Peter gave her surprised look. He really didn't understand this girl sometimes. She'd tease and make fun of him one minute and then the next minute she was completely serious and demanding.

"Yes… Why do you ask?" Peter questioned her and Emma immediately held out her hand.

"Give me it." She demanded. Not even a please?

"Wait… are you thinking of putting a tracker on one of those guys? Because I was thinking the same exact thing-" He started rambling excitedly before Emma interrupted, quickly becoming tired of Peter's talking.

"Just give me the damn tracker." Emma told him with an annoyed look on her face. Peter raised his hands defensively before digging into his backpack to retrieve the tracker.

"Okay, okay. You could at least say please." Peter mumbled to himself as he took the tracker out and handed it to Emma. He didn't understand why she had to be the one to use the trackers since they were his after all. "You know, I can be just as stealthy as you. I don't need you to do everything for me. I'm not some dumb high school kid." Emma narrowed her eyes at Peter as he handed her the tracker and she quickly pocketed it.

"Believe it or not, Parker, I don't think you're a complete lost cause." Emma told him. "If you want to be in my world then you better watch and learn. This isn't fighting Captain America at an airport. Steve held back because he's nice. These assholes won't hold back. You have to learn to think on the spot and you have to learn how to fend for yourself. Stark isn't going to be there to save you every time."

"You think that I don't know what I'm getting myself into?" Peter questioned, narrowing his eyes at the blonde.

"I think you're naïve." Emma told him and that was the truth. She didn't want to admit it but a part of her felt slightly protective of Peter. He was completely innocent and untainted from the darkness that had tainted her. When she realized who Spider-Man really was, she was incredibly pissed but not at Peter. No, she was angry at Tony for dragging him into all of this. She didn't think it was possible to despise Tony even more but it was. Even after everything Tony had known about her he still didn't hesitate to bring another child into this war.

"So why did you want a truce in the first place if you think I'm so naïve? Why would you want to work with me if I'm only going to screw things up for you?" Peter asked her and Emma's expression softened. Peter marveled at how much younger she seemed when her features weren't hardened. It was clear to him that Emma seemed much older than her age and he supposed that she had to act older with a past like hers. Right now, however, she looked like the teenager she really was.

"I don't know." Emma lied. She could've told him it was because she knew he was a good person and she wasn't. She could've said it was because he knew how to make the right decisions and Emma just didn't trust herself to do the same. However, Emma said none of this. "What I do know is that if you're going to have my back through this then I can't have you running around and not having a clue as to what you're doing. So take notes, Parker, because this is important." Emma told him before walking through the doorway without saying another word.

Peter followed her quietly as they proceeded to creep down the stairs, wondering what went on inside the mind of Emma Rogers. Peter had never been in the art classroom so he let Emma take the lead since he knew she took art. He remarked at how quiet the blonde was as she walked down the stairs and it was like she wasn't trying at all. Her movements were both graceful and effortless. Peter wondered if Emma might also secretly be a ballerina with all her graceful movements.

"Man, can you imagine what the boss would say if he knew where we were." One of the idiots stated as they looked around the classroom. Emma narrowed her eyes at the two before she silently signaled for Peter to stop moving. The teenager was a bit confused as to what Emma meant with her odd hand signals at first but then he realized what she must've meant. It seemed like in her determination Emma had reverted back to how she acted on missions with her father. Her father and her had created a silent language between them so she was used to using signals and certain looks without ever having to speak. She had forgotten that she was on a mission with Peter and not her father.

"It's saying there was an energy pulse right here." The idiot from last night said as he read something off a device in his hands. So that's why they were at the high school. It wasn't because they knew who Emma and Peter really were. No, it was because they were able to somehow track the power source that Peter currently had in his backpack.

"There's no sign of the weapon." The other idiot replied. "And even if it was here, now it's gone."

"So are we." His partner responded as he glanced around the room in wonder. The moron was probably wondering why the hell his little device lead him to a high school. She'd be equally as suspicious if she were him. Emma noticed that he was about to turn to look in their direction so she instantly turned back to Peter. The blonde quickly grabbed onto Peter's forearms and Peter's eyes widened as he wondered what the hell she was doing. She locked eyes with him, oceanic blue meeting warm brown, and without hesitating she flew the both of them back up the stairwell a ways. Peter gasped quietly from the action and only then became all too aware of the close proximity between him and Emma as they huddled close together. Peter was pressed up against the wall as Emma had her head turned in the direction of the two idiots who were still in the classroom, not paying the slightest attention to him. She was obviously listening to what they were saying but Peter was too preoccupied by Emma's hand resting on his chest.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked in a whisper as his heart started racing. He thought Emma might've removed herself from him so that they could make an escape but was surprised to find that he wasn't sure he wanted her to leave. What are you thinking, Peter? He asked himself. You like Liz! Liz who's kind, intelligent, and beautiful. Emma was beautiful and intelligent as well but she was also very mean, cold, and crazy. He couldn't even begin to think what went on inside her mind and Peter didn't know if he wanted to. Emma then turned around to face him and at this distance he could see those familiar flecks of green in her blue eyes. Peter felt a bit transfixed at the sight and was barely able to snap out of his thoughts when she started talking.

"We still need to place the tracker on them." Emma told him with a determined look on her face, apparently oblivious to the goofy look on Peter's face for the time being. Emma was much too occupied with her own thoughts as she came up with a plan. She couldn't exactly claim the idea as her own because the credit technically belonged to Natasha. Emma remembered Natasha telling her how she and Steve managed to get out of a tight situation from some Hydra goons. She really wished that she could've been there to see the look on Steve's face when that happened. "I have a plan."

"You do?" Peter asked dreamily, barely able to comprehend what Emma was saying. Emma nodded as she locked eyes with him.

"I've heard some people are uncomfortable with public displays of affection." Emma said seriously. "Do you want to test that theory?" Peter snapped out of his dazed state as he gave Emma a confused look.

"Wait… What?" He asked and before he could even blink Emma quickly grabbed his face and leaned in towards him. Peter could only watch dumbstruck as Emma pressed her lips against his. Part of him wanted to back away and ask what she thought she was doing but something stopped him. Peter instantly melted into the kiss as he closed his eyes and found himself kissing her back. Her lips felt impossibly soft against his and even tasted sweet. He felt a bit panicked because he wasn't sure what he was doing. Peter had never kissed a girl before but he was silently reassured by Emma's confidence as she seemed to take the lead.

Emma honestly hadn't had this in mind when she took the tracker from Peter. She had been hoping to somehow sneak up on the two idiots and plant the trackers that way but they were too far away. Emma needed to get them at a closer distance. The idea came to her as soon as the idiot from the night before turned in their direction. She always thought quickly on her feet and that was the first and only idea that came to her. As the blonde kissed Peter she couldn't help but notice that he wasn't that bad of a kisser. Not that Emma had much experience with kissing save for Rumlow unfortunately. As her hands held onto his face she couldn't help but feel how nervous he was under her touch and somehow she found that endearing. Peter's movements were unsure and anxious but Emma didn't mind that much. She had been willing to do anything for the mission even if meant having to be somewhat intimate with Peter but she didn't think she'd enjoy the kiss as much as she did. Maybe it was because she always thought it'd be sloppy like it was with Rumlow and it would make her skin crawl but surprisingly Emma didn't feel disgusted. She didn't feel disgusted at all.

"What the hell?!" One of the idiots yelled out and both Emma and Peter jumped apart. Peter jumped because he was honestly surprised and Emma jumped because she had a part to play. She discreetly removed the tracker from her pocket and held it in her hand as she turned around to face the two idiots. Emma feigned a wide eyed, surprised look as she stared at the two in horror.

"Oh my god! We thought there wasn't anyone down here!" She exclaimed and the two men gave the teenagers a look of disbelief, not believing what they had just walked in on. The African-American man had a hand in his pocket and Emma could assume he was feeling for his gun. The men didn't say anything so Emma continued speaking in her little nervous rant. Peter just continued to stare at both Emma and the two men in shock.

"We just wanted a moment of privacy. We weren't doing anything else… I swear." Emma continued to say, sounding like she was panicking. "Please don't tell anyone what we were doing. My boyfriend and I were just kissing. I can't have a mark on my record… it'll ruin my college application." Emma pleaded, her voice sounding whiny and her eyes watering. At this point she had grabbed onto the idiot from last night's sleeve as if she were trying to emphasize her point. The two men instantly looked uncomfortable by the blonde's tears and the dark skinned man looked down at Emma's hand on his arm in disdain. What he didn't notice was the small spider shaped tracker that had crawled out of Emma's palm and discreetly crawled through the sleeve of his shirt. He gave Emma a forced smile as he yanked his arm away from her.

"Don't worry, princess. We won't tell a soul." He said in a dark tone. Emma's skin crawled at the name he called her. It was the same name Rumlow used to call her. Don't let yourself be compromised, Emma told herself. Finish the mission. "We didn't even see each other." He then moved past her, his shoulder brushing against her as he passed her in the narrow staircase. His partner followed suit.

"Thank you!" She called out after him, sounding absolutely delighted that she was off the hook. She watched as the men walked out the doorway and listened in on them to make sure that the two idiots weren't suspicious.

"Damn horny kids." One of them said in annoyance. "Just what the world needs." No, they didn't suspect a thing. And with that she could hear their footsteps become quieter and quieter as they walked further away. They were gone. The teary eyed look fell off Emma's face as she turned back to Peter. He was still staring in shock at the blonde, reeling from the kiss they just shared. His mind was completely blown and he had no idea how to process what just happened.

"You kissed me." Peter breathed, his heart racing. Emma just raised an eyebrow at him.

"And?" Peter swallowed nervously.

"Why did you kiss me?" He asked her and Emma shrugged.

"For the mission." Emma told him. "Did you learn your lesson?" Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he looked back at the impossibly confusing girl.

"What lesson?" Peter questioned and Emma sighed tiredly.

"That when you commit to a mission you need to follow through." Emma explained. "You need to think on your feet and do whatever you can to complete the mission. Your only goal is to finish the mission."

"So you just kissed me for the mission? It's just work to you?" Peter asked, feeling a bit hurt and used. Emma scoffed.

"Don't be such a girl about it, Parker." Emma sneered at him. "You should thank me. At least you'll actually know what you're doing when you attempt to put the moves on Allan." Peter just glared at her. He was instantly reminded why he liked Liz… because Liz actually had feelings and she wasn't an emotionless robot. The cold look in Emma's eyes reminded him of the fact that she wasn't a person that would kiss someone because she liked them. No, it was all work to her.

"Well, I'd like to have a little warning next time you do that." Peter told her, still annoyed at how cold and calculating she could be. Emma narrowed her eyes.

"Oh, there won't be a next time." Emma retorted, sounding just as annoyed with him as he was with her. Emma didn't understand why he was acting so weird about this. He was the one that wanted in on this sort of world… The world that Emma had grown up in. It wasn't her fault that he got too emotional. Peter just shook his head before he started heading back up the stairs, Emma quietly following him.

If she was being honest she liked the kiss more than she was willing to admit. She always thought any intimate encounter with a boy would instantly cause the bile to rise in her throat but she was wrong. Emma might've initially kissed him for the mission but she didn't have professional feelings about the kiss. She liked kissing Peter and that made Emma more disgusted with herself than anything. Those kinds of emotions were beneath her. She didn't think about boys that way. Teenage boys, from her observations, were lazy, immature, and obsessed with sex. However, Emma couldn't help but think that Peter wasn't really anything like those stereotypical teenage boys. He was different. Emma just shook her head as she tried to put those thoughts to the side. She had way more important things to do than thinking about some silly kiss with a boy. Emma was a former assassin… she wasn't supposed to have those kinds of thoughts.

The kiss she shared with Peter meant nothing to her.