Chapter 3 of our field trip! Woo!
Now obviously, there'll be no Endgame spoilers. While I have not seen it, I already know what happens (I don't care for spoilers). However, there are people who aren't me and haven't seen it and don't wanna be spoiled, so please be nice to them. This fic won't have any because it's not even Infinity War compliant, let alone Endgame. So read on as you wish!
As Penny predicted, the tour was boring. Yes, the Avengers were so amazing, and the museum was chalked full of incredible feats the heroes did, but those events lose their luster when just last week, White Wolf and Falcon were arguing over who got to use the TV and it devolved into a massive mock battle in the training room just because neither Tony nor Steve wanted to deal with the dispute. What Penny enjoyed were the little fun facts her dad included on each of the Avengers, as well as Ned gawking at the actual (disabled) weapons on display.
"Holy… are those the Widow Bites used in Sokovia?" Ned asked, thankfully mindful of the young child trailing beside him. Morgan was looking at all the displays and getting the teens, mostly Ned or Penny, to read the descriptions to her. The other students would periodically give either of the Starks odd looks, but the three-year-old barely noticed as she slowly started to orbit closer and closer to her sister.
"No, Ned, those ones are replicas. Aunt Nat likes hers too much to let them be on display."
"Aww…"
"I'm more impressed that she is trained to be as skilled as a professional ballerina," Cindy commented, reading the trivia list, which was the shortest of all the Avengers.
"Yeah, Aunt Nat is really impressive. She's also taught me a bit and is currently teaching Morgan the basics. Says that it's always important to know balance and grace as it'll save a lot of energy in a fight, as well as get idiots to underestimate you."
"Does that actually work?" Cindy asked. Ned and Morgan had moved onto the next exhibit detailing some of Black Widow's undercover work.
"More than you'd know. Noobs see easy, fluid movements and think that they can just overpower you. Can't tell you how many times I webbed someone up just because they thought they could beat me in a straight battle. Of course, if you're against someone who actually knows what they're doing, they won't be fooled."
"Why do I get a feeling that it's mostly guys that underestimate the girls?" MJ said, surveying the room at large.
Penny laughed. "Welcome to the world of female heroics. You're amongst the strongest, but no one outside your team recognizes it."
"Penny?" The three teen girls looked down at the small brunette, who was holding her hands up to her older sister, making grabbing hands.
"You want me to carry you, Mo?" The little girl nodded. "Alright, what do we say?"
"Can you carry me, Penny?" The vigilante raised her eyebrow. "Please?"
"Oh, alright, because you asked so nicely." Penny reached under the toddler's arms and picked her up, resting the small bundle against her hip.
"Thank you."
"You are very welcome," Penny replies, nuzzling her sister and eliciting a giggle from the small girl. The small group continues on through each of the other halls, Morgan eventually dozing off. By the time Midtown was called to gather, they had just made it through the surprise addition of Spider-Woman, which Penny didn't even know her dad had included.
"I can't believe you're actually scared of spiders!" Cindy laughed. Ned joined her while MJ quietly chuckled. Penny's cheeks puffed out and her mouth turned down in a pout, but she made no move to go after the others, impeded by the child asleep in her arms.
"You try being bitten by one and getting so sick that you and your entire family are convinced you're going to die any minute. And then when you're better, surprise, your DNA was altered and now you have superpowers you can barely control."
"But you're Spider-Woman!" Ned hissed quietly, though MJ still smacked him upside the head. Thankfully the only people who heard were their tour group, most of whom had already put 2 and 2 together.
"And if you recall, I didn't come up with that name. That was Twitter and Youtube."
"Um, Penny." The group quieted and turned to face Betty, who was in front of a group of classmates. Flash was glaring at the 4 of them while everyone was studying them, or more specifically the Stark girls. "Is it true, are you…?"
"You can't be serious! It's Parker, there's no way she's Tony Stark's daughter!" Flash cried out. A few of the students looked at each other, conflicted. Penny rolled her eyes before gently shifting her sister's weight. She plastered on her best "Media-Smile" and turned to Betty.
"Yes, I'm Penny Stark, and Tony Stark is my Dad, though I'd prefer if you kept that to yourselves. It'd be nice to make it through graduation without having to deal with the paparazzi."
"I'm pretty sure they'll realize who you are when we all show up at your graduation," a voice from overhead said. The next thing the group knew, Hawkeye, in full uniform, was standing next to the brunette. Whispers rippled through the group of teens, because actual, confirmed celebrity.
"Oh, hey, Uncle Clint," Penny said. Her friends all waved at the Avenger, who raised his hand in a casual salute. "You guys just get back?"
"Yep. We got out early and the others are currently working off some steam in the training room. Your dad said he'd meet you up there after he's done making sure his files are up to date after today's meeting. I'm just here to take your group up because I doubt your guide has clearance."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Barton," Tamora said, bowing her head slightly. Clint nodded back before leading the group over to the elevator.
"C'mon. You kids are going to see something very few people have gotten to see in their lives: the Avenger's training room!"
The excitement from the teens was palpable. Whispers filled the crowded elevator as they all filed in, with Clint and Penny's group towards the doors. The class rose through the building and were only a few floors before someone decided to ask a question that had apparently been on their mind.
"Um, Mr. Hawkeye, sir? Is it true that you were once a professional make-up artist?"
Penny snorted and immediately tried smothering her laughter so as to try not to wake Morgan. Clint heaved a sigh. "That was for an undercover mission I once had to do, so I wouldn't classify it as professional. However, nowadays, I do help Pepper with make-up for the Avengers, whether it be for press conferences or when our baby spider has a school dance and her mom is in a meeting."
"Uncle Clint has been teaching me, but I'm still a young padawan."
"It just takes practice, you'll get it." The elevator dinged as they arrived at their destination. "Now enough about my lesser known skillset. Welcome to the Training Room."
Whoop whoop! Halfway through my quarter, I'm now a year older, and this part is done! Don't worry, only another part or two should be it.
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Also, quick note: I had a little trouble with keeping Morgan's age consistent. She's 3 in this story. I went back and changed the one time she was 4 to her correct age. Sorry.