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A/N Annnnnd school time!

Brakenstar of Thunderclan-Oh you just wait :) MWAHAHAHAHA! *coughs*

MikiMouze16-Me too! If you tickle me, you will probably be in much pain for several days afterward. :) Just sayin'

Rachael Hyuuga-Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers. Just my OCs.

Sam put her math book into her backpack. "Have you got your homework?" asked Tony.

"Yes," came Sam's dull reply.

"Phone?"

"Uh huh."

"Your suit?"

"Dad, I'm fine! I'm just going to school."

"I'll get one of the limos."

"Please don't."

"Make a dramatic entrance! Use the suit!"

"DAD! I'm fine. Besides, I've never actually tried it. I'd smash into a wall. I'm taking the subways."

"Yeah, it took me a while to get the hang of my suit. JARVIS is on your phone if you need something. If there's an emergency he's in the suit too. If-"

"I-AM-FINE," Sam said, pronoucing each word slowly. "And I'll be late if this takes any longer."

"Oh. Right. Okay then. See you later."

"Bye."

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"Hey! Kurt!" Sam stopped. She sighed and turned around to face Jack, Gorman, and Eli. "So where's the proof of your, 'adoption'?" Eli asked, using his fingers as quotation marks.

"You'll find out later." She tried to continue walking but they stopped her.

"We aren't very patient when it comes to lies like this," said Jack.

"I'm not lying."

"Then where's the proof?"

"You'll find out in class." They stopped her again.

"We want to know know," growled Gorman. That surprised Sam. He almost never talked. They must be getting pretty angry.

"You know what? This is proof." She raised up her left arm and her bracelet was on.

"That's a bracelet, how's it proof?" asked Jack.

"I'd show you how it works but I'm late for class." She began walking when they stopped her AGAIN.

"Does it play music and have a picture of your fake, undeserved family?" Samantha balled her hands into fists. "Ooh, your so intimidating. Hey, your a little green. You sick?"

"Yeah. I'm sick of you." She tried to calm herself down. 'Come on, remember what Bruce said,' she thought. 'Don't fight it, control it.' "How about after school you three meet me in the ally behind the school. Then I'll show you what it does."

Jack smirked. "Alright then."

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"Late again Sam. Jack. Eli." Sam's teacher, Mr. Madrid, said. The class snickered. Gorman was in the other seventh grade homeroom class, along with Megan. "Now as I was saying. You've been doing pretty bad on exponents recently. I don't know what's been going on, but one of the easiest things you'll ever get in this grade isn't right." He went up to the white board and wrote four to the seventh power. "Now what's this called?" he asked, circling the exponent.

"The exponent," the class replied blandly.

"And this?" asked Mr. Madrid, underlining the base.

"The base," the students said.

"And all of it is…?"

It was silent for a moment until Sam spoke up. "The power." All eyes turned to the back of the room where she sat.

"Yes, it's the power. I don't know why only Samantha knew the answer. Your in SEVENTH GRADE people! You should know all this! Now never never never never never never never never…"

Sam felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and saw Eli. He was looking at her then down at his hand repeatedly. Sam looked down and saw a folded piece of paper in his hand. Sam looked at Mr. Madrid.

"…never never EVER mulitiply the base times the exponent. A lot of you…"

Sam leaned over and took the note. Eli nodded towards Jack. Sam looked back up at Mr. Madrid to make sure he wasn't looking in thier direction.

"…that, or I'll come up and slap you with a long, fat, sticky, Lima bean flavored spaghetti noodle! It's…"

Sam nudged Jack and he looked up at her with a murderous glare until she showed him the note. Sam gestured towards Eli. Jack snatched the note and opened it.

"Mr. Arthur, are you passing notes?" Jack paled and looked ashamed. "Give it to me." Jack got out of his seat and walked up to the front of the room and gave it to Mr. Madrid. "You all know what happens to notes in this class. I thought you've gotten passed the notes phase. I'm ashamed of anyone who's passed notes since our class discussion." He held the note to his head. "This note is from Eli and to Jack. It says: I thinks Sam's lying about the adoption. Should we see what she has to say after school?

"That's right! Sam, you were adopted, come on up here, tell us about it!" Sam shook her head slowly and mouthed:

Please no.

Mr. Madrid motioned her to come to the front of the room. Sam stood up and walked up there. She blushed harder than she ever had before. "Have you grown?" he asked.

"Well I guess I shot up a little over the break, but-"

"No I mean, your like, an inch taller."

"I think an inch is a bit of an exaggeration."

"No really."

"It must be my shoes." He looked down at her feet.

"Your wearing flats. Anyway, I met her new adoptive father two days ago." Sam blushed even more. Saturday was so embarrassing. "He's a great man and ALL of you know who he is."

"Is it Chuck Norris?" asked a kid in the first row. The class laughed.

"Uh. No," said Sam. "Well-I-there was-I'm…let's just say my name isn't Samantha Kurt anymore." She took in a deep breath. "It's Samantha Stark."

Sam waited for a reaction from the class. It seemed like an hour had gone by, even though it had only been five seconds of silence.

Finally someone spoke up. "Did you say Stark?"

"Yes."

"You were-you've been-you're a-"

"I was adopted by Tony Stark."

The class erupted into noise. Sam couldn't make out full sentences. Just fractions of them and some words here and there. Boy, she was becoming popular.

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The bell was about to ring any second now. "Now before you leave, I have a permission slip for the science lab field trip next week. You need to bring it in by Friday if you're going to come." Mr. Madrid passed out the forms.

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"Well it's about time," complained Jack. Sam walked into the ally. "What took you?"

"I got held up by people with questions."

"Well we have a question for you too. What does that bracelet do?"

"I think it's obvious."

"Well it's not."

"Let's see here. I've been adopted by Tony Stark, I have a metal bracelet that can do something special, and he's also Ironman. Put two and two together."

They thought for a moment then Eli's eyes widened and something seemed to click. "Is it a-it can't be! Is it another suit?!"

"Maybe."

"It is?!" exclaimed Jack. "Give it to me!" Gorman yanked it off of Sam's wrist.

"HEY!"

Gorman tossed it to Eli. Eli tossed it to Jack. Jack, getting the idea, tossed it back to Gorman. It went between the three. Jack caught it and Sam jumped at him. "Hey, aren't your eyes normally brown?"

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"Sir," said JARVIS. "It appears Ms. Samantha is in some form of a fight." Tony stopped typing on his computer.

"What?!"

"I don't quite know what's going on sir, but it might not be very good if she gets angry." Tony stood up and hustled out of the room.

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"Hey, aren't your eyes normally brown?" Sam backed away and shook herself. 'Control it, don't fight it, control it, don't fight it,' she thought.

"Well…sometimes they change color."

"And I thought you couldn't get any weirder! I guess I was wrong." Sam held her fist in the position to punch when someone grabbed her arm. She looked behind her, and Tony was standing there. Jack, Gorman, and Eli stared at him with wide eyes.

"Get in the car," he told her.

"But dad I-"

"Get in the car," Tony repeated. Sam hung her head and went to the black limousine over by the sidewalk. Tony gestured for the bracelet and Jack handed it over, thoroughly ashamed. Tony turned and got in the limo and it drove away.