Author's Note: Hey guys! I've been trying to update as frequently as possible and only now do I realize how difficult it is to come out with new chapters. What do you think about this chapter?

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Natasha Romanoff (A/N: Is it Romanov?) and Wanda Maximoff walked into the cafeteria, effectively making Midtown High silent. What could they have said when two of the most powerful women came waltzing into a cafeteria to grab a slice of pizza or something? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It was in that moment that Peter realized that they were probably going to talk to him, which would leave him in an even bigger mess than before.

"Hey Pete," there it was, "what are you doing here?" Wanda asked coyly.

"Yeah, what are you doing here?" Natasha agreed. Oh, screw it.

"Cut the act, I'm fairly certain that you both know why I'm here," he said, narrowing his eyes.

"Touché," Wanda said, placing a hand over her heart, or where it was supposed to be. Natasha smiled.

"Well, a little birdie told us that you were in the cafeteria and we were coincidentally going to get sandwiches," Natasha implied innocently.

"Tony stocks the fridge every single week, barely anyone eats the white bread or the fillings or anything from that fridge in general," Peter pointed out, smugly. Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Well whatever, we came to tell you that Pep and Steve are taking a strike, they're not cooking, what do you want for dinner?" Natasha asked.

"And it required the both of you to come down to ask me this?"

"No, but everyone's fighting over what we should eat. Tony is saying we order shawarma, Clint is rooting on pizza, Steve wants to have Chinese takeout, Bruce is fine with anything, Nat here wants Lebanese food, I want Italian and Pepper is trying to calm everyone down," Wanda explained, counting off people on her fingers.

"Well then," he started, "I'd want Chinese takeout."

"Not cool Peter," they said in unison, annoyed that their option was not in favour.

"Whatever, can you like, uh, go?" he asked timidly. Natasha shrugged before waving and heading out the door, Wanda following her lead. Deflating, he sagged into his chair, taking nimble bites of his apple.

Only then did he seem to realize that his class was freaking out. was trying to calm down the boys who were yelling over to Peter, asking if he wanted to sit with them and introduce them to the female Avengers, their girlfriends glaring at them. Flash was surprisingly quiet, though a scowl remained intact, Peter hadn't expect any less from him anyway.

"Okay everyone," Samantha was back, "it's time to continue, I have gotten special permission from Mr. Stark for this, we will all be going to one of the training gyms in which the Avengers train, you might be lucky and see some of them there. I just need to know if you have your waivers signed. If you do, raise your hand if not keep it down, I'll double check with your teacher."

Everybody but Cindy had gotten their waivers signed and were free to head into the gym. So they made their way into the lift and traveled to the 70th floor.

"There is a gym on the Avengers floor but its currently being renovated and so they have to use the one on the 70th which is not nearly as big and grand, but to us, it definitely will be," Samantha explained.

As they exited the elevator, Peter heard the sounds of fighting. Oh no. He could vaguely hear Steve and Thor. They turned a few corners and came to yet another viewing room, where they could see Thor and Captain America fighting. Gasps were resounding through the body of students, many stunned to see them. Girls were giggling and whispering about both the heroes. Oh how he wished he could disappear. Steve and Thor stopped for a moment, glancing at each other before walking over to the doors and entering the viewing room.

"Hello everybody, I'm Steve and this Thor. Welcome to Avengers Tower, it's great to meet you all, which school is this Ms.?"

"Warren, Agatha Warren, and this is Midtown High School of Science and Technology," who was quite flustered mumbled. Ned and MJ were snickering.

"Hey Peter, I bet you were like Warren over there when you first met Captain America," MJ whispered. Peter sneered at her.

"You wish, I was actually like that when I met Thor," he replied smoothly.

"Man, what even is your life? Like knowing Thor?" Ned asked, voice filled with awe.

"Is Starkson (A/N: I know, I know, but he's Thor Odinson so why not Starkson? Yeah, please don't kill me.)here?" Guess who that was? Thor.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Peter said moving to be in view of them, desperately wanting to face-palm. Everyone's eyes were as big as saucers (A/N: Not kidding, I hate this analogy but I couldn't come up with anything else).

"Peter, we knew you were coming in, just didn't know when, anyway let's get started shall we?" Steve said trying to spare Peter some humility.

"Follow us," Thor boomed nodding at the class before turning around and marching into the gym. Cindy stayed back with in the viewing room.

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Thor picked MJ as a volunteer, though she had never fought before, her stance was quite decent. Flash had proudly put his hand up and had been picked by Steve, only to last about 10 seconds before ending up on the floor. Peter had been frantically shaking his head when Thor chose him, but sighed, defeated when the God of Thunder glared at him.

He walked up to him, taking his regular position before starting with a kick, it seemed as the two of them were dancing, duck, tuck, roll and fight. Peter ended up on the floor, "Do you yield?" Thor boomed. Smirking, Peter kicked Thor's legs, causing him to tumble and Peter in turn took his place.

"Do you yield?" he asked. Chuckling, Thor nodded. Peter jumped off, dusting himself and turning around to find some rather startled classmates. He blushed, sauntering over to Ned and MJ.

"Dude, that was awesome," Ned whisper-yelled.

"It was pretty good Loser," MJ agreed. They were cut off by Steve and Thor saying goodbye and Samantha guiding them back to the viewing room. His classmates still whispering to each other about 'how the frick Peter' or 'that did not just happen'.

"We have one last stop and that is to one of the highest level labs and we will actually be having a presentation by ," she announced. Please no, it had already been bad enough with most of the Avengers.

One thing was for sure, Tony Stark did not like being left out.

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