11

"Hey, Harry."

"It's a fine day, isn't it, Harry?"

"The weather's nice, right, Harry?"

"What's up, Harry?"

"Apple or Android, Harry?"

"Coke or Pepsi, Harry?"

"Me? I'm more of a Coke person myself… Harry."

Peter felt like an idiot in front of the bathroom mirror. He disheveled his hair in frustration. Today was going to be one hell of a school day as he tried to call Harriet, Harry. There was also the thing about asking her what kind of relationship they were in.

I'd better get ready for school, Peter thought as he turned the knobs on the sink — or tried to.

"Shit!" He cursed in surprise as the knobs were torn from the sink and let out a continuous explosions of water. He sighed as he deadpanned at the drenched state he was in.

It had only been a couple of days since the science exhibit, and since the day he'd gotten bit by a radioactive spider. He was still new to the powers he gained and his senses were going haywire.

He was only lucky that he didn't make a fool of himself on the date two days ago, but that was only because his spider powers were only just starting to develop at the time.

Harriet: Hey

Pete: Hi

~ r u at school?

Harriet: you bet I am

~ I'm in the library

~ studying for the science test :'(

~ come tutor me before going to lit

Pete: coming

Harriet never told him that he was awfully slow at texting that day out of courtesy, though she didn't know it was because Peter's fingers kept getting stuck on the touch screen and he had to keep prying his fingers away on each letter. He really needed to get these powers under control pronto.

As Peter was heading to the library, he was planning on how to bring up the conversation of their budding relationship. As he was walking through the open doors of the library, he spotted Harriet, along with their mutual friends, so he surmised the talk of their relationship was going to have to wait until they were alone.

Clint sighed for the umpteenth time that day. He'd wanted to go to an actual mission, not babysit a teenage girl, as a math teacher no less, the subject he hated the most in high school.

He opened the door after switching into his teacher persona. He stopped in front of the blackboard, facing the class. "Hello, class, my name is Clark Eastwood, your substitute until Mrs. Janet feels better."

"What happened to her?" One student was curious enough to ask.

"Bad hip, next question."

"Are you related to Clint East—"

"No. Next question." When the class was silent, he said, "Alright, let's start this hellish subject." A couple of kids laughed at that.

His target was easily spotted, sitting at the middle row beside her best friend, Hermione, who kept answering every single question Clint threw at the class.

"What is x in this case?" Clint knew this was a college level algebra, but this was a test. He was so sure that Hermione would keep her hand down for this one, but he was wrong. "Alright, how about the girl beside Ms. Little-Genius?"

Clint was slightly amused when Harriet mouthed 'shit.' "Um…" Harriet's eyes focused on Clint's eyes, instead of the blackboard, then she answered, "in this case …x=4…?" She was still learning to master legilimency so finding the answer was still a little difficult on her, she was more advanced in occlumency than legilimency.

Huh, so that's what feels like to have someone read your mind? Clint thought when he felt a tickle at the back of his brain. "That's correct." Clint wrote down the detailed solution to the question and explained how to solve it. "In this equation, in order to solve for x, you are multiplying variables with exponents. The rule for multiplying exponents, as we learned earlier, is that you add the exponents together. Since that is the rule, x, in this case would equal-"

"Mr. Eastwood, isn't the answer 3?" There went Hermione again with her smart ass.

"What?" The answer, he was sure, was 4. He looked the problem up on google after all and a bunch of mathematicians had solved it and shared their same answers. He saw Harriet peering over at Hermione's notes and then glancing back at him with an odd look.

"The equation is wrong," then Hermione went on to explain in full detail of how one of the variables was in the wrong place.

Maybe SHIELD should watch out for Granger as well, Clint thought.

The week passed by and finally, Tom Riddle was able to get his partner out of the mental asylum with the help of his ability of mind controlling almost anyone. Getting through the nurses and the doctors in the asylum was easy and getting Bellatrix out was easier.

He had also given her the service of getting her a job as a doctor in order for them to get their hands on some technologies, resources, and money; though her job would only be temporary if his plans worked.

The only downside of having Bellatrix out of a supervised area without access to technology and any form of communication was that she kept sending meaningless text messages to him. He was starting to wish she was back in confinement.

Tom turned the notification alert off as he got to planning. He smirked. Everything was going smoothly now. All he had to do was kidnap Harriet and bring her to the mad scientist-turned-doctor. His road to becoming the only magic-wielder alive was becoming concrete. Now he just needed to find the right time to do it, which was proving to be a challenge.

Of course, Harriet had gotten away with not joining a club, a mandatory requirement, most likely because the school didn't want to upset the family that had given the largest donation in the past decades.

But that didn't matter because Halloween was looming over them and what came with Halloween in Midtown high school was a Halloween party. That was the perfect moment to strike. Soon, that Potter brat would be within his grasp, and he would be well on his way of being the only wizard on Earth.

Side Story

Clint refrained from doing anything stupid as he continued to write down formula after formula on the blackboard. Although he remained expressionless as he went on, trying very hard to stay in his persona, the vein on his forehead was popping out in full effect as he struggled to keep the anger inside. Hey, even a super spy had limits!

All that anger was directed at the one kid who wasn't paying attention, playing video games on his phone. No doubt the video game was a Pay-To-Win and Clint could tell he was spending all of his money, because Clint knew for a fact that a kid like that who doesn't pay attention in class wouldn't pay attention when his parents taught him how to manage his money well. And no he wasn't going on this stupid rant because he hated his life right now, not at all.

An alarm went off, but it wasn't the school alarm, in fact the sound came from the kid Clint was trying to ignore. Clint finally had enough. He turned around, briefly estimated his aim with his hawk-eyes (haha, get it?) and threw the chalk in his fingers. What made it so perfect was that the kid fell backwards in his chair after voicing incoherent words when the chalk hit the bullseye. The whole thing happened in less than two seconds. He turned back to the board as soon as he accomplished his mission.

Since the whole thing happened so fast, the entire class just stared at the downed kid, baffled as to why he fell. Clint continued to write down formulas and when he was done, he turned around and continued to teach as if nothing happened.

a/n: Finally - The Beginning of Harriet's Arc