Cooper Barton's peaceful slumber was shattered by a rubber duck to the face, courtesy of his demonic sister, Lila. As he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he gazed at the culprit with a mix of confusion, annoyance, and a hint of "I'm-going-to-kill-you-with-a-spoon-and-a-side-of-waffles-and-also-set-your-socks-on-fire."
"Lila, you tiny agent of chaos, what's wrong with you? Did you sell your soul to the Rubber Duck Overlords for a never-ending supply of quackery, mischief, and an endless loop of 'Who Let the Dogs Out' on kazoo?" Cooper muttered, tossing the duck back at her with a healthy dose of sibling rage and a dash of "I'm-too-tired-for-this-and-also-I-need-coffee-and-a-nap-and-a-new-sister."
Cooper rolled his eyes at her and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "I'm up, I'm up. But next time, just use a normal alarm clock, okay?"
As he stood and stretched, his gaze fell upon the chaotic landscape of his room. Rubber ducks of various sizes littered the floor, and his desk was a mess of scattered notes, broken gadgets, and half-eaten snacks. He sighed, wondering how his space had devolved into this state.
Cassie bounced into the room, cackling maniacally, her hair a tangled mess of sugar-fueled pandemonium. "Someone's gotta keep you on your toes, Eagleye! Besides, Peter's waiting, and you know what happens when Peter gets impatient... the dad jokes come out, and we all suffer through a PowerPoint presentation of agony!"
Cooper shuddered at the memory of Peter's "motivational" speeches, which usually involved terrible dad jokes, a PowerPoint presentation, and a strong possibility of spontaneous combustion from embarrassment, eye-rolling, and "why-is-this-my-life" syndrome.
Cooper chuckled and shook his head, following Cassie and Lila out of the room. "You're something else, Bee."
As they stumbled into the training area, they found the rest of the team in various states of disarray. Morgan Stark was trying to hack into the coffee machine (again), Harley Keener was reenacting a rom-com monologue for an unimpressed Lyra Banner (who was secretly live-tweeting the experience with the hashtag #HarleyKeenerIsAToolAndAlsoAPotentialSerialKiller), Torunn Thorsdotter was eating a gallon of ice cream, and America Chavez was attempting to teleport a rubber duck into his brother Nate's hair (for the 12th time that week, much to Nate's dismay and America's amusement).
Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man, stood at the front, wearing a "World's Okayest Mentor" t-shirt, a frazzled expression, and a hint of desperation. "Alright, team! Today we're going to work on... uh... not killing each other? Or Peter? Please don't kill Peter; he's already on thin ice with Tony Stark, and we don't need another 'Peter's Dead Again' meme going around, mostly because Peter's ghost will haunt us forever, and also because we don't want to deal with the paperwork."
A stray rubber duck whizzed past Peter's ear, striking Torunn squarely on the head.
"Verily, I say unto thee, what sorcery is this?!" Torunn exclaimed, laughing.
"This isn't sorcery; sorcery is Dr. Strange," Lila smirked.
"I think you mean Wong," Nate informed her.
"Why don't we have a sorcerer on the team?" Cassie asked excitedly.
Peter's eyes widened. "We don't need one; we have America." He said quickly.
"I may or may not have angered a demon," America said suddenly, causing everyone to stare at her. A rubber duck, courtesy of Harley, hit her in the face.
"A demon? Why?! We don't have time to deal with a demon! I have calc homework that is three days overdue!"
"Speaking of calc, did you hear about the new villain?" Morgan asked, finally giving up on the coffee maker.
"What new villain?" "What does a villain have to do with calculus?" Nate and Cooper spoke together.
"He calls himself the Calculus Cloven."
"A math villain!?" Harley yelled. "Why? That's against the laws of teenhood itself."
"I say we beat him up so we can say we beat up math," Lila offered.
"NO!" Peter jumped in quickly. "We don't want to say that. How about we order pizza instead?"
Instantly, the whole room was filled with calls for different toppings. Torunn just looked confused.