Peter and his friends were currently in front of Natasha and Clint's stall. It was probably the only one that didn't look otherworldly. Racks and racks of equipment were dangerously glinting in the afternoon light, their hardened steel reflecting the sun directly into their eyes.

Natasha coldly scanned the crowd around her, her eyes softening when they landed on Peter. "Маленький паук!" Natasha exclaimed in Russian. "Cлышал, ты наконец победил оленьих игр" (heard that you drawed with Reindeer Games).

"О, я сделал" (Oh, I did!) Peter replied in slightly accented Russian. "Это было прекрасно!" (It was wonderful!).

"You've learnt well from all of us, Little Spider!" Nat said fondly, switching back to English.

"Thanks!" Peter said, beaming.

By now, his entire class was staring at him, surprised that he knew Russian. Flash glared at him, wide-eyed. "How the hell does Pen- Parker know Russian?" Flash shouted, correcting himself mid-sentence, and probably saving himself from being impaled by an arrow and then being given off to some cannibals to dance around and feast upon.

"¿Es él el tipo que se supone que debemos matar?" (Is he the guy we're supposed to kill?) Clint asked in Spanish.

Peter's eyes widened at this. "Te dije que, no mates!" (I told you, no killing) Peter replied in Spanish. By now, his friends had given up trying to understand how he even knew Russian, let alone Spanish, and were eying him and Clint warily.

"Он парень, которого мы должны убить" (He's the guy we gotta kill) Nat agreed.

"нет" (No)

"да" (Yes)

"Паук мама нет" (Spider Momma no)

"Паук мама да" (Spider Momma yes)

"I told Loki not to tell anyone..." Peter grumbled.

"Oh no, young man! You are not hiding this from your family. Besides, you told him not to tell your Dad, not us." Nat replied, raising an admonishing finger. "And I've told your dad!"

Peter just grumbled at that and sulked in a corner. "Alright! Where were we?" Clint asked, clearing his throat as they got back to the business at hand.

"You are going to learn how to shoot using arrows and guns." Natasha barked.

"Peter, come on up again!" Clint grinned.

"Embarrass the kid protocol?" Peter asked, already ascending the stage, not wanting Nat to get an opportunity to glare at him.

"Embarrass the kid protocol." Clint agreed, nodding lightly.

Natasha beckoned to him and handed him a gun. Peter quickly checked if it's loaded as Nat tied a black blindfold around his eyes. "Really, Auntie Nat?" Peter grumbled "Do we have to do the blindfold thing in front of them?"

Nat smiled a little and asked "Как они узнают, насколько вы опасны, если вы не покажете им?" (How will they know how dangerous you are unless you show them?).

Peter sighed in defeat and carefully positioned himself in front of the target. He switched off the safety and let his spider sense (A/N: Ooh pEteR TIngLe) guide his hand. He pulled the trigger once. Then once more. Then twice more after spinning them into the air and deftly catching them, and once while doing a handstand. By then every single one of his classmates were staring at him in shock, like they never knew who he was- which was probably true.

Natasha then gave him a bow and some arrows. He expertly cocked the arrow- like he had done it a thousand times (which he probably had)- and pulled back the bowstring until it was taut, quivering to be released. He released the arrow and it sailed over Clint's head, expertly hitting the center. He then loaded two arrows onto the bow, and each one sailed over each side of Clint before joining again and hitting the center.

Peter slowly removed his blindfold and looked towards the target to find 5 bullet holes and 3 arrows stuck right in the center.

He let his body relax, all the tension disappearing, when he heard a clap, and another, then another. Soon all his friends were clapping, awed by the nerdy guy who they never knew was so skilled. Even Flash kept his mouth shut.

Natasha and Clint were beaming at him as he slowly made his way down. He silently went towards Ned and MJ. The group parted itself to make way for Peter. He stood awkwardly, trying to ignore their stares, when MJ flipped them off and snapped, "What? Did everyone simultaneously lose their IQ and forget the meaning of fuck off? Because I'll happily remind you."

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Everyone shuffled towards Cap and Bucky's stall. It was probably the most beautifully decorated one. Curtains were draped all around it, blocking all the light and beautiful paintings were positioned on the wall.

"All right everyone!" Steve called out "My name is Captain Steven Rogers and today, I am going to teach you how to paint. I believe that in all of you lies a desire to transport all your feelings onto a piece of paper. Now's your chance to do just that. Everyone grab an easel and start painting."

Bucky then stepped from the shadows and said "Well, since my talent lies in picking up girls and Steve clearly told me not to teach you that, I will be helping you all in your art." This earnt a slight laugh. "But remember, the true beauty of art is that it doesn't have to make sense to anyone but you."

Everyone smiled at that and started walking towards the easels. Peter grinned happily. This was going to be beautiful, and definitely the least embarrassing.

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Peter and his classmates walked absentmindedly towards the final stall. He was still happy that Bucky and Steve had loved the picture he drew for them (a portrait of pre-serum Steve and Bucky, based on a picture Steve had once shown him).

Tony and Bruce's stall was slightly bizarre. The walls were solid steel and the only thing that was in the entire room was a black cloth covering a disc-like object and two handles. Peter had a bad feeling that he knew what was under the cloth.

Tony dramatically stepped forward and raised his arms. "Welcome to the sneak peek into the future! Are you ready to get your minds blown?" He declared, causing everyone to scream 'yes'.

"What Tony meant was that under this cloth lie two very futuristic instruments, that were designed by our youngest intern." Bruce glanced over to Peter, who blushed once again under everyone's gaze.

Tony slowly walked towards the table and pulled off the cloth in a deft movement. As predicted, two black handles and a Vibranium disc were humming happily under the cloth.

"Peter, since you invented it, why don't you on come up and explain?" Tony asked, smirking. "I don't think I will, Mr. Stark." Peter said, not calling him dad.

"Ooh but I believe there's a certain collection of comic books that would be really sad if it were burnt." Tony said, grinning wide.

"Papà per favore no!" (Dad please don't!) Peter pleaded in Italian, a language taught to him by Tony.

"Fumetti o umiliazione?"(Comics or humiliation?) Tony simply asked.

Peter sighed for the 100th time that day and trudged towards the stage, again. Great. All his classmates were now whispering about his ability to speak Italian while Flash was silently fuming in the corner.

"All right, let's get this over with." Peter said, picking up the disc. "This is ROSS or a Random Object Shrinking System. All you have to do is press this button-" Peter gestured to a button on one corner of the disc. "-And it either becomes a ring or a bracelet - according to your choice."

He tapped the button and it wrapped itself around his finger to form a ring. "You can now make any object significantly smaller and store it in this. If you want it back, all you have to do is tap the same button twice."

His class stood open-mouthed in front of him, amazed that someone could make something like that. "Now these-" Peter said, grabbing a handle "-Are something everyone knows." He flipped a switch, and it transformed into a light sabre.

What colour, you ask? Blue.

Everyone gasped at that and collectively surged forward to get a better look. "It took me and Shuri a looooong time to figure this baby out." he said, smiling proudly.

"Who wants to come up and give this a try with Peter?" Tony asked. Immediately, everyone raised their hands and Tony slowly smirked, eyes scanning the crowd until they rested on Flash. Peter could practically see the light bulb on his head.

"No no no no..." Peter muttered. "Ah, Dash! Come on up!" Tony said, smiling evilly.

Flash proudly strutted toward the stage and grabbed the red light sabre. How fitting. "Ready, Penis?" Flash asked, gaining back all his confidence, like he just didn't see Peter beat the crap out of a metal target.

Flash crouched down into a loose stance, and brandished his sabre like a stick. Peter extended his arm and held his sabre confidently.

"Ready? Set. Go!" Tony shouted and Peter instantly flicked his sabre towards Flash's, effectively disarming him. Bruce sniggered quietly while Tony laughed and clapped Peter's shoulder.

"Well done, kid!" Tony said. Peter turned around to glare at Tony for setting this up when Flash decided that he wanted to give every Avenger a reason to hand him his ass.

He slashed his lightsabre at Peter's turned back, way too close for his senses to react on time. Thankfully the sabre was harmless. Unfortunately, it cut through his sweater like it was made of butter. Fortunately, he had a shirt on inside the sweater.

Tony instantly summoned his gauntlet and prepared to blast Flash and Bruce started turning a little green. Peter did a perfect flip without thinking and shoved Tony's hand away, just in time for the blast to hit the wall next to Flash.

"For the last time! No killing minors!" Peter shouted. Tony and Bruce opened their mouths to retort but Peter said "I'm going to call Uncle Nick if you say or do anything!" Peter was scary when he threatened people- mostly because no one wanted him to be mad at them.

Peter's Parker's luck was beating the crap out of him today. (A/N: You see, the author had to include this amazing scene she had thought of that reads like a crack fic). "Wait, the Peter Parker has abs?" Cindy shouted- snapping him out of the staring competition that he was having with Tony - most of his class having seen them when he had flipped.

Besides, it's not like a plain white T-shirt did anything to hide the view. Instantly the entire class  started screaming and whispering, until MJ screamed, "Enough!" She walked towards the stage and pulled Peter down and kissed him.

"He's not available." MJ said, and calmly walked back.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend Peter!"

"Neither did I..." Peter muttered, lost for words- and a little star-struck. 

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Life was great for Peter. All the Avengers threatened Flash so much that he actually pissed his pants and ran off when a hammer, a gun, a knife, a gauntlet, a shield, a green fist and a magic cloak that slapped people were pointed at him.

MJ had become his girlfriend. All his classmates and teachers believed that he had an internship and Ned and MJ received internships from Bruce and Pepper soon after.

Of course, his Parker luck was currently begging with the evil forces to ruin Peter's good mood.

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A/N: 1900 words!! Whew, that's a lot! We are almost up to 300 views! This is amazing cuz I know I'm a shitty writer. Ttyl, I gotta go write a horror story for my English class.

Goodbye! I larb you all 3000!