"Hey, anyone home?" I yelled as I opened the front door and walked in before shutting it.

"Hey, kid." My eyes widened. I turned around and a smile spread across my face as Clint walked towards me, also smiling.

"Clint, oh my god!" I squealed as I jumped into his arms, making him laugh and return the hug before putting me down.

"What are you doing here?" I laughed.

"Oh, come on, I couldn't miss your first day of actual high school." He chuckled, making me smile. Obviously, Clint had moved out of the Avengers' Tower when he had gotten married and had kids, but due to his brotherly relationship with Natasha, he was my closest uncle out of all the Avengers.

"That's sweet. How are the kids?" I asked.

"Little shits." He nodded, making me laugh.

"Where's my dad?" I asked.

"Kitchen, with Nat and Bruce." He nodded. I returned it as I headed to the kitchen, Clint following behind me. Everyone looked up as I walked in.

"Hey! It's the high school student." Natasha smiled, making me chuckle as I sat down at the island next to my dad.

"How was it, kid?" dad asked.

"It was fun, actually. Got put into chemistry class, science and math, so that's good, and I made some friends." I nodded.

"Oh, nice, what are they called?" Bruce asked.

"Ned, MJ, and Peter-." Clint choked on his coffee as I said Peter's name and everyone looked at me.

"Um...nice...hey, what's Peter's last name?" Natasha asked.

"Natasha..." dad warned, but she simply brushed him off with her hand as she looked at me.

"Parker. Peter Parker." I nodded. Everyone just looked at me, eyes slightly wide.

"Oops." Clint mumbled as he sipped his coffee.

"Why are you guys being so weird?" I scoffed.

"It's nothing, kid, don't worry." Dad shook his head.

"Okay." I spoke slowly, eyeing all of them up suspiciously before grabbing my bag and hopping down from the stool before heading up to my room.

Peter's P.O.V

"May, I'm home!" Peter yelled as he shut the door to their apartment.

"Hey, sweetie. Dinner is nearly ready." She spoke, smiling at him over her shoulder from the kitchen. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked at his phone to see that it read five thirty p.m.

"Sorry, May, I didn't realise that I'd been at school for so long." He chuckled, carelessly throwing his backpack into his room before walking into the kitchen.

"It's okay, honey. You have a good day?" she asked. Peter bit his lip and smiled.

"Um, yeah, actually, I did." He nodded. May's eyebrows furrowed and she looked at him as she turned around and put two bowls of food onto the table.

"Well, that didn't sound suspicious at all." She chuckled as they sat down. Peter smiled and swirled the spaghetti around his fork, wrapping the strands around the metal.

"No, it was good. It's just that there was a new girl at school, and I was allocated her student guide, so I guess that she's in my friend group now." He nodded.

"And that's a good thing?" May asked.

"Course it is, yeah. She's kind, smart, funny, really nice." He chuckled as he stuck a forkful of the spaghetti into his mouth. May looked at him.

"She cute too?" she asked, making Peter freeze.

"Why do you ask?" he asked, his words muffled because of the food, making May laugh.

"No reason, you just seem very into her, it's nice. What's her name?" she asked.

"Y/N." Peter nodded. May returned it and looked down at her bowl.

"Maybe you could invite her over at some point, let me meet her." She shrugged.

"May, I literally met her today." He chuckled.

"I know, sweetie, but you already seem to like her. No harm in introducing us." She spoke. Peter sighed and shoved the last forkful of food into his mouth before standing up and putting his bowl into the sink.

"On that note, I think I'm going to start my extra-curricular activity." He nodded as he headed to his room.

"Okay, hun, but be safe and be back no later than midnight, it's a school night. Oh, also, leave your backpack somewhere safe, I'm sick of having to re-purchase all of your stuff every other day!" she yelled after him.

"Yes, aunt May!" Peter shouted back, chuckling as he walked into his room and shut the door. He pulled his sweater and t-shirt over his head before yanking his jeans down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers as he got out his suit and started to put that on instead. He stuffed his clothes into his backpack, a precaution that he more often than not took, just in case he needed to change whilst he was out. He shoved his phone into his backpack before zipping it up. He opened his window and climbed out before jumping. As he started to fall, he shot a web, which caught onto the nearby bridge, making him swing up and into the air.

Peter sat on the edge of the roof, looking over the streets of Queens. He huffed, bored out of his mind as he pulled his mask off, leaving his hair messy.

"Come on, Queens, give me something. A bike being stolen, a kitten stuck in a tree, hell, even an old lady needing directions." He sighed. Suddenly, he got an idea. He smiled slightly and dug his phone out of his backpack. He scrolled along to Y/N's number and typed out a message before pressing send.

Y/N's P.O.V

I lay on my front on my bed, doing my homework as I kicked my feet in the air. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, showing an unknown number. I smiled as I saw the text.

Unknown: Hey, Y/N, it's me, Peter. Parker.

I chuckled and shook my head, adding his name to the number before typing out a message and pressing send.

Y/N: Hey! Congrats, you're officially the first one to text lol.

Peter: Oh, yay! Suck it, MJ!

I laughed at his text before typing another one out.

Y/N: So, what you up to on this fine evening?

Peter: Oh, you know, just chillin'.

Y/N: Care to elaborate on that?

Peter: Fine, I'm sitting on a roof.

Y/N: Nice joke, lol. I'm stuck doing homework.

Peter: Why are you doing homework at 11 at night?

Y/N: Why are you sitting on a roof at 11 at night?

Peter: Touché. Better climb down and reassure my aunt that I'm not dead, so I'm gonna go.

I chuckled and bit my lip as he stuck to the joke.

Y/N: Okay. See you tomorrow, Spidey-boy.

Peter: Wait, what?

Y/N: Well, if you're serious about being on a roof, that's what Spiderman does. So, that's your new nickname, Spidey-boy ;).

Peter: Hey, I'm a man!

I laughed to myself as I could practically hear Peter defending his manhood.

Y/N: Sure you are, lol. See you tomorrow, Spidey-boy.

Peter: Night, homework girl.

I smiled and bit my lip before shutting my phone off and putting it on my bedside table. I stood up and put all of my homework onto my desk before crawling back into my bed.

"FRIDAY, ceiling light and wall lights off, please." I demanded, making all lights except for my nightstand lamp turn off.

"Do you want your lamp off too?" she asked.

"No, it's okay, FRIDAY. I've got it." I spoke, clicking the lamp off before lying back against my pillows and closing my eyes.

~The next morning~

"Good morning, Y/N." I groaned and buried my face into my pillows as the blinds started to open and FRIDAY's voice sounded.

"It's been a single day and your whole opening-the-blinds-at-seven-in-the-morning-to-wake-me-up schtick is already getting old." I mumbled as I sat up and rubbed my sleep-filled eyes. I grabbed my phone and smiled as I saw two texts from unknown numbers, but I knew that it was Ned and Michelle, as well as one from Peter.

Unknown: Hey, loser. It's MJ ;).

Unknown: Hi! It's Ned :).

I chuckled and assigned names to both of their numbers before looking at the text from Peter.

Peter: Morning, homework girl, lol. Me, Ned and MJ usually meet at the school doors at 8:15, wondered if you wanted to meet us too?

I smiled and bit my lip at the text. It had only been a day and I already felt completely accepted by Peter and his friends. And I loved it.

Y/N: Right back at you, Spider-boy ;) and sure, lol, meeting up would be really nice. See you then :).

"FRIDAY, text Happy and ask him to be outside with the car for seven forty-five, please." I spoke as I got out of bed and walked into my wardrobe. It was a relatively hot day, so I grabbed a red sundress and a leather jacket, as well as a pair of wedge-heeled sandals. I got dressed and headed back into my room, grabbing my bag and unzipping it on the bed.

"Crap." I sighed as I realised that I was missing a book. I looked at my desk and sighed again as it was on there. I took a deep breath and raised my hand, focusing as hard as I could on the object. I breathed in, my hand shaking with concentration as a small flicker of red energy emerged from my palm and started to slowly drift towards the book. I groaned quietly, the energy needing so much effort that it was beginning to hurt.

"You're running before you can walk." I dropped my hand, making the stream of red disappear into the air as I turned around and saw Wanda leaning against the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest. I gulped, raising my finger to my nose and wiping away the drop of blood that had come from it as a result of me using so much energy.

"Teach me to walk, then." I shrugged, walking over to the desk and grabbing the book that I had tried and failed to get with my energy.

"You know that your dad wants you in school right now. You may be a superhuman, but you still need an education." She chuckled.

"Wanda, I'm so over school right now. I could fly using my energy if I wanted to, and you're telling me that I still need to pass the year?" I scoffed.

"Yes." She nodded. I rolled my eyes and zipped up my bag before swinging it onto my shoulder.

"Have a good day." She smiled as I passed her.

"Thanks, Wanda." I sighed. I headed downstairs and into the kitchen, where Natasha, dad and Steve were sat. They looked up as I walked in.

"Damn, girl." Natasha smirked as I grabbed an apple from the bowl.

"Y/N, honey, is that really appropriate for school?" dad asked.

"Dad, it's a sundress, and it's a hot day." I scoffed.

"I think he more meant the heels, which, by the way, totally don't go with unpainted toenails." Steve chuckled, looking down at my sandals.

"Thank you, Steve the fashion guru." I mocked before looking at dad.

"He's right, kiddo. I hate to say it, but you look like you're dressing a little more girly than usual for someone." He admitted. My eyes widened.

"What?! That's bullcrap! I'm allowed to dress nicely every so often." I scoffed.

"Uh huh, definitely not because you met a boy yesterday." Steve chuckled, sipping his coffee.

"Whatever." I mumbled, rolling my eyes as I grabbed my bag and headed to the front door.

"Have a good day, kiddo!" dad called after me. I rolled my eyes again as I opened the front door and walked out.

"Thanks for the ride, Happy." I spoke as I climbed out of the car and shut the door. Happy drove away as I walked along the sidewalk, soon reaching the school. I looked up and smiled as, as promised, Peter, Ned and Michelle stood there, talking. Peter was wearing almost exactly what he had been wearing yesterday, a blue sweater with the neckline of a t-shirt underneath visible, along with a pair of grey jeans and black sneakers, completing the look with his hazel curls slicked to the side. Michelle's outfit was also similar, a simple green t-shirt underneath an open flannel, also with jeans and sneakers, and her hair also the same. Ned's outfit was also...wow, exactly the same. I chuckled and shook my head as not only were all three in them dressed almost identically to how they had been yesterday, but they also, probably unintentionally, all basically dressed the same.

"Hey, guys. Thanks for waiting." I smiled, making them all look at me. Peter's eyes widened as he saw me.

"Hey, loser. You look nice." Michelle smiled as I walked up the steps.

"Thanks. I thought that I'd actually try today." I chuckled. I looked at Peter and Ned.

"You boys alright?" I asked.

"Yeah! Good to see you again." Ned smiled. I looked at Peter.

"You okay, Spidey-boy?" I chuckled, making him blush red as Ned and Michelle looked at us.

"Wait, what-."

"We were texting last night and I made a joke that I was on a roof. Y/N decided that that was me acting like Spiderman, so she's started to call me Spidey-boy." He explained. Ned and Michelle's mouths formed into "O" s and they looked at each other.

"Ah, cool, that's a good nickname." Michelle chuckled.

"Thanks. Shall we?" I asked, nodding to the doors. Everyone else returned it as we headed into school.

The four of us walked into math class and I looked around, hoping to get to sit next to Peter in this class too. The seating arrangement seemed pretty much the same as chemistry, with Ned and Michelle sitting in front of Peter, and an empty seat next to him. Peter noticed me looking lost and tapped the seat beside him. I chuckled, making him smile as I took the seat and got my stuff out.

"Sup, Penis Parker." I looked up to see a guy strolling towards us as he smirked.

"Oh god." Peter groaned, resting his head against the desk. The guy looked at me and his smirk widened.

"And you are?" he spoke, leaning against the desk to try and make himself look attractive.

"Way out of your league." I nodded, making Ned and Michelle burst into laughter as Peter raised his head and gave the boy a smug smile.

"Yeah, whatever." The boy scoffed before walking away.

"That's Flash, the class jerk. Don't let him bother you." Peter shrugged.

"Oh, I won't. Bullies need to be stood up to." I nodded. He returned it and looked down as Flash sat on the table opposite from Ned and Michelle.

"So, you guys-." Michelle stopped talking and looked at Flash as he sat there, watching a video on his phone.

"Flash, what the hell are you watching?" she scoffed as we heard screaming and explosions from the video.

"Just that video of Spiderman defeating the fire monster thing in London last year." He shrugged.

"What is it with you and Spiderman?" Ned chuckled.

"What? He looks out for the neighbourhood, has a dope suit, and I really respect him." He nodded before looking at Peter.

"What are you looking at, dickwad?" he scoffed, making Peter press his lips together and give Flash a thumbs up.