The announcements, stuff like No book club on Friday, and Lunch on Monday will still be shitty, were - thankfully - nearing an end. At least, Tony was happy about that. Clint? Not so much.

While Clint may have been a professional liar for a living (one could only be said liar with striking and intimidating confidence and acting skills out-the-wazoo), he didn't do crowds.

They were at Midtown Science, a high school for the rich and snobby or smart and worthy of a scholarship or something, Clint didn't know, looking for the new recruit, Spiderman. Not a single Avenger was for the idea. They didn't like that a teenager - "he's still in diapers, for Christ's sake!" Tony had objected loudly a few days earlier - was getting into the business this early.

None of them really started early except Natasha and Thor and look at where they come from- Natasha doesn't know and Thor from a family torn apart.

But, they did it any way. They were pissed- but they weren't going to a, pass up on another potential ally or b, take said anger out on said recruit. It was Clint and Tony- Tony and Clint, doesn't matter really, but Tony threatened no more Frosted Flakes and Clint can't deal without his Frosted Flakes, so it's up there - because Natasha and Steve were on a mission, Bruce wouldn't be able to even and Thor was else where, definitely not doing the dirty with a certain astrophysicist.

"I hate you," Clint informed the nightlight next to him, quietly.

"I don't give a shit, Legolas," Tony grinned back, malice in his eyes. They had to keep up a happy, nice façade for the students, but both men were angry with the use of their time. Tony was happy to snark high schoolers any time, but Clint could be sleeping, eating, nesting, training or just about anything else, really. "Look, this sucks, it really does, but let's just get done and over with."

"This isn't Super-Mario-Bros level fun for you? And, you'll care if you don't want an assassin going Crazy-Pysco-Ex-Girlfriend on you, because I know several. Not including me." In the background, the principal stuttered out a few more words, nervously. She shifted her posture, bit her lip, stuttered, pushed her glasses up, blushed, etc. It wasn't hard to tell she was practically melting away in anxiety. And, it had to be horrifying to have two Avengers in your school, requesting an assembly on short notice. Eh. Clint didn't care - the sooner this was over the better.

"Oh, Katniss, I had such high hopes for you being an optimist, but alas, it all is for naught." Tony said all of this in a semi-high, completely snobby, like, Downtown-Abbey snobby voice. In his normal voice, he implored, "it'll be fun. Lighten up a little." Then, the principal called them up.

"Okay, so being an Avenger sucks." Tony shouldn't have started with or ever said this topic, Clint thinks. "You get hurt one day, then two days later a new Baddie shows up, thinks he's cool, when, really, he's just pullin' an Ice Ice Baby. Been there, seen that, bought the t-shirt, choked down the native food. Whatever. Thing is, you're hurt. You're expected to detain the Baddie, though. I mean, Capsicle's lucky he has super healing. One bullet wound, and I'm out for weeks! He gets a bullet wound and he's like 'wow, didn't even feel that.' And, that's not even taking Meat Swing and Widow into consideration! Or Jolly Green! Eugh!"

Clint pushed Tony out-of-the-way, silencing him and the crowd. Clint didn't talk much during the forced PR events, in which people begged for names and backstories and favorite episodes of shows and Star Trek or Wars? and the Avengers begged to be left alone and dubiously answered questions with "no comment."

"What Tony is trying to say in as many words as humanly possible, is that being an Avenger is dangerous. Don't be stupid and do as monkey do or when in Rome or whatever saying it is. What we do is not safe. However, we didn't come here today to talk about the dangers of being a superhero. It's beneficial, but not of main importance. We come with a trip, for two smart students to explore a Stark lab of Tony's choosing. Anything else you think we need to add, Iron Ass?"

Tony frowned, pushing into Clint. "Uh, yeah actually. The winners get to meet the Avengers and miss a whole day of school. Also, this won't be something we ever do again, probably. Whatever." He looked down to his hand, apparently reading two names. Clint thought it was staged from the moment the other man brought his hand up. Our little smart cookies are Gwen Stacy and Peter Parker! Come on up. Are you smarter than a fifth grader? Jeopardy! Deal or no deal? Random game show name! Oh, Family Feud! Love that show, it's awesome."

"Tu es stupide, Stark. C'est pour famille, les hommes ne poussent pas. (You are stupid, Stark. It's for families, not grown men.)" Clint rolled his eyes.

Tony paused a moment before "... was that fucking French? You speak French? How am I just now finding out! I'm outraged! This is anarchy! Oh my God!" He threw his hands up angrily. "Next thing I know, you'll be saying you a tumblr!"

"I do. I'd tell you the URL but you'd flood my inbox. Fuckin' nerd." Clint was lying. He didn't have a tumblr, but hacked into some every once in a while.

Tony gaped at him before turning to the crowd and pleading, "Gwen and Peter we'd like to work out the details, so everyone but those two - go to class."

The fat, old, blonde secretary led the group of four to an office room in the main office, leaving the door slightly open. Clint and Tony were Avengers, and while they requested privacy, it had to be a law that two grown men couldn't be alone in a room with two teenagers. Gwen and Peter sat on the couch that just happened to be in there while Tony and Clint stood.

This was mostly Tony's mission. Clint was there because he was better at hand-to-hand and just slightly at being under pressure. He was a bodyguard.

"How'd we win?" Gwen asked. "Can I call my mom to tell her I won?"

"That won't be necessary," Clint smiled. "You'll be able to tell her after school, you'll be missing tomorrow."

"Yeah, and you two won because I had to steal Oscorp's best and brightest, you know," Tony drawled.

Peter didn't believe any of what they were saying except the part about tomorrow. He understood perfectly well why the Avengers wanted him- just not Gwen. Gwen had nothing to do with this. She knew who he was, sure. Still, he didn't want to involve her and get her hurt in any way. He wouldn't be able to live with himself.

"Now, we also have reason to believe that Spiderman is a student at this school, so you'll -" Tony started.

"Hopefully," Clint interrupted forcefully.

"- help us look for him. We assume it's a him, of course, but it almost has to be a him, I mean, can you say 'flat-chested?'"

"Tony," Clint groaned. "I'm sorry about him. He's tactless, I swear. Tony, do you know your manners? Are you aware that there are sensitive topics, and that you steer clear of them?"

"I was raised into a tactful family, Barton! I know that stuff, I just don't use it!"

Meanwhile, Gwen was watching intently and Peter was thinking. Should I tell them? Should I lead them to a different person? What do I do? He was pretty sure - almost certain, in fact - that he wasn't going to tell anyone else about his night job.

He decided he would see what would happen before coming to a definite conclusion, though. "What would happen to Spiderman? I mean, if he, uh, if he we-went here and we f-found him?" Somehow, he was still a stuttering, anxiety riddled mess.

Tony grinned. "He would be asked to join the team and be brought to the tower to meet-and-greet with the lot. If he says yes, that is. On the off-chance that he says no, we'll keep his secret and provide occasional backup as well as a place to stay whenever. There are way more perks being on the team, though, like Cap's cooking and Brucie-Wucie's weird trivia - what even is that, anyway?"

"He's a genius, he likes knowledge, it's obvious."

Thing was, Peter was Spiderman. At least, that's what SHIELD thought. They wanted to kidnap him and weasel it out of him, but Steve had gone ape-shit and everyone unanimously decided this - coming to his school, rewarding him and showing him the benefits without any lawsuits or manhandling, as well as letting his love be with them for moral support or something - was a better idea. They wanted Peter to come out as Spiderman on his own, and it was up to Tony to do it. Other thing was, Tony was shit at this. Tony didn't understand how anyone could keep themselves hidden like Spiderman did - "please? Can I tell tell them? Pleeeease?" Tony begged Steve. He was begging to tell the press that Captain America= Steven Grant Rogers. Clint wasn't the best at words or ops where teenagers were involved, so really, SHIELD picked the worst two human beings or otherwise to convince Spiderman to join the band.

Peter was mulling over his decisions while Gwen asked the two crazies more questions. She was doing it for him, and he was infinitely grateful.

("Who's your hero?" Tony asked Gwen.

She frowned. "My... my dad. He was a police captain in the NYPD."

"Oh. Well, he did a good job. Haven't been many robbings in the last year or so. And, the rate of, like, serial killers have gone way down in the last decade, too." Tony wasn't good with the mourning, so really, that was the best he could do. "Any others?" Would she say Spiderman?

"I really like Susan Storm, the Invisible Woman, you know. And Black Widow. They're both great role models for little girls everywhere."

Clint laughed at Natasha being a role model. Like hell.)

Suddenly, it didn't seem so bad to tell them. Being an Avenger just seemed like he would fight opponents more like Doctor Conners and less like the average mugger or robbers. Tony had once told paps that he didn't work well with others, but here he was, saying how great it would be to be an Avenger. It never even crossed his mind that they already knew, or were suspicious, at the very least.

"I think I might know who he is," Peter started tentatively.

"Yeah?" Tony asked. "Who is he, you think?"

Peter paused. Was he ready to out himself to the Avengers, to the world? With the Avengers, he'd get publicity. And, he was a loner. He'd be with the Avengers a lot. If he joined, how would he see Aunt May and do homework? What if he was needed when he was at school? Could he sacrifice all of that? Was he even going to join, or was he just telling them Spiderman and he were the same person? Was he ready for this? Was he? With all of these questions rolling around in his head and with a spur-of-the-moment fashion, he said, "me."

AN: Yay! I finally got around to re-writing this! My previous rendition of Avengers Assembl-y was written with by amatuer. I'm still an amatuer, but I was a super one. It was terrible, and going back to read it showed that I rushed everything, didn't consider other things and just left out a lot of details.

I have no idea where this is going after I finish re-writing what I've already wrote, so ideas will be apreciated. Previously, there were relationships, such as Steve/Natsha, but I won't be including the crutch that is romance other than Peter/Gwen. This was written post-Avengers, post-TASM, so IM3, T:TDW, CA:TWS and TASM2 are not relevant. I haven't seen TASM2, anyway. Some things will be different, such as it being Thursday instead of Friday, Peter not immediatly pouring out his biggest secret to the Avengers, or a part of them, in this case and Tony asking Gwen who her hero was in the room, not infront of the whole school.

And, curse words! Yay! I can't remember if they were in the previous story or not.

I need help with a title because Avengers Assembl-y is terrible.

Disclaimer - I own nothing above of what you may or may not recognise. I made this story but my cash flow from it or otherwise is non-existent.

Lastly, updates will come few and far between. I'm going to be on summer break on June 4/6, and I might be going to a band class, so I don't know.

Reviews are fuel! God bless all!