Not everyone is created equal. There are people in this world that are born with privileges and advantages that put them ahead of everyone else. There are people that are born with nothing and must climb their way out of oppression. These lessons of privilege should be taught to children with care and respect. To help them understand. These lessons should not, however, be taught to children with violence.

Peter Parker learned this lesson at the age of five. He laid there motionless; eyes widened as he looked towards the sky. He had bruises on his arms and legs, dirt stained his cheeks, and his head was pounding with pain. All he could do now was crawl into a ball and cry his eyes out.

It was supposed to be a fun day for him; his kindergarten cancelled all classes due to a nearby villain attack which cut out all the power on that grid. A day off of school is supposed to be a fun time for children. It was supposed to be fun for Peter. It was, at least in the beginning.

He had a playdate with his best friend in the world, Eugene "Flash" Thompson. He was so excited when his aunt dropped him off at his house; he couldn't wait to play hero. Their playdates consisted mostly of watching old footage of battles between heroes and villains, and any live fights happening on the news. Today, however, was different.

"Hey, Pete, wanna ditch this, and go to the playground? I'm getting kinda bored," Flash said.

"Um, yeah! Let's go tell your mom and-"

"Nah," Flash said, "Let's just go, we'll be back before she knows anything." This was unusual for Peter. Going to the park without any adult supervision? His Aunt May and Uncle Ben always told him to never go anywhere without an adult that he trusts. But, he trusts Flash. He wouldn't let Peter get hurt right? Besides, Flash has this really cool quirk, if any bad people try to kidnap him, he'll protect him.

Peter agreed, and off they went. Getting out of the house was easy since Flash's mom was sleeping on the couch in the living room with some sort of bottle in her hand. This usually happened when Peter had a playdate at Flash's home; his mom was asleep most of the time, letting them have free reign of the house. Whenever Peter asked why his mom sleeps so much, Flash would say, "She just works a lot, okay? Stop asking."

The journey to the park, however, was difficult because they had to stay out of sight, so no adult would see them and call their parents, or aunt and uncle in Peter's case. They ran from bush to bush, and jumped fences to get to their destination. Eventually, they came to the wall that separated the park from the playground. It loomed over the two kids, and it cast a great shadow over them. To Peter, it was the highest wall he'd ever seen.

Peter heard Flash chuckle. "This wall ain't nothing to me." Flash's arms became covered in this black goop. The goop seemingly crawled up his arms and eventually to his hands, turning his small hands into big claws. Flash looked at Peter. "Lemme show you how a man climbs a wall."

Flash stepped back five steps and then dashed towards the wall, jumped, and stuck to the wall, digging his claws into the concrete. Peter watched in awe as Flash effortlessly climbed up. Once Flash got to the top of the wall, he peered down and looked at Peter, flashing him a toothy grin.

"Well, come on!" he exclaimed.

Peter stared at the wall. Noticing it's craggily state, how long has this wall been standing? Before he was born? Before Auntie and Uncle were born? Before quirks?

"What are ya waiting for?!" yelled Flash, "Just climb the stupid thing!"

Jolted out of his thoughtful daze, Peter looked for his path to climb up the wall.

"Come on, Peter!"

The more Flash shouted the more nervous he got. Finally, he found his path. Peter took five steps back and then sprinted towards the wall until-

"I AM IRON MAN AND IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO WAKE UP! I AM IRON MAN AND IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO WAKE UP!"

This phrase loudly repeated throughout Peter Parker's bedroom, bouncing off the walls, and making his ear drums perform a drum solo. He let out a loud scream of confusion as he was rudely awakened by the pre-recorded message. He jolted from laying down comfortably to sitting up uncomfortably. Holding his head in discomfort, Peter groaned. "I hate that dream…" The alarm clock blared on his bedside table. Peter sighed as he clicked it off. It was a special alarm clock, a special edition Iron Man alarm clock, with a small figurine of the hero acting as the "turn off" button. Peter sighed once again and he flopped back on his bed. He took a moment to look around his room. He didn't know why. It's been the same for as long as he remembered. Plastered along the walls were memorabilia of his favorite heroes: Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, the Hulk, etc. Figurines of said heroes stood atop his shelves. His walls were a deep shade of blue. His bedsheets were red, but his blanket was Avengers-themed. He was fifteen-years-old, but his room was one of a twelve-year-old. Peter didn't mind; he really liked heroes. He absentmindedly reached over to his bedside table, and grabbed his phone. The bright screen blinded him for a small moment. His eyes readjusted themselves, and he looked at his messages.

Wanda Maximoff :P (6:30 AM): Get out of bed sleepyhead. May made pancakes.

Pietro Maximoff (6:35 AM): Is my sister at your house? She's not answering my texts.

Pietro Maximoff (6:36 AM): Never mind lol I took a quick run around town and saw her in your kitchen lol

She's downstairs? Peter thought. It wasn't unusual for Wanda to be over before school started, but sometimes Peter questioned if she ever ate breakfast at home. "Your Aunt's cooking is just too good!" she'd say. He had his doubts, of course. She always said that Pietro was cranky in the morning, so maybe that's why she spends her mornings here.

"Peter! Breakfast is almost ready!"

Peter groaned as he heard his Aunt's voice calling for him. "I'll be down in a second!" he shouted back.

"A second has passed!" he heard a shout from downstairs followed by a hearty laugh.

Oh, Ben, he thought. His Uncle really was a joker.

"How long have you been mastering the art of dad jokes, Mr. Parker?" Wanda asked inquisitively, "Because you need a lot more work."

Mr. Parker lowered his newspaper, took off his reading glasses, and gave a thoughtful look. Mr. Parker was wearing what he always wore: an ugly red sweater with aged blue jeans. "It's my look!" he'd always say whenever he was questioned about his choice of apparel. "Well let's see… when Peter was born! His father hated whenever our dad joked with us, and I just knew that he wouldn't do it for Peter. So I wasn't going to let Peter live his life without the best form of humor."

Wanda rolled her eyes. Highly subjective opinion he's got there, she thought. She turned her gaze to Mrs. Parker who was just finishing cooking the last pancake. "Mrs. Parker, how do you live with this?"

"A strong will and wine, my dear," she said, grabbing the plate of pancakes and bringing it to the table where Mr. Parker and Wanda sat, "A strong will and wine." Mrs. Parker was also wearing what she normally wore. Underneath her cooking apron, was her usual yellow shirt and blue jeans. Unlike her husband, she knew fashion, which Wanda appreciated.

"Oh please," Mr. Parker said, "You love it; you know you do."

Mrs. Parker chuckled as she put down the plate on the table. "No dear, I love you, not your jokes."

Wanda let out a small laugh. "See, she's the funny one here."

"No one here appreciates my stellar comedy," lamented Mr. Parker.

"I do," a fourth voice said. Wanda turned her head towards the stairs that led to the upper floor, only to see her best friend: Peter Parker. Peter looked like he crawled himself out of a grave. His eyes were droopy, heavy bags surrounding them. His skin was paler than normal and his hair was also more ruffled than normal as well.

"Ah, my hero," joked Mr. Parker, "Jeez, son, you look like a zombie."

"I always appreciate your jokes, Ben." Even his voice was coarse.

Wanda eyed her best friend and gave a cocky grin. "Did you even shower? I can smell you from here."

Wanda saw Peter roll his eyes at her. "Well, good morning to you too," he said.

The ensuing breakfast was also per the usual for the Parker family. A lot of banter between Uncle Ben and Aunt May, but even more between Wanda and Peter. "Don't pass out from being a geek when you meet Dr. Banner today."

"And don't try to pass out from boredom when he starts talking about the dangers of gamma radiation," he retorted. However, Peter couldn't deny his excitement. For the first field trip of the school year, his high school, Midtown High, was going to Avengers Tower to meet the heroes and watch a lecture from the Incredible Hulk himself, Bruce Banner, the fourth most popular hero in America. Eventually, the pair finished their breakfast.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Parker! The food was great as always," Wanda said. She always said this after having a delicious course of Aunt May's cooking, which at this point was every other day or so.

"Oh you're always welcome here, dear," said Aunt May, "Now go, you two are going to miss the train."

The two said their goodbyes to the married couple and off they went out the front door and onto the sidewalk, where an impatient Pietro waited.

"Took you two long enough," he said while tapping his foot incessantly. "Mom and dad missed you at breakfast, dear sister," he said in a mocking tone.

"Well get back to me when dad can actually cook something worth a damn, dear brother," she fired back.

Pietro shook his head in disappointment, his silver hair flowing side to side as he did. "Hey Pete, ready for the field trip?" he asked excitedly, a complete change in his composure.

"Dude, you know it!" Peter exclaimed, high fiving Pietro.

Wanda groaned. "I'm surrounded by geeks."

The walk to the train station was yet again, per the usual for the life of Peter Parker. Talking to Pietro about the villain fight that was on the news the night before while Wanda playfully mocks them.

"So the paper is due Friday right?" Wanda asked.

"Yep," responded Peter.

"But does that mean 12:00 that morning or at 11:59 that night?" replied Pietro.

"No, it's du-"

BOOM!

A sudden explosion was heard. The trio stopped in their tracks and looked to where they heard the explosion. They see smoke in the direction they were looking.

"That's the station…" Peter said.

"That explosion…" Pietro said.

Peter turned to Pietro. "Which means…"

Wanda eyes widened in horror. "Oh God, please no."

Peter and Pietro's eyes lit up. "Villain attack!" they both exclaimed. Then the two ran off in the direction of the station.

"Hey, wait up you two!" Wanda exclaimed, running after the pair.

When Peter, Pietro, and Wanda got to the station it was a sight to behold. On top of the tracks was a villain they'd never seen before. He was gigantic in size and was entirely made out of sand. He stood on the overpass and roared out, daring any hero to attack.

"A new villain?" Peter asked with extreme curiosity.

"Yeah looks like it," Pietro responded with eagerness, "He looks so cool!"

The villain reeled back his fist and punched a chunk out of a building. The crowd that was surrounding the scene screamed as debris threatened to crush them. That is until a blue and red blur flew in and destroyed all of the debris that dare harm the populace. It was the Avenger Captain Marvel, one of the strongest members of the team.

"Oh Cap's here? This'll be done in no time," mused Pietro.

Peter swooned. "She's so cool."

Wanda huffed and crossed her arms, a small blush cascaded her cheeks. "She's okay."

The villain's voice echoed and roared. "Get outta here pipsqueak, before I slaughter ya!"

Captain Marvel floated above the crowd, glowing with a golden light, her hair defying gravity as it floated upwards. Her very presence exerted the power she possessed. She looked back to the crowd. "Multiple Man, form a barrier!" she ordered.

"Alright people, don't move past the clones y'hear?" multiple voices echoed.

The trio looked and saw the rescue hero Multiple Man! A new up and coming hero who could create a seemingly infinite amount of clones of himself. A sea of clones barred entrance to the battle. "They're exact copies of him," Peter whispered. "I gotta..." He reached into his book bag and took out a notebook and a cheap digital camera.

"And there he goes," Wanda sighed.

He took his camera, aimed at one of the clones, and snapped a quick picture. Then, he opened his notebook. It had the number twelve written in sharpie pen on the cover. Peter opened it and flicked through the pages and pages of hero analysis until he found Multiple Man's entry and feverishly wrote in his new finding.

"Oh, it warms my heart to see such an enthusiastic youth!" A laugh rang in Peter's ears. He looked to his right and saw an older looking gentleman. Balding, but still has his white hair, a bushy mustache, and a cool pair of black sunglasses.

A blush danced onto Peter's face. "Ah, well it's just a hobby of mine."

The elderly gentleman chuckled. "Oh don't try to fool me, young man! I know exactly what you are! A fanboy!"

Peter's face was bright red from embarrassment. "I, well I-"

"Hey there's nothing wrong with being a fanboy!" Pietro exclaimed, standing up for his friend.

The gentleman continue to chuckle. "Not at all, young man! Why when I was your ag-"

The villain roared once again. "Don't you come near me!"

Captain Marvel flexed out her arm and pointed at the villain. "Flint Marko, you are under arrest for illegal quirk usage and destruction of property! Anything you say can and will be us- gah!" The heroine was suddenly cut off by a gigantic fist made out of sand punching her into a nearby building.

"I ain't going to jail!" the sand villain yelled as he reeled back his other giant fist, "And I'll be sendin' ya straight to hell!" The sand giant flung his fist into the building where Captain Marvel crashed into, but the attack was blocked by an invisible force field! Peter looked to the top of the building to his left, and standing there was the Invisible Woman, one third of the Future Foundation!

"Ah! It's Susan Storm!" Peter heard Wanda squeal in delight. "She's gonna kick this sand dude's ass!"

"Nah, my money's still on Cap," replied Pietro, "She can probably bench press the continent if she wants to."

Wanda groaned. "Not every problem can be solved by brute strength, dear brother," she said in a mocking tone, "You need finesse and to think outside the box! Right, Pete?" She stood with her hands on her hips in a stance of confidence. However she got no response from her friend. "Pete?" When Wanda turned to face him, all she saw was him feverishly writing in his notebook. Deaf to the world around him.

"So Invisible Woman actually doesn't disappear she just bends the light around her to make the illusion that she's invisible so does that mean that she can't see when she's invisible or maybe the light is still hitting her eyes anyway so maybe she sees but you also have to consider…" Peter rambled on and on.

A moment of awkward silence fell upon Wanda, Pietro, and the gentleman as Peter muttered away. "Oh Pete." Wanda sighed.

"Does your friend usually do this?" the gentleman asked.

Pietro scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Yeah, it's hard for him to stop when he gets going." Another crash was heard and the attention of the group was once again focused on the ensuing fight.

"You ready, Sue?!" yelled Captain Marvel as she flew upwards towards the sky.

"The barrier's up, Carol; turn this villain into glass!" yelled the Invisible Woman back as she flexed her arms out.

The sand villain tried to reach for the flying superhero but found himself unable to move past the invisible barrier that blocked his path. "Wh-what the hell is this?!" he screamed in terror.

"This is the end of your villainy, Marko!" exclaimed Captain Marvel.

The crowd went wild, this was the public's favorite part in villain fights: when the hero triumphs over the villain and saves the day. "Come on, ma'am! Show us a flashy finish!" the older gentleman exclaimed.

"I told you so," Pietro said as he bumped Wanda's arm with his elbow.

Wanda shot a dirty look at her brother. "Oh, shut up," she said. She put her hand on Peter's shoulder who was still writing in his notebook. "Peter, it's about to finish. You're gonna wanna see this."

Peter's consciousness came reeling back into reality as he saw Captain Marvel floating in the sky. Her golden aura intensified as her hair stood straight up. Peter internally squealed as he knew what was coming, he quickly aimed his camera at the hero. It was Captain Marvel's signature move! The golden aura stopped being an aura and started to be the color of Captain Marvel's skin as her body stored energy. Her quirk: Binary Engine, allows her to store energy inside of her and release it at her will. She yelled out a battle cry and flexed her arms forward. "Binary Ignition!" A beam of golden energy erupted from her fists. If one were to ask the crowd what occurred that day, they would say that they felt the Earth shake beneath them as they saw the furious fiery energy hurdle itself towards the giant sand villain. With a loud scream of pain, the sand villain took the blast in his giant sandy chest. The extreme heat from the energy started to solidify the sand that it hit.

"No!" the villain roared, "I-I can't move!" With the invisible barrier now closed fully around the villain, the extreme heat from the binary blast went to work. The heat was trapped and had nowhere to go, just like the villain. The villain was quickly calcified in glass, unable to move. A statue to the victory of heroes, the sand villain was.

The crowd erupted in cheers and chants as Captain Marvel slowly descended back to the ground and the Invisible Woman followed suit. The heroes gave the all clear for the police to restrain the villain, a tall order given his size but the police always came prepared.

Peter, on the other hand, was feverishly writing in his notebook about the intricacies of what he saw of Captain Marvel's signature move. How much heat it truly produced being the main point of intrigue for him. "So for sand to turn into glass the sand has to be exposed to a temperature of 3,090 degrees Fahrenheit or 1,700 degrees Celsius which means that Captain Marvel's energy output is far greater than what I initially calculated for her maybe…"

"He really likes to write doesn't he?" the gentleman asked.

Wanda sighed with a tinge of embarrassment. "Yeah, he really does," she said. She then put on a big enthusiastic smile. "But, he's going to be the best hero of all time. I just know it."

"Wow, thanks, sis," said Pietro.

The old man let out a light chuckle as he saw the two siblings bicker and Peter mutter and write in his notebook.

"... and you also have to consider the possibility that with enough stored power she can become a walking sun and that would be devastating for villains but maybe she can also solve any future energy crisis that the world will face and-"

"Hey, kid." Peter felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see the old man standing next to him. "You don't let anybody tell you that you can't be a hero, alright? If somebody doesn't believe in you, prove them wrong. Think of heroism as the classic mask and spandex costumes, it doesn't matter who's behind the mask. Anybody can be a hero."

Peter felt the warmth and kindness of the old man's words. He flashed him a goofy grin. "Thank you, sir! I promise to become the world's greatest hero."

The old man returned with a big smile. "Excelsior, young man! Now go out there, and become the best hero that you can be!"

The trio thanked the gentleman for his time and walked up to the train platform as the police gave the all clear to enter the station. They got on their train and sat down. Peter glanced out the window and a small smile formed on his face. Across the river he saw the apple of his eye. Adorned with a stylistic "A" on its face, stood Avengers Tower, HQ of the Mighty Avengers, the most popular hero agency in the world. While Avengers Tower was the HQ for the agency, it was also a school, Avengers Academy, where teenagers learn to become heroes. The school only taught from sophomore year to senior year of high school. Apparently because there wasn't enough material for a full four years of hero education. "Hey, guys?" Peter called out to his friends.

Pietro and Wanda snapped out of their individual dazes from the painfully normal train ride and turned to their friend, his face plastered with an even bigger smile. "What's up, man?" Pietro asked.

"Let's apply to Avengers Academy," Peter said. "Let's be Avengers."

Wanda's face grew a soft smile. "Peter, you always say that," she pointed out, "We've been wanting to be Avengers since we were kids!'"

"I think he just forgets that we made that pact years ago," said Pietro, laughing as he did.

Peter turned to his left to face him. "No, I didn't forget! I just want to make sure," he said with a hint of anxiety in his voice. Peter's face went from cheerful to solemn. This usually happened to him after being excited about heroes and his dream to be one. Almost as if somebody completely different swapped places with him. He would go from raving about heroes and claiming he was going to be an Avenger one day one second, and then the next second he would become eerily quiet. His eyes would darken with sadness. His whole demeanor would shift. He became reclusive and antisocial. In his head he thought to himself, They'll be the ones going to AA… not me. There aren't any quirkless heroes in the first place, why would I be the exception?

Wanda noticed the drastic change in him. "Hey, hey, hey look at me," she urged him. Peter turned to look at Wanda, and felt her hand on his shoulder. Her gaze met his. "You are going to be the best hero ever, okay? It doesn't matter, okay? You're already my hero." She pointed to the red bandanna wrapped around her head as she said this. As Peter glanced at the accessory, he noticed how it wrapped down her cheek, under her chin, and was tied at the top of her head in a nice bow. Peter knew what she meant.

It's been five years and she still remembers. To him, helping her up and tying his bandana around her head to keep her jaw in place was just the normal thing to do when someone trips and falls on their chin in Physical Education class.

He shot her a small, but genuine smile and said, "Okay." Wanda shot a big smile back at him. As she did this his stomach became infested with butterflies and his face felt like it was lit aflame. He swore that he heard Pietro behind him groan and mutter, "Jeez, get a room."

After yet another painfully average walk, they finally made it to their destination: Midtown High. Midtown High was just another average year 9-12 public high school located in Forest Hills, New York. Moderate in size, but gigantic in population. The school had trouble with too many students and not enough teachers to teach them. Cramped classrooms didn't look good in the paper and it needed to be fixed. So to combat overpopulation and to promote transferring to other schools, there is a field trip to Avengers Tower for the freshman. If you want to tell kids to get out of your school, might as well tell them to be superheroes.

Unfortunately for Peter, the trio had to part ways for the time being since they all had separate homeroom classes. Peter sat in his classroom, and his gaze wandered around, looking at the 4x4 room that confined him. 25 desks filled the room in a semi-orderly fashion, Peter sitting near the back, which was unusual for him considering how studious he was. The floor was stained with age, under the coat of yellow was once a beautiful marble floor. The blackboard could never be truly cleaned as there were always remnants of past classes leaving their chalk footprint. Peter sighed and took a glance at the clock at the front of the class, however, he couldn't make out the time with his bare eyes. He sighed once again, reached into his bag, and took out a container. He opened them and groaned as he was reminded that his glasses were ugly. Bright red covered the frame and the circular lenses felt as if they were half the size of his head. He put on his glasses, and the world suddenly became much clearer. He glanced at the clock again and saw it say it was 8:00 AM, right on the dot.

He groaned and let gravity claim his head. It made a nice and loud "bump" as it hit the desk. Peter knew what was coming. He counted down from fifty. He always comes in at 8:01 AM. Throughout the years of being bullied, Peter picked up a thing or two about personal quirks. At exactly 8:01 AM, he walked through the classroom door. His black hair stood in a spiky fashion, he wore a black muscle shirt, and baggy dark blue jeans. He was laughing as he entered the classroom, as if someone had told him a hilarious joke. Peter quickly stood up a book on his desk and opened it, creating a makeshift barrier between himself and the rest of the world. He fumbled with his glasses as he tried so desperately to put them back into their case. He lowered his head, below the book barrier. He didn't want him to ruin today. It was supposed to be a happy day. He was going to Avengers Tower, he was going to see his heroes!

The world went silent and all Peter could hear was the sound of shoes hitting the floor, and it was getting closer. Peter silently whimpered. Why did he have to come after him today? Wasn't he tired of this? Making his life hell? The footsteps stopped right next to him. Oh no.

Pain.

That's all Peter could feel as his hair was being pulled back, forcing him to sit up straight. He felt every single strand of hair being unsuccessfully pulled from his scalp. He reluctantly opened his eyes, he had to face him now. All Peter saw was the black-haired kid smiling at him with a devious toothy smile.

"What do you want today, Flash?" Peter groaned, "Can you please let go of my hair?" Peter struggled as he grabbed the hand that had a fist full of his hair.

Flash gave a hearty laugh. "Aww, is Puny Parker all alone today? Is the quirkless wannabe sad that he can't have his friends save him?"

He hated when Flash said that. It just reminded Peter of his true nature, that he was just normal. He doesn't have the X-gene, he doesn't have a quirk, he isn't a mutant, he's just human. Peter focused all of his might into digging his nails into Flash's hand to make him let go. Suddenly, as he did that, Peter felt a gooey and slippery substance cover Flash's hand, Peter squeezed but Flash didn't let go. He only laughed.

"Oh Parker, did you piss off Venom?" he asked in a mocking tone. "Oh, is that right?" Flash said to no one in particular. Peter continued to thrash in pain as Flash kept his vice grip on his scalp. He felt like his hair was going to be pulled out, and his brain right with it. "Parker," Flash said, his voice deepened, "Did you try to hurt me?" At this point, his voice became deep and echoey, almost demonic, echoey, as if two people were speaking in unison.

Peter grunted as he continued to struggle. "Yeah, so what? Let me go, damn it!" He glanced up at Flash and saw that his neck and a portion of his face were covered in black goop. Peter's gaze then went to Flash's mouth, he was baring his teeth, but they were all razor sharp. Oh God, Peter thought.

He saw this before. This black goop. Flash pulled Peter closer to his face. He could practically smell him failing to brush his teeth properly that morning. "That wasn't very smart of you, Parker," Flash said.

"Christ, Flash! Just leave me alone!" Peter exclaimed. Peter then curled his free hand into a fist and swung it at Flash. Momentum was stopped as Peter's arm was caught, not by Flash's arm, but a mouth, a mouth with sharp teeth. It wasn't Flash's mouth, but it was the black goop's. It was a macabre sight to say the least. The mouth shot itself from Flash's abdomen and latched on to Peter's fist. Peter didn't feel any pain, however, but he did feel the sharp teeth prick his wrist as it held it in place.

"Oh, Venom. You always know how to make me proud," Flash said with a small chuckle. "Oh, that's right! I didn't feed you today, did I?" Peter's eyes widened in horror. Flash gave a sinister smile. "Go wild."

Peter shut his eyes as the word went into slow motion. Was Flash serious?! Was he going to let Venom devour his hand?! He could get suspended! Expelled even! He'd be charged with assault and battery and be tried as an adult! This is what perplexed Peter about Flash, he had great grades, was the school's star quarterback, but he always did reckless activities that could have the potential of ruining his life. Even from a young age he was like this. Peter felt the terrifying mouth start to close on his fist, it was slow as if it was taunting him. As if it was letting his host enjoy the scene play out in front of him. He snapped back in reality, his gaze darted across the room, looking for someone, anyone to help him. His heart sunk as he saw the cruel reality; others had arrived by that time and they were all in their own groups, their own cliques, and they were watching the events unfold. They all just intently stared at the scene. No one dared make a move. Would anyone stand up and intervene? Peter closed his eyes, and braced for the pain that was to come.

It happened. Peter felt the teeth rip and tear into his skin. He tried letting out a scream but more black goop shot out of Flash's chest and onto his mouth, which muffled Peter's scream for help. The mouth kept slowly clamping down, it wasn't long until it was going to hit Peter's bone. Peter started to hyperventilate. His chest rose and fell. Rose and fell. Over and over again. As he saw what was happening to his hand his mind raced. Why him? Why today? Today was supposed to be a good day. Why? Why? Why? Peter felt the sharp teeth graze the top of his carpal bone. He closed his eyes and whimpered.

"That's enough!" A voice pierced the unsettling air like a bullet.

Peter glanced towards where the voice was shouted from, and there he saw Wanda and Pietro. Pietro had his hand on Flash's shoulder, grasping it with an iron grip, and Wanda stood near Peter, grabbing his arm and pulling it out of the jaws of the beast. Peter looked at her eyes, her pupils were glowing a bright red. She looked at the lacerations on his wrist with a deep and sad look. She took in a deep breath and put her free hand over the wounds, and then the magic started. Red energy started to flow out of her hand and into Peter's wounds. When the red energy entered the wounds, Peter felt an extreme warmth run up his arm. It felt odd, but it wasn't strange to him; he had felt this many times before. When Wanda first got her quirk five years ago, she'd been the person to heal Peter's scars and bruises he sustained from his run-ins with Flash. The reason why Uncle Ben and Aunt May didn't know how bad Peter really had it was thanks to Wanda's quirk. He looked down in embarrassment, he could already tell that she was worried about him. The day had just started and Peter was already hurt.

"You got a death wish, Maximoff?" Flash growled.

"Leave him alone, Thompson," Pietro demanded. Peter looked at the two feuding teens. To him, it was as if two forces of nature collided. Pietro, a benevolent mountain standing tall no matter the condition, and Flash, a ravaging tornado destroying everything in its path. Two titans facing off against each other, and it's all because of a quirkless boy.

Flash scoffed and all of the black goop retreated back into his body, out of sight. He looked directly into Peter's eyes. "You're lucky your body guards came to rescue you, wallcrawler," he said. He then went and sat in his seat at the other side of the room.

"Alright kids," Peter's teacher, Mr. Harrington said, "As you all know, today is the field trip to Avengers Tower." Mr. Harrington was always an odd fellow, even in this world of superpowers. He was a tall lanky man, with brown hair and a bushy beard and moustache. Just by looking at him you can tell that he was a nerd in his youth. He wore brown suits to class, always had a neat tie on, and wore black dress pants. On his desk one could find memorabilia of the wonderful world of science. Globes, a model of the solar system, a Newton's cradle, a map of the periodic table, etc. Peter liked Mr. Harrington; the appreciated his love of science, and even though Mr. Harrington gave the aura of a man who has been punched in the face one-too-many times, Peter related hard.

"Just so you all know, two students from different classes have requested to join ours for today." Peter then took a glance at Pietro and Wanda who were sitting to the left and right of him respectively. As Peter looked at her, Wanda proudly showed him a small doodle of Flash being punched in the face by the Hulk. Peter smiled at the rough sketch. No matter how bad he felt, she could always make him laugh.

Peter's gaze trailed back to his notebook in front of him. This was Peter's Quirk Analysis book. It was open. The name Wanda Maximoff was written in the title section with neat handwriting. A picture of her was clipped on by a paper clip. Peter smiled at the photo he had taken last summer when they visited the planetarium. Her pose was odd, but unique. She had her fingertips touch one another, her legs spread and bent, her torso bent forward, and a big toothy smile plastered on her face as if she was saying, "Come at me, ya scoundrels!" She stood in front of a model of the planet Saturn. A small grin created itself on Peter's face; that was a fun time for him.

Beside her picture were the words, "Quirk: Hex," and below that were notes. Peter read these notes every so often. They were notes on Wanda's Quirk. He came up with the name himself after seeing it in action so many times. Hex was one mystery of a power as it just showed up one day. For years people thought that Wanda was quirkless, until one day when she saved Peter from being Flash's punching bag for the day. The memory flew through Peter's mind like a bird through the sky. He remembered being pinned up to a tree, gazing into Flash's eyes, which were filled with murderous intent. The next thing he remembered was Flash being lifted in the air by a mysterious red glow, and then seeing Wanda glowing with that same redness. This didn't stop the bullying for her, however. Before she was being bullied for being a foreign quirkless girl, now she was being bullied for being a foriegn freak who got her quirk late.

Peter had spent hours studying Wanda's quirk. There was one conclusion that he came about, Hex was a sort of probability manipulation, similar to Dr. Strange's quirk: Mystic Arts. Her power could bend the fabric of probability in her favor. He theorized she can probably cause a gun to backfire just by looking at it, but he'd rather not test it. She can also shoot out red energy bolts as projectiles, they don't hurt much, but it still was a force of concussive energy. Her quirk also allowed her to "heal" people, however, this was contested by Peter. The only thing she had done to heal him was close his wounds; he still felt sore and achy afterwards. Maybe since she doesn't know the intricate details of the human body, she doesn't know how to heal someone fully, or maybe she was just scared of screwing it up. In the end, Hex was an amazing quirk in Peter's eyes. He couldn't wait to see her become a hero one day.

He turned the page and came across Pietro's entry. His picture was a one-in-a-million shot that Peter took at one of Pietro's soccer games during Physical Education class. Pietro's pose was simply art, his left leg outstretched after kicking the ball, his right arm crossing his body as his left arm is outstretched, keeping him balanced, and all the while a big goofy smile that screamed, "Yeah, I'm the best!" Peter remembered how much he and Wanda were cheering for him that day. In the end, Pietro's team won and got bragging rights for a whole year.

Like Wanda's entry, next to Pietro's picture was the name of his quirk: Superspeed. It was fairly self explanatory, Pietro's quirk allowed him to move at superhuman levels. He could outrun any car, train, plane… Well, maybe not a plane, Peter thought to himself. However, his quirk also granted him enhanced metabolism. Pietro was always fit, any scrape or bruise would be gone within minutes, and he had to eat a lot to keep up. Pietro always wanted to be a hero, and his quirk locked in his future to be one of the greatest heroes of all time.

Peter's smile turned into a frown as he turned to the next page. The name in the title box was Eugene "Flash" Thompson, and below that were the words "Quirk: Symbiote." Flash's quirk was the scariest of them all, it was a living organism that was bonded to Flash's body. Its base form was a black goop that would cover Flash if it felt like it or Flash was being threatened. In reality, the symbiote was always on Flash. It was Flash, and Flash was it. It also gave itself a name: Venom. Venom can form any weapon from itself, be an impenetrable shield for Flash, and can enhance Flash's strength fivefold. Flash and Venom were one and the same, they talked to each other, and they looked out for each other. Sometimes Peter would see Flash mumbling to himself, when in actuality he was having a conversation with Venom.

However, Flash wasn't the only person in the world with a symbiote. Symbiotes were a quirk that arrived late to the scene as they've only been around for the past 80 years or so. Nobody knew where the symbiote quirk came from, and some even theorized they were a failed experiment caused by the Weapon program that was never properly disposed of. Unfortunately for people with symbiotes, there was a dangerous stereotype connected to them: cannibalism. It's no secret that people with symbiotes need to have a larger intake of food since they're effectively eating for two, so naturally rumors started to spread about people with the symbiote quirk. This stereotype was derived from one entity, a villain named Carnage.

The only symbiote that was able to leave its host and live on its own was one of the most dangerous villains alive. Its original host was a serial killer called Cleetus Cassidy, a cannibal with over 30 confirmed murders, most of them women and children. Cassidy was as messed up as a human could get. He truly believed that human life was meaningless, and he was doing his victims a favor by murdering them. Cleetus Cassidy's religion was murder and cannibalism, and the symbiote believed as well. Eventually, the symbiote grew tired of Cassidy, and murdered him. Police found the gruesome corpse of Cassidy strung about the apartment, but Carnage was nowhere in sight. It escaped and bonded with a new host; It would continue this cycle for the next 26 years.

"Hey, uh, Pete?"

A voice pulled Peter out of his day dreaming, he looked around the room to see all the desks empty and Wanda and Pietro at the doorway of the classroom. Peter's face turned red in embarrassment.

"Oh, sorry!" he exclaimed as he gathered his belongings and joined the duo.

At 200 Park Ave. in New York City sits a skyscraper unlike any other. It was a business center, R&D center, a laboratory, a Hero HQ, and an academy for young heroes-in-training. Adorned with a stylized "A", Avengers Tower stands as a beacon of heroism. Peter Parker muttered these words to himself as he found himself standing outside the front door. He had so many questions to ask, but one stood out amongst all the others. A question he's had since he could talk. A question on that day he would finally have answered.

As he stood in front of the building in a daze, Wanda and Pietro stood by his side, they both gave him a big smile. "Avengers Assemble?" Wanda asked them.

Pietro nodded. Peter looked Wanda in the eyes, and smiled as well. "Avengers Assemble."

"Boss, there's an emergency at Central Park. Reports say that Carnage has been spotted and is on the run."

"Any heroes on patrol near there?"

"Negative, boss."

"What about Carol?"

"Captain Marvel is currently with the Invisible Woman, they're at the Raft making sure the villain they captured earlier is in proper custody."

"... So you're saying that I-"

"Boss, get off your ass and be a hero."

"I don't remember programming you with a potty mouth, Friday."

"And I don't remember asking for your opinion. The suit is at 100%."

"How long will the charge last this time?"

"About two and a half hours, boss."

"Heh, plenty of time."

The shutters to the darkened room opened, revealing the city down below. A man clad in red and yellow armor walks out onto a balcony.

"Time to be Iron Man."

Hey everyone! This is my new project that I've been working on for a while! This story is based off of the incredible My Marvel Academia fanart from deviantart user ducklordethan, I grew obsessed with the art and I wanted to try my own spin on it. I will be trying my best to stay as close to the canon that the fanart presents but I will be taking some liberties here and there. Also the characters in the Avengers category so doesn't have all the characters in the story so that makes me a little annoyed lol

Anyway! I hope you like it! Let this be a new adventure and I can't wait to show you more of what I have instore.