Stark And The Spider

New School

My dad has been homeschooling me for the past nine years, everything I needed to know, and everything I was interested in. Most of the subjects were taught by my dad, like math, English, geography, computer science, and science (sometimes with the help of Bruce Banner). History was usually taught by Steve and Bucky, and Natasha taught me combat for my gym. I was self taught in the arts.

"S'okay. You probably need sleep more than you need education. You're already top of the game." My dad laughed as I plopped down next to him on the couch. "Go get ready for the day, then we need to talk."

"That sounds ominous."

He laughs then lightly pushes my back, making me stand up. "Go get ready."

I pass Thor on my way back to my room, "daughter of Tony! What has happened to your hair?" He gasps in the most serious expression before breaking out into laughter.

Thor visits from time to time, occasionally, but most of the time he's up and adventuring in space, looking for infinity stones, (whatever those are) and preventing Ragnorok

"Ha, ha, very funny." This isn't the first time my hair has been made fun of by a god. Like I said, the Avengers are my family. Thor is like my big brother. My big, annoying, brother. "My home made muffins are beside the fridge."

His grin doubles, "Excellent!"

"Just kidding!" I say, laughing as I run down the hall to my room.

I get there, out of breath, and quickly shut the door behind me, my back pressing against it. "Is he there?" I say in between gasps for air and laughs.

"No." Thursday replies.

"Good."

I step into my walk in closet, and pull out a navy blue undershirt, fitted black yoga capris, and a purplish-pink and white plaid button up shirt.

I brush my teeth, then brush most of my hair, making it look presentable, and pull it back into a casual pony tail.

"Thursday, do you have any idea what dad was talking about?"

"Friday said not to tell."

"Thursday..."

"No. I'm not supposed to tell."

"Since when do we do what we're supposed to?"

"No."

"Fine. Whatever."

I walk back to the living room, to find my father on the phone.

"So she's registered? Under Johnson, correct? Good. She will start tomorrow. Yes, on a Tuesday. Yes, I'm aware it's already October. She'll be fine. I have to go. Yes. Goodbye." My dad hangs up and turns to face me. "Hey, kiddo."

"So what's the talk? Am I in trouble? What were you talking about on the phone?"

"Alright, sit down." My father and I sit on the couch, facing each other in silence.

"So..." I begin.

"So..." He continues, "you haven't exactly had a normal life."

"No sh*t, Sherlock."

My father takes a deep sigh, rolling his eyes.

 "Steve doesn't like that type of language." Natasha says as her and Steve walk by.

"One f**king time..." He mutters.

"Language!" My dad and I call in a mocking tone.

Dad clears his throat, "anyways, so I was thinking, since you're already so ahead it doesn't matter too much if you're being taught by the best of the best," he says, placing his hand on his chest, "so I thought it would be a good idea for you to have a chance to go to a normal school. In Queens. Midtown School of Science and Technology. Would that be okay?"

I sit up straighter, my eyes widen, "for real? Like with no guards? Seriously?!" I'm bouncing from excitement, "awesome! and it's a science school. A science tech school!"

"Well, yes, but you wouldn't be able to tell anyone you are my daughter. You'll be going by (Y/n) Johnson."

My grin doubles, "deal!" My smile wavers quickly, "but will that be safe? It's pretty far away..."

"Well, yes. Happy will be driving you to and from school everyday. It's far enough away from the Avengers that no one will suspect anything, and you'll be out of danger seeing as we're the main target, but it's not in a town with no superheroes either."

I cocked my head to the side, "what super heroes do they have?"

My dad smiles, "oh, y'know, just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."