So, I know that I technically finished the story but here is a quick little bonus chapter. Enjoy! Also, In the middle of one of the sentences there's a little author's note and if any of you guys don't know what it is, then I'm disowning you. Peace;)
February 2015
"Your mission is to watch over Peter Parker. Supposedly he got bit by a radioactive spider at a field trip a couple months ago and now he's like a spider-boy or something."
I glanced down at the picture before looking at Stark in disbelief, "No way! You are telling that Peter Parker is the Spiderman on youtube? That's not possible, he's some short, skinny kid with glasses not some tall, extremely hot person with perfectly good eyesight and is constantly saving his city."
"Well, you better believe it and you don't get to say no to this (No, No Say no to this) mission. We're doing this for you, Belles we can't lose you again."
"Fine, when do I start?"
"Today, your first class is at 8:30. Your schedule matches his and you take your pick of the cars in the garage."
"8:30! Tony! Tony!" I sighed and followed him up the stairs, through the door, and into my closet.
He shut me one last smile and left me to get ready for my first day at a real school.
The second Tony shut the door, I raced over to my athroom and hopped in the showe. It was probably the fastest I have ever shaved my legs in my life. I made sure the water was ice cold, so that I wouldnt want to stand in it longer. As soon as I was out, I quickly brushed through my hair and put it in braids before shoving my toothbrush in my mouth and rushing back into my closet to find and outfit.
In the 5 minutes I looked, I completely trashed my closet before I called Wanda and my Aunt Nat to come help. While they looked, I grabbed my books and binders from the counter and shoved them in a backpack before making myself a latte. Upon reentering my room, the girls quickly stripped me of my clothes and replaced them with whatever they picked out and redid my hair. Once they believed I was ready, the three of us got in the elevator and went down to the garage where Nat grabbed a set of keys from the rack on the wall and threw my bag in the passenger seat of a white jeep.
After starting the car and putting my coffee in the cupholder, I turned to my girls, "Thank you, guys, so much."
Wanda gave me a warm smile and Natasha handed me an earpiece, "Put this on. I know you're only going to school, but we need you alive. Your glasses are a more restricted version of the Edith you and Stark made a couple years ago and will act as a camera as well. After school, you come straight back here because you and Stark are remaking your suit so that you can go help Peter out on the field. But, just in case your jewelry is holding your original suit, but do not use it unless there is an actual emergency in which Peter doesn't step in. Ok?"
"Ok. Love you guys."
"Love you, too." They corrused back.
I jumped in the car and sped away, watching them in my rearview mirror. I got like 6 blocks away from the tower before realising that I had no idea where I was going. "Edith?"
"Yes, miss?"
"Can you tell me how to get to the school?"
"Yes, miss. Mr. Stark put the address in the car, so if you hit the flight button you should arrive in the next 5-7 minutes."
"Thank you. And, um, Edith why am I so nervous? I mean, like, I'm a genius secret agent that's been in worse situations since I was 9. Oh my god, I'm freaking out. I'm talking to a pair of glasses and I'm freaking out."
"You'll be fine. It's just a new situation, would you like me to call Mr. Stark?"
"Y-yes please." As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard the line ring for barely even half a second. "Tony."
"Belles, what's wrong?"
"I-i don't think I can do this."
"Pull over, it's not safe to be driving like this." I did as he said and began ringing my hands out, "Okay, you can do this. It's no worse than anything else you have ever done, besides what are you even worrying about? You're gonna be the fastest, strongest, smartest, prettiest person in that school. Plus, you're outgoing so you'll make friends and fit in soon enough. Okay? You are going to be okay?"
"Okay. Thank you, Tony."
"Always, now go. You're gonna be late. And call me if you need anything."
"I will." The line went dead and I took another deep breath before pulling back onto the road. I turned my music up and most definitely started speeding and singing towards the school. I was vibin and didn't even realise that I had pulled up to the school. As I parked and grabbed my stuff out of the car, I was vaguely aware of everyone staring. It made sense since I was the new kid, but I kept Tony's words in mind as I walked across the lot and up the stairs. I made my way to the office and continued to ignore the whispers and looks directed towards me. Once I got my schedule and locker assignment from the overly nice office lady, I went to go and try to find my locker. My attempts were quickly squashed when I ran into somebody and dropped all of my papers and textbooks. I landed on my butt, but quickly got up and began to pick up my stuff with the help of whoever I ran into. "Oh my god, I am so sorry! I'm such a clutz and I'm a little lost. I'm really sorry, I should've watched where I was going."
"No, no. I-it's totally my fault." Once all of the papers were in my hands I finally looked up at who had helped me. And the eyes that met mine were ones I would never forget, Peter Parker. Bingo. "Are you new here?"
He was so nervous, it was absolutely adorable, "Yeah, I am. Um, I'm Isabella."
I stuck my hand out and he shook it, "Peter, it's nice to meet you."
"You, too. Uh, do you think you could help me? I've homeschooled my entire life and haven't actually used a locker." Lie. I have a locker at every S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and helicarrier and then one on the quinjet and in the Stark Tower gym. "And, plus, I have no idea where I'm going." I giggled a bit and plastered my award winning, flirty smile on my face.
He fell in my trap and smiled back, "Yeah, of course. Here let me see where your locker is and what your schedule is, so maybe I can show you around." I handed him my papers and we began to walk, "No way, your locker is next to mine and we have all of the same classes."
"What, no way."
"Yes, way. Here your locker is over here." He pulled me over and gave me exact instructions on how to open my locker and what I needed to bring to our first class: English.
As he began to get his stuff out of his locker, I decided to strike up a bit of small talk, "So, what's it like around here? I mean, like, do you guys have sports or clubs or anything?"
"Uh, yeah. I'm in band and the decathlon team, but we also have a dance team and common sports like football."
We had begun to walk and he sounded a bit sad when he mentioned football, but I get it. I probably couldn't go join the dance or volleyball team since I was trained by Russian spies and have the strength of Cap. But, I have a cover to keep so more questions. Yay! "Why don't you play any sports? You definitely could." I giggled once more and bumped his shoulder.
He gave a nervous laugh in response, but otherwise ignored my question. "What about you? Do you play sports or anything?"
Oh, shit! How do I answer that? "Oh, yeah. Uhm, I've done dance and gymnastics since I was little and know I teach them" Not a total lie. I train new recruits for S.H.I.E.L.D. and I just got a job at a dance and gymnastics center (that I haven't actually started yet). "And then I like to code and build things, I play a bunch of instruments and sing, and my uncle is super into fitness so he makes me workout with him and stuff."
"Wow, you're a busy person." Before I could say anything else, we arrived at the classroom and someone was waving Peter over.
"Peter! Peter!"
We glanced over and Peter sighed, "That's my best friend Ned. Here, you can come sit with us and I'll introduce you." I nodded and as we made our way to the line of desks across the back wall, I felt the eyes of every student following me and I impulsively grabbed Peter's hand. He jumped a bit, but squeezed back and whispered in my ear, "It's gonna be okay, just ignore them." I nodded again and released his hand.
I could tell that this mission was going to be harder than I initially thought. Peter's just so nice and nervous, and I didn't know if I would be able to tell him the truth about me if it came to that. But, like when I first met Wanda and Pietro, I knew that I would already give my life for him and that he was most definitely going to get me in trouble so without thinking I switched off my earpiece and told E.D.I.T.H. to shut down the camera.
And so, hell began.