"We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control" 
- Pink Floyd

  'Can you come over ? I need to talk to you about something.' 

  As he jumped from roof to roof, Peter couldn't help but worry about the text Harper had sent him, late at night. It was about ten p.m. when he landed on her balcony and waited for her to open the door. He was both stressed out by that text and impatient to see his girlfriend. When she opened the door, she quickly lifted up his mask and kissed him right away. He answered the kiss as he pulled he closer to him. He wasn't stressing over that text anymore.

 "Quick," she said. "And be quiet."

  She closed the door behind him and told him sit next to her on her bed. Peter feared Stark would find out about his sneaking in a little bit too frequently.

  "I managed to trick the camera systems for a while," she said as if she was guessing his thoughts. "They're playing on a loop and I've got some time before he figures it out."

  "I really need to get use to you being in my head," Peter laughed.

  A smile appeared on Harper's lips.

  "So, what did you want to talk about ?"

  "My parents and the others have news about that bunker," she explained. "They wanna do what they did to me to actual adults."

  "And who are they ?"

  "I don't know and that's my issue. Peter, I think my dad's keeping the truth from me and I don't know why either."

  "And you don't want to be left behind."

  It wasn't a question : Peter was starting to understand Harper and her character. She was literally on fire when it came to knowing the truth. She bit her nails before he held her against him.

  "I'll see if I hear anything," he promised. "But Mr Stark won't trust me enough to tell me something that's so important."

  "That's not what I wanted to ask," she said.

  "Then what ?"

  Peter was confused and even more worried. To the look on Harper's face, he could tell he wouldn't like his idea, and that the Avengers would like it even less.

  "Don't look at me like that !" Harper cried. "My idea is not that bad..."

  "Listen, I can't read minds, so if you could help me understand..."

  "I can't read minds on command, or at least not yet. I would've known the truth right away if I could do that. Anyway, what I'm asking is simple. I'm training with Clint tomorrow. I got up last night so I could practice shooting one more time and I can still shoot arrows pretty well."

  "You can use a bow ?"

  "Clint taught me when I was a kid because I missed Dad. What I mean is that I'll be ready. All I have to do is steal the bunker's location and we can go."

  "We as in you and me ?"

  "Yeah, why not ?"

  "Don't you think it might be too dangerous ?"

  "Yes but it's the only way. They took four pregnant woman," she begged. "What are they gonna do next ? Take away babies ? I...I cant let that happen. I can't let them hurt any more people. If you're in, we're leaving tomorrow, in the middle of class so we can get a head start. I you're out... I'm still going."

  Peter looked right into Harper's beautiful eyes.

  "I'm in," he finally said.

  He couldn't let her leave on her own and he knew perfectly there was no way she'd change her mind. Harper was both terrified and outraged by what those people were doing. It was all set : they were leaving the next day.

***

  "Alright. You remember how to stand ?" Clint asked gruffly.

  "Like this, boss !" she joked as she showed him off her perfect position.

  "Very good. Now, take and arrow and shoot."

  She didn't wait long and shot her arrow barely one inch from the centre of the target. 

  "Not bad," Clint congratulated her. "You're good with still targets but I want to see how you deal with moving targets. Try not to hit me, got it ?"

  She nodded as Clint started moving around the room. He was carrying a human shape target and every single one of Harper's arrows hit it.

  "Looks like you learned with a great teacher so I'm not gonna take any more of your time on that. Where do you stand when it comes to hand-to-hand combat ?"

  "I can kick in the right places."

  She shrugged as Clint started laughing.

  "I'm afraid it's not enough," he noted. "You have to learn to protect and defend yourself, it's the most important part of fighting. Always protect your face, got it ? One kick in the stomach will hurt you but a hit to the face will know you out. Got it ?"

  "Got it."

  For two hours, Clint taught her some easy but efficient ways to knock someone out and not to get knocked out. Harper was focused, quiet and she was working twice as hard as usual. When they stopped training so that Harper could take a shower, she wiped her forehead and let out a long breath, trying to remember everything she had just learned about, trying to absorb that knowledge like a sponge.

  "Everything okay ?"

  "Yeah."

  She decided to go for it.

  "Hey, I was wondering... Where's that bunker anyway ?"

  Her casual and oblivious look drew Clint's attention.

  "I don't know," he answered. "Cap and Bucky didn't tell me."

  'Liar,' she thought. He might not have said it out loud, but his inner voice had said it for him.

  "Why do you ask ?"

  "No reason. I was just wondering where Smith came from, whether it was worth it to come all the way to New York just so he could...well, you know. Die."

  "One thing's for sure : it wasn't worth it because we beat the shit out of him," Clint said. "But I know you, Harper. Don't do anything stupid, all right ?"

  "You know me, Clint, I never do stupid things."

  She then got back to her room to get some clothes with only one thing on her mind : Ruffle Bar. The small island, located in Jamaïca Bay, wouldn't be that hard to reach from Queens, let alone from Brooklyn. She didn't know which way they would go but she knew she was determined to find this bunker. It was so close to her she almost didn't believe it. She hid her bow and in her closet as well as a bag full of ammo she had managed to take over night. She closed her closet and once she got to school, she felt relieved : she'd managed to fool all of them.