(Based of the Ultimate Spider-Man Universe.)

I tuck my hair back into a bun and press myself further into the small, plastic chair.

I'm getting tired of this. Everything is so predictable here. Bell rings, go to class, sit, bell rings, go to class, sit...

It's what is necessary.

Yeah, but it's to the point that I'm almost glad that villains are beginning to tie this school to Spiderman. At least then something new happens each week.

Zoey, you can't mean that. Do you know the students that could get hurt?

Her point brings me to silence. So, obviously, I pull out my phone to begin my morning routine of scrolling through whatever social media platform seems interesting today. However, I end up retreating to YouTube and putting my headphones on.

Oh, the hard decisions of this generation. Rock music, or classical?

Why not more of that nightcore stuff?

I glance to my bag with a glare.

I have to do math homework...

Rock, then.

I set the playlist off, pull out the red folder, wield my pencil, and set to work on the review parts of the packet.

Sometime during Green Day's section, there comes a knock on the table I'm sitting at. The scent of male thankfully slides across the table instead of hitting me full on. I pull the headphones down around my neck and look up to whoever this is.

People normally leave me alone, after all, I'm the weird, quiet girl with the green hair.

Not weird, different, and very nice.

He seems to be an exception. At least, he's an exception for as long as I have what he wants.

"Uh, hi." He glances back to a table with three more people, "Would you mind helping me out?" It's not until I look at his face that I can feel my stomach spin.

What was it I told Fury? Oh yeah, putting them here would mean they would eventually run into me. He dismissed it. Now, what's happening now? Nova is talking to me.

Nova.

Deep breath, he won't notice. Ava is the only one who double checks the list.

Hopefully.

I pause my music and glance back to the table, recognizing the other three out of the group. And I know Parker sits with Harry Osborn and Mary Watson.

"What is it?" Despite wanting to sound stern, it sounds like I stood out of a hot tub and went into the snow. My pencil shakes slightly while my knuckles turn white.

Relax your hand.

"You're working through the homework packet for the weekend, and you don't seem to be struggling..." He rubs his arm, "I need help on it." Those five words make him loose a lot of his "cool" that he was trying to keep.

"I do believe I recognize Ava at your table, I'm sure she'd be better at helping you than I am." I nod to the White Tiger, hoping that'd be enough to deter him. But he pales instead and looks down. I lean back in my seat. "But you don't want her to make fun of you, so you came to someone you've never met before."

A nod from the weakening tower.

"Sit down." The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, "How much of the paper have you done so far?"

"Uhh..." He slowly pulls out the packet, "Well..." A quick glance over it makes me pause, and look again.

"Not even the division part?" I can't seem to tear my eyes away from the blank page.

"Look, I didn't exactly have to best teachers as a kid." He huffs, starting to stand back up as he grabs his papers. "I'll just fail it."

"Sit back down. We have a lot of work to cover in the next-" I look to the clock, "-Fifteen minutes." He plops back down fast enough to break some sort of record.

We have a lot of work to cover.

---------------------------------------------------

Ten minutes left in last period. The teacher isn't teaching anymore, she knows that nobody here would listen to it.

I share this period with Iron Fist, or Daniel Rand, I guess I should call him. He's currently in the seat behind mine with his eyes closed, most likely exercising some sort of zen thing. We've never spoken to each other before, and I am perfectly fine with that.

Sam and Peter are the easy ones. It's Ava, Luke, and Danny that I have my worries about.

Agreed.

I look up to the clock again.

Nine minutes.

Everyone is on their phones, but I'm too lazy to get mine out of my backpack. All the homework for this class is done too, so I can't look at that to pass time. My laptop is at my house. My phone only has maybe 3% left...

Still nine minutes.

This'll take forever.

No, it won't.

I groan and cross my arms on my desk, letting my head fall onto them with a small thud.

"It seems to me like there is a heavy weight upon your soul." The voice comes out of nowhere, but I still know who it belongs to.

"Uh, yeah. I guess you could say that." I mumble back without lifting my head.

Maybe I'll look like I don't want to talk about it, and if I pull enough negativity towards him he'll leave me alone. Right?

Seems like maybe half a plan?

Oh, shush you.

"It isn't Sam's math paper, is it?" I turn in my seat to face Daniel, his eyes are still closed. If I hadn't heard him talking I would've assumed he had become a statue of some sorts.

"No, it wasn't Sam's math." I pause for a second, "I wasn't aware that you saw any of that." I knew Sam didn't want his friends to know he needed help, but if I didn't tell him...

"He doesn't normally leave the table." He comments and opens his eyes, his posture relaxed as he looks at me. "Thank you for helping him."

       "Yeah..." I nod while I turn back around, "Anytime."

Three minutes.

Well, at least that passed most of the time.

It isn't until my mind goes blank that I smell it. Immediately, I stand up and look at the vent, needing to make sure.

I am.

Since I'm normally the quiet kid, my sudden stance got the attention of the room. Being put in the spotlight makes me shrink back.

   "Ma'am, I think we need to get out of here." Somehow, I'm speaking steadily, but I'm met with laughter and a few cheers. "No, seriously guys, don't you smell that?"

Silence. Even from the teacher.

She hasn't even looked up from her book.

Wait... She hasn't even turned the page in a while, or blinked for that matter...

And I can't pick up her scent.

Making sure to step carefully, I move between the desks until I'm up at the large oak desk. I knock on it.

Still no movement.

"Ms.-" I'm cut off by the door to the classroom opening.

"Alright!" The guy groans, looking at me with a glare. "But this could've been done much easier." Before I'm able to process what's happening, something hits me square between the shoulder blades.

My vision blurs as I stagger forwards.

Sedative. Needle. Open window.

Don't go down.

Let me help-

You said we aren't stable enough yet!

I remind her while the guy catches me to keep me from falling out into the hallway.

   "I got ya." He mumbles while he sighs again, but his guard is down. I shove back and reach back to pull the needle out.

    "I think not." I growl while pushing back towards the rear of the classroom.

My classmates lay scattered around, some in the floor and some still in their seats. I get to the back to find Danny still conscious, but not quite as much as I am.

My metabolism will only get me so far, I need to get out of this room.

We may be unstable, but not without resources. Use the desks.

"Who are they?" Danny slurs as he leans against the back wall. I knock over desks to form a small barricade before replying, ending up taking another one into my knee before getting it together. I manage a few peeks to try and decipher where they're all coming from.

   "Good question, I'll ask whenever we have tea later." Sarcasm drips from my words while my brain speeds up again.

I peek my head over the desks to see the man aiming a needle gun at me. The trigger is pulled before I can duck down again, and I pulling another needle out of my neck. My breathing becomes hard for a second as I toss it aside.

    "So, who are you again?" I call over the desk as I look around for my bag, "And what's the deal with the needles?"

While in human form, I'm too slow to be able to take them on for much longer. Not only that, I won't be agile enough to dodge everything thrown at me.

I know, so let-

    "Will you just pass out already?" The grumble is far closer than I thought he was. I roll to the side just in time for the needle to clink against the tile.

He has me cornered, and there's no way Danny will-

- I actually think he's passed out now so there goes that.

Following the instinct, I lunge myself towards him and tackle him down. Other guns fire off and their ammo pins into the wall as we fall over each other. His weapon slides along the ground.

Get it!

I scramble off of him after making sure to kick him where it counts, hopefully slowing him down enough to reach the sedatives. My fingers brush it whenever a hand grabs my ankle and slides me back down.

   "That hurt." He snaps before injecting me with...

... a very...

... very...

... strong sleepy sleepy night night time.

The world fuzzies before my head bangs against the tile, my eyelids so heavy that I can't even manage to blink them open.

   "Alright, lets get this place cleaned up! Next period comes in forty-five minutes!"