Around midnight, the train came to a full stop, finally having arrived at its destiny. Eager to get out, every passenger immediately got out of their seats and exited the cramped space the moment the doors opened, everyone except one.

Peter was still half siting half laying in his seat deep asleep, now looking much warmer than before. When everybody had left the train, Clint went to Peter and gently shook him awake.

"Kid, time to wake up"

Peter waked up slowly and groggy, having interrupted his cycle of sleep. "We're here, it's time to go" he heard a voice saying

Clint watched as Peter slowly open his eyes, clearly not fully awake, before the child slowly lift himself from his seat letting the blanket fall off his body

"No, don't take it off, it's cold outside" Clint said wrapping the blanket around the boy again "come on, the car is waiting outside" he said as the kid slowly began moving with a hand securing the blanket, so it doesn't fall.

Clint guided the kid, out of the thankfully empty station, since it was common for some people wanting to take a look at the kids who got selected each year. But it seemed that the news of a late arrival had not been made public. If it, had it would complicate the process since Clint bet that Peter at this moment wasn't even aware of his current situation, still half asleep and another crowd of people although a lot peaceful would surely awake him up of this trance.

Finally arriving outside, the cold hit them in the face, Clint being unfazed by it, used to this weather, but Peter instantly wrapped the blanket tighter as to trap the heat inside. The agent quickly spotted the academy car waiting for them, hurrying peter into the back seat, before he entered himself

"What took you so long" the driver grumbled, clearly not happy for having to pick them up at these hours.

"Sorry, the kid is kind of sluggish" Barton respond chuckling to the annoyed driver.

The man didn't say anything else, choosing to ignore his passengers in favor of driving in silence, wanting to go to bed the sooner possible.

Once again Clint took out his phone trying to get his work done in advance since it would take a while to get to the academy, and unlike Peter who had fallen back asleep with his head resting against the window, Clint couldn't do that.

A few emails later and they finally pull over the big build that house the 'academy', as they would like to call it, for all the select students. Not wanting to upset the driver even more, the official quickly gets out of the car going around the car to repeat his action once again from the train, making the kid grumble at someone interrupting his sleep for the second time of the day.

Normally upon arrival all the students would have some formalities to complete, but looking at his situation and time, Peter's check in process would have to be postponed to the morning. Clint dragged the half-asleep teen to the empty corridors of the building, crossing some people that were patrolling the hallways before reaching to the door that led to the kid's room.

Opening, the boy immediately walked in the direction of the bed thankfully taking out his worn-out shoes before laying on top of the covers covering himself with his train blanket, falling asleep immediately.

It pained Clint to see the kid sleeping on top of the bed in his dirty clothes or rather rags but he didn't have the heart to wake up the kid again and making him take a shower, Peter would probably not even manage to be awake enough to do that.

With a sigh, Clint closed the door, thankful that he could finally go to sleep, after a long hard day.

Morning comes too fast for his liking, Clint thought as he stood in front of Peter's new room. He wanted to give the kid a little more time to sleep, but after taking a look at his schedule for today, he knew he couldn't do that, especially after seeing the king wanted to see the kid.

It was a strange request, never having seen a student go and meet the king himself, but considering the circumstances that brought the kid to this situation, he just hoped that the king would take it easy on the boy.

Peter woken up to the softest bed he ever laid, the mattress seemed to melt around his body. The young teen laid there for a few more minutes before he was startled by a knock on the door.

Screwing his brows together, Peter lifted his head from the pillow, fully opening his eyes, his vision meeting an unfamiliar room. Getting out of bed he suddenly become aware of the events of yesterday, he got selected, he was in section one.

The door suddenly opened, revealing the man that brought him here

"good morning Peter" he said coming in the room catching the door behind him, but Peter saw kids his age passing behind in the hallway

As the agent talked, Peter took the opportunity to look around the room. Compared to his old one, it was huge but simple. It had a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe, it lacks off any sense of hospitality.

It had everything in the room, but at the same time it had nothing.

"Peter, are you listening" the man once again interrupted his thoughts, only then Peter realized that he was ignoring the man until now, regardless peter slowly nodded in response

"Right" he paused "you should take a shower, the bathroom is right there and has all the utilities" the official said pointing at the door that led to the bathroom "put your old clothes in a bag that was put there, your uniform is in the wardrobe. When you're done, I will be waiting outside." With that, the man promptly left the room, leaving Peter alone with his thoughts.

Peter decided that it was probably for the best that he obey the man for now, he was in a position of disadvantage and for all he knew the man could take out a gun from his jacket and shot him in the head and no one would even bat an eye in their direction.

He went to the wardrobe, choosing some underwear, before even looking at his choice of clothes. It had everything he could pick from, from informal to a more formal wear all with a logo stamped with the word 'Virtus' under it as the slogan, probably of the school.

In the end, Peter just grabbed a blue sweater and a random pair of pants, before entering the bathroom. The inside was pristine with his toiletries was line up with products that Peter never saw in his life. But the bigger shocker was when he turns on the water, and it came out hot. Sure, he knew that hot water exists but down in section two such things as hot showers didn't exist, thank God the weather was hot, unbearably hot, if not Peter would have caught a pneumonia by now.

After the best shower in his life, Peter felt rejuvenated and a lot cleaner, especially after dressing in the new clothes that were soft and didn't contain any holes. Still, Peter felt extremely guilty taking pleasure in these luxuries while his aunt and all his friends were working hard back home.

With much remorse he left the bathroom dressed in new clean clothes leaving his old ones behind, the old ones that his aunt gift his on his birthday, the ones that she worked an extra shift to buy at a thrift shop, the ones that she had to sew the hole in the back when he has fallen.

As promised when he left the room, his escort was waiting for him

"Ah, Peter, you're ready" the man said eying him up and down, probably judging his choice of outfit

"We're heading to breakfast, you're probably starving since we didn't get dinner last night" or lunch nor breakfast Peter thought, nothing that he wasn't used to.

As they walked through hallways full of doors, Peter noted that they were empty, contrasting to the much more movement that he saw when he woke up. As if noticing Peter questioning look the men decided to comment about it "Everybody is in class right now, which you will miss for today"

They stooped in front of two large doors that when opened revealed an empty cafeteria. Not really knowing what Peter was supposed to do, especially since they were clearly not serving food, Peter just stood there waiting to be told that he wasn't getting any breakfast because he was late. But against his judgment he was merely directed to a table and the man disappeared, saying that he would be right back.

Sitting in that room full off empty table was terrifying for Peter, it reminds him off his situation, alone in a reality he doesn't belong, one where he didn't knew what the future would hold for him.

Among his thoughts he saw the man coming back, this time holding a tray in his hands

"Here you go" the tray was pushed in front of him. It had too much food in it. Pancakes, fruit, yogurt, and juice. Peter remembered when he was little and had no grasp off the real situation he lived in, he begged his aunt to have a tower of pancakes for breakfast after a friend of him bragged in school that his mother had taken him to a restaurant. When he got home that day, he was determined to convince his aunt to take him there, so he begged, and he begged for days on end, eventually much to Peter's delight his aunt caved in and took him. Peter remembered he was so happy that he didn't notice his aunt worried look when she ordered the plate for Peter, only one for them to share. That month what he did notice was his aunt absence at home working more shifts, when he complained at her, she told him that she was covering for a sick coworker. But now Peter knew the real reason, and he couldn't help but feel more guilty

Peter stabbed the fork on the pancake, and to be honest it tasted so much better than everything that Peter ever tasted, deep down he had hoped that they would have tasted like cardboard, so he could continue saying that the pancakes that he had eaten when he was five were the best in the world.

When he finished, he was full, but the tray still was half full, he wasn't really used to eating breakfast let alone at this amount.

"You have to eat everything" he was told making him look up from his food "that his half of the portion you should be eating especially after so much time without a meal"

No way that peter could eat the double that he was given, all the government people were just greedy, that they didn't even knew when to stop.

But Peter still made the effort, dumping his few pieces of fruit inside the yogurt, before taking a mouthful, once again he was disappointed, it was delicious, and spoon after spoon the bowl grew empty.

Now Peter was really full, and no way in hell he could manage to drown the bottle of orange juice that now sat alone in the tray. Fortunately, his handler seems to notice "it's alright, you can take it and drink along the mourning" he said getting up from his seat gesturing peter to follow him

Grabbing the juice, Peter got up from his seat, following the man in silence.

"You know, Peter, I realized I never introduced myself to you properly, my name is Clint Barton, for today I will accompany you, don't worry tomorrow you will join your peers"

Peter really couldn't wait to see the others, in truth he never knew anyone who had been selected, he just hoped they wouldn't be brainwashed by section one propaganda or something

Once again they stopped in front of another door "it's time for your medical" the door opened revealing what looked like a small clinic"

'Medical?' personally Peter never been to a doctor, it was too expensive, and he normally got through his diseases just fine, so why would he need the doctor, he wasn't dying, nor he needed some part of his body cut off. Maybe that's why they do the selection to harvest organs and body parts for the elite.

"Relax, Peter, it's just a standard formality, nobody is going to hurt you" Mr. Barton probably sensing his discomfort, not that it made anything to ease his feeling his word was worth nothing to him.

But regardless of the fact, he was guided inside the room and was given some sort of paper clothes with the instruction to take all his clothes with the exception of his underwear, thank God, and dress it.

At least he was given the privacy to undress himself, as he was left alone in the room. After dressing on the piece of cloth that he was given, Peter felt more naked than ever, siting alone in the overly sterilized cold room. It crossed his mind to just bolt out of the room and run back to section two, to his family, but he figured out that he would look like a mad man running half naked, and he probably couldn't get very far.

Before he could think of another stupid escape plan, a man with a white coat entered the room, the doctor, probably.

"You must be Peter, our late arrival" he began while arranging some things in the room "I'm sorry I took a while no one informed me that was one more student to see"

Peter didn't say anything, he didn't know what to even respond, so he just stayed quiet, watching as the doctor organized something in the room.

"Right" the man finally said sitting in a stool, with a clipboard in hand, in front of the bed Peter was currently sitting "I'll explain everything that I'm about to do, Peter, no need to be scared or anything I just want to evaluate your health, sounds good?"

Peter only nodded, it didn't sound good at all, especially since Peter could clearly see a few needles that the medic prepared in the back, so it didn't sound good to him. But he remains quiet.

He didn't say anything when he was directed to a scale to take his weight, nor when he checked his height or blood pressure or listened to his lungs and heart. But unfortunately, Peter couldn't continue his silent treatment when the doctor sat him down again with the clipboard in hand and starting to ask questions.

"How many meals a day did you had?"- enough

"Were you sick often"- no

"Did your parents had any illnesses?" -My parents are dead

"Did you had a doctor that you saw"-I was never dying to need one

"Do you have any allergies?"- No

The questions went on for a good half an hour, Peter only responding with short one-word answers that must off the time didn't even respond to the question itself, but the doctor didn't seem fazed with Peter's answers, he just wrote on his clipboard and skipped to the next question. The doctor probably didn't even need Peter's answers, he could just find out if he wanted it, but he still entertained the thought.

"Ok, Peter, the next part isn't going to be that pleasant, I will need to take a bit of blood and give you a vaccine" the doctor said bringing the dreaded tray closer to the boy

"No" he said automatically

"don't worry, you won't even fell it, two small pricks, and you can go have your lunch"

Peter hated to admit that he had to close his eyes as the medic sticked the torture device in his arm and took his blood away, and as soon he was done with that, he stabs his other arm with a shot.

One of the advantages of never seeing the doctor was that he never had to put up with this sort of procedures, and Peter was happy with that. He was alive and nothing hurt or was missing, and he didn't have to be stuck with anything, so it was a win-win situation in his books.

Now both of his arms hurt, and his blood was missing, and honestly Peter felt like he was dying

"Best if you drink that juice now Peter, it will make you feel better" Peter had already forgotten the small bottle of juice that he was made to bring from breakfast, but now he was glad he did, when the sudden thirst hit. Immediately, he opens up the bottle and drank the juice in four large gulps, feeling immediately better when he did.

"You're not the only one who doesn't like needles" the doctor chuckled grabbing everything "you can dress now, Clint will take you to lunch" and he was once again left alone, making him sigh in relief, he was still alive, with all of his limbs and organs.

Getting up he finally took off the piece of cloth and dressed himself once again in the soft clothes letting the warm penetrate his skin.

As soon he was finished the door open revealing the man he was starting to get sick off "come on, kid let's get you lunch, we have a place to be in the afternoon" Peter almost wanted to groan, he just wanted to be alone, and right now he wasn't even close to being hungry

For the second time of the day, he was walked to the cafeteria, but this time he passed more people his age in the hallways, every single one of them looking at him weirdly 'great, he was the freak of the freak show'

This time the room wasn't empty, on the contrary it was full of kids his age and older, all dress in clothes with the same logo on it.

"Ok kid, the line is up there, I will leave you to meet your peers, I will come back in an hour"

Peter didn't even responds already going to the inexistent line and picked up a tray that was full of food that would be impossible for him to eat.

Almost all the seats were taken except for a few in the far corner away from everyone, it was the perfect spot for him, quickly heading for that direction he sat on the seat with the tray in front of him.

Peter felt the stares directed to him, everyone seemed to be interested on the new kid that didn't came with everyone else. He doesn't know how long he sat there looking at his food, but eventually he decided that it was for the best if he started eating.

He was done with half off his plate when he got interrupted again

"Hey, new kid is this seat taken" in front of him stood a blond guy, not even waiting for his response he pulled up the chair in front of peter and sat down.

"You're quite the talk around here" the blonde boy continue when the other remained quiet.

"Why?" Peter just arrived yesterday, what the hell did he done in that short to gain that much attention aside of getting weir looks in the hallway

"Well, you're the new kid"

"I'm not the only one whose new here"

"Yes, but you're the only that got here today"

"I got here last night actually"

"My point exactly" the boy said point at everyone else "every one else got here in the morning, but not you, that never happen before"

Peter had no answer for that, he also didn't know why they didn't pick him up in the morning. Maybe they just wanted to give him hope and at the very end just crush it

"So, I see you got the special diet, I guess you were from the poorer part" well that was rude but looking at his now empty plate that had contained chicken breast, white rice and steamed vegetables and comparing with the others were eating that looked to be a heavy meal, Peter couldn't deny the fact that the boy was right

"Hey, don't sweat it, I got the same plan when I got here" the boy said, probably seeing the conflict on Peter's face "I'm Harley by the away" he extended his hand for the boy to shake it

"I'm Peter" he said, shaking the other's hand

"Peter, I see that you're finished come on we got to go" Clint said scaring both boys that didn't see him coming

"Sorry, got to go" Peter responded, getting up from his seat to follow Mr. Barton through the vast hallways of the school

"Mr. Barton, where are we going?" Peter decided to speak up when he notices that they were heading to the front entrance

"I'm not going anywhere, you, on the other hand, are going to see the king"

Well, he was fucked