Percy works with Tony Stark

22. School Special

I do need an excuse to visit his school though.

"Yo Jax!" I called.

"Why are you here?" He complained. "You're finally calling me by my name, so I'm guessing you need something again? I told you not to come back."

I looked over at his screen, which was too bright and colorful to be work-related. "It's not like you're busy right? Help your buddy out."

"No," he stated, turning back to his game.

"Hey hey hey, it's not as serious as what I asked for last time."

"So what do you want? Information on the President?"

"Now your just exaggerating, come on pleaseee?"

"You owe me," he sighed.

"Yes!" I cheered.

"So what do you need?"

"Can you make me a high school student ID? To Midtown."

"Simple enough." He turned back towards his computer and started typing. "You know you're 21 right?"

My mouth drew into a thin line. "It's not like I can teach."

"Any specific classes you wanna be in?" He asked.

"Just put me in the same ones as Peter Parker."

He leaned forward and grabbed a card from his printer. "Here," he passed it to me. "It'll scan and you're enrolled now as a transferred student in senior year."

"Thanks," I grinned, accepting it. "How did you get a picture though?"

"Took it from your shield profile."

"." I looked a little too serious for a school picture, I thought when I looked at it.

~~

I decided to go tomorrow, which was Tuesday.

I decided to dress like how I did in high school, but I soon realized that I didn't have any of my old clothes. But I did still have my camp shirt. I dug it out of a box and made a quick trip to the store to grab a pair of jeans and sneakers.

Perfect, I thought, looking at the spread on my bed.

~~

The next morning I decided to take the subway and walk the rest of the way to school.

But once I arrived, I realized that there was something I completely forgot about. I didn't bring a backpack or anything else besides my SHIELD issued phone.

It was probably no big deal though, besides the fact that I stood out a little because I was catching some weird stares. I made my way to the front office and handed the clerk my ID.

"Hi, I just transferred, can I get my schedule?" I asked.

"Sure, just wait over there," she nodded to the chairs against the walls. Soon the printer was whirring and she handed me my schedule. 

"Great thanks," I thanked. "Do I need supplies?"

She handed me a black pen from the cup on the front desk.

"... thanks"

I didn't arrive that early so it was already 5 minutes after the bell. It looked like Peter's first class was math. A few minutes later, I found the room and made my fashionably late entrance.

The teacher looked over when the door opened. "You're the new student?" She assumed.

"Yep," I handed her my schedule to let her check it.