Peter Parker the Assassin of Class 3E

Peter why do you lie?

I was walking from school to the local gym. And before you ask, yes I know the Avengers Compound has a gym, but I don't want them to find out certain parts of my past. (Nice how that turned out huh??)

I was training a bit at the gym, just doing your usual destroying the punching bag and doing some of your usual workouts. Once I finished my 100 pushups, I got ready to head to the showers when I looked behind me, there in the doorway of the gym was no one other than... Koro-sensei.

I knew this guy was dead, because I was with Nagisa when he killed the unkillable teacher. So now, I am staring at my dead teacher in the middle of the hallway to the locker rooms, frozen.

As soon as I got myself out of shock I went to walk toward the teach, but you know like dead people do, he vanished. Now, I know what your thinking, 'You saw a ghost.', but it couldn't have been a ghost, he didn't say boo.

So I did the normal thing, and called Iron Man. "Hey kid, now I am grateful to be pulled out of a meeting, but you usually don't call at this hour what's up?" I looked at my watch, 3:45 p.m.. "Uh...Mister Stark, is Loki still on Asgard?" Tony chuckled, "Yeah, he is. Why? You scared or something?" "Um...I need to come talk to you, also get Wanda and a few others that have experience with illusions if you could." Tony became silent, I knew in that moment he was worried. "Sure kid, just promise me you'll get here safely and quickly." I chuckled, not sure how you could get across New York City, safely but quickly. "Sure, Mr. Stark."

As soon as he hung up, I ran out of the building, sticking to the shadows I swung to the Compound. I was surprised at how many people Tony had gathered. "Okay kid, I did as you asked, now explain."

I nodded, "Okay so I was at the library, and when I went to leave I saw my dead teacher." Tony looked at me weirdly, "You sure you weren't seeing things?" I shook my head, "I know I wasn't seeing things, I wasn't close to this teacher." I saw Natasha, Bucky, and Clint both put up one finger. "He was brought in toward the end of the school year, so didn't bother getting close to him." The three assassins added another finger. "And I know he is dead, so don't try saying that either, especially since alive people can't disappear into thin air, so my next best solution is it was an illusion and either Wanda has been in my head, or Loki is not still on Asgard." Bucky held up four fingers so everyone could see them. Tony shook his head, "Which sentences?" Bucky looked at me guilty before saying. "The library, that was a lie. The not being close to the teacher, that was a lie. So, the not bothering to get close was also a lie. And lastly, he knows more things that could have caused the illusion." Tony looked at me, stern eyes locked me in my spot. "Come on kid, why lie?" I shook my head, "Because some things are best left hidden than being out in the known. I will tell you the other options but I will not explain who the teacher is or how close I was to him." Tony nodded, glad to get some truth. "Mysterio. He is a villain with illusions tech." Tony nodded, "Okay. We will look into him, but until we are sure you aren't seeing things you are not leaving this compound. Also, where were you if you weren't at the library?" I looked down, "The gym." Tony shook his head, "You know there is one here right?" I nodded not looking up. "I know, I just didn't want to...burden anyone so.." I was glad the three assassins didn't call me out on that lie, but they did give me a look saying we were going to talk about later.

As I was walking towards my room I was stopped by Natasha standing in the hallway. "Uh uh, we are going to talk." I felt a cold hand grab my shirt and start to pull me will the owner. "Okay, Bucky. You stop in here." Clint said. I looked around me after I stopped moving. In the room was the three spies, a target for guns, a target for arrows and a sparring mat. "Okay, why are we in here?" I asked, not understanding the need for all of this. Okay, I understood that they wanted to talk I just didn't understand why they went through all this trouble to do so, it's not like I would fight...okay maybe I would but still.

"Why did you lie about why you didn't use the gym here?" Clint asked. "I uh..." Bucky glared at me, "No don't say that it was because you didn't want to burden anyone. You know we won't believe that." I looked down, "I didn't want Mr. Stark to question why I had certain abilities, as I wouldn't be able to answer him." They nodded, "Can we see these abilities." Natasha asked. I looked at them before nodding, "Just don't tell anyone or ask questions." They all nodded, understandingly.

"Can I see a couple knives and a gun?" They looked at me weirdly. Bucky handed over a couple knives and Natasha handed me a gun. I nodded in thanks. I threw the knives at the arrow target landing both in bullseye, before heading over to the gun targets and shot three times aiming for the head each time, hitting the target with each shot.

"That's why." I looked at the them and only two had sad eyes the other, cough cough Clint cough cough, had a look of amazement. "Wow, that was insane." He said, going up to grab the knives. I looked at him weirdly, "Yeah okay." I took the knives back, "Now I can fight with knives but it isn't as good as my hand to hand." I told them. "If you want to fight me, tell me which way first." Natasha walked forwards, "Hand to hand." I nodded heading over to the mat.

Clint refereed, turned out he could be mature and silent when he wanted to. Natasha won, but I knew I was out of practice. She reminded me of Karasuma-sensei. I then looked back at Bucky, "Do you want to fight with knives?" He shook his head, "No, I think you may need to refreshen your skills before going at it with me, don't know when Winter can show himself and don't want to take the chance." I nodded, everyone in 3e had a similar thing. They way he said refreshen had me a little on edge, but I knew that was just me being paranoid.

We headed back into the common room to be called to the kitchen for dinner.

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