Avengers in my house

P- Spider-Man

You are an art teacher and school therapist in Midtown high school.

You are 25 years old and live with your uncle Dave in New York.

You are a big fan of the Avengers and your world kinda revolves around them.

(960 Words)

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your pov

I just got home from my morning walk with Duster, the dog from my neighbor, granny smith. I have 20 more minutes until I have to go to school, 20 minutes for eating breakfast and watching the news.

I got myself some food, two simple slices of bread with chocopasta and some tea.

I got comfy on my dark blue, velvet couch and turned on the tv.

there were some shootings yesterday and the avengers got in touch with a couple accidents in the shooting area.

I love the avengers, my sketch book and my walls are filled with pictures and drawings of them. I don't really have a favorite but Tony is my real hero, he also struggles with anxiety and I don't like to say it but we both have family issues. My dad was a mechanic and my mom was a doctor. They both died in a car accident when I was 7 and since then I lived with my uncle. And we all know the story of Tony Stark and his parents. Spider-Man actually goes to the same school as I go, I see him sneak into the science room before school starts and 5 minutes later a boy comes walking out. I'm pretty sure he's called Peter Parker, he is a new guy and I havent had him as my student yet so I don't know a lot about him.

On the news: The shooting took place in the old supermarket and is under control, the avengers found the shooters and are now making sure the shooters will not shoot again. In the words of the avengers and the police, they note: it's safe to go out again. That was the morning news with David, have a good morning everyone.

I drank up my tea and put the dishes away and turned on the dishwasher.

"I'm off to work uncle dave!" I yelled and picked up my bag and got off to work.

"Good morning Ms. Banner."

"Good morning Mr. claus."

"Good morning Banner, I need you in my office in 3."

"Yes Mr. davidson."

There we go again, to the principal office, the nightmare of every teacher.

*knock* *knock*

"Come in Banner."

"Yes, hello Mr. Davidson. I really have to go to my class, can't this wait?" I said nervously, not knowing why I was called in.

"NO THIS CAN'T WAIT!!" He yelled as he slammed his fist on the table.

I jumped back and covered my face in response, scared of what else he would do.

"I'm so sorry y/n, I didn't mean to yell at you, I'm so sorry." He squeaked out as a tear rolled off his cheek.

He was clearly having a hard time and I felt really sorry for him.

I always feel sorry for people, I always see the best in them even when they are bad guys. That's probably one of the reasons why I started working as a teacher and school therapist.

"It's okay Mr. Davidson. Can I help you with something?" I asked as I got closer again.

"You- you got scared, I am so sorry. I- I am really sorry." He stuttered as he tried to pull himself together again.

"It really is okay Mr. dav-."

"Pls just call me Carl."

"Okay Carl." I laughed and sat down.

"You have exactly 2 minutes to tell me where you need me for. Time starts....now."

"Well, Ms. Banner....." we got interrupted by the alarms going off.

"Sir there's a shooter in the building." A guard said while running towards the weapons hanging in the closet.

"what in the third war is going on!" Carl yelled as he stood up and placed himself in front of me.

I waited for my orders but I didn't get any. I stood there confused, not knowing what I should do and not knowing if my kids were okay since there was probably no adult in the classroom with them because I was here with Carl.

The second I picked up my phone to message one of my kids I heard shooting really close to me.

"Y/N get in the closet now!" Carl whispered yelled as he pushed me towards the closed.

I jumped in the closet and Carl closed the doors.

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I heard lots of footsteps and a sudden silence.

"Ms. Banner, are you in there?" I heard an unfamiliar young voice say.

I tried to talk but the only sound that came out was a soft whimper and a tear that fell down my cheek onto my phone screen.

I saw light coming through the closet door that was being opened.

"Hi Ms. Banner, I am P- Spider-Man and I am here to save you." The young kid said as he reached out a hand towards me.

I gave him my hand and walked out of the closet looking around for other people but I saw none.

"Ms. Banner the rest of the people are escorted out of the building you were the only one left inside." Spider-Man said as he escorted me out too.

"Are my kids okay?" I asked.

"Ms. Banner, you are a mom? That's so cool!" He yelled excitedly as he shook my hand as congratulations.

"No my students Parker, like you." I said not realizing I just gave away that I knew who Spider-Man was.

"Wait- Ms. Banner, are you family of Bruce Banner, do you know the avengers, how do you know that I'm Peter Parker?"

This is sort of my first ever fanfiction I guess, It's probably really bad

and maybe the sentences are a bit off 'cause I'm Dutch and not English.

Let me know what you think of it and maybe I will make more parts for this story.

Lots of love, Lou <3