Marvel Imagines

Expelled

• Female Y/n •

Sitting alone, I watch as the class does Physical Education. My broken foot from a previous mission keeping me from doing any of what the school calls excersice. My foot in the big black boot set up on the bench. Peter looks over to me, a smile sympathetic smile he gives, before beginning the game of basketball. I watch him, watch his technique which is awful. He's honestly terrible at sports. Nothing can make the boy better.

I notice him catch the ball and start running and bounce the ball on the floor as he makes his short way to the hoop. He stops, jumps then throws the ball, it misses. Bounces of the rusting orange hoop. "God sake Parker! Always making us fail." Flash shouts at him. Peter looks down, mumbling his apology, "Sorry guys." I see him say. The anger in Flahs builds, as he shoves Peter to the ground. "What's wrong with you Penis Parker! Or should I say Penny." He angrily shouts at him. I stand up, my fuse about to go from Flash deadnaming my best friend.

I walk over, my bulky boot making the gym floor Creek. Peter looks at me as the rest of the class backs away knowing how I protective I am of him. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" I harshly say to Flash. Peter placing his hand on my arm, "It's okay Y/n, I'm okay." He tells me as he pulls himself to his feet. I shake my head, "No Peter it's not!" I tell him before looking Flash dead in the eyes with a cold glare. "What are you gonna do? Are you even Tony Starks daughter?" He chuckles to himself.

Finally, my half calm mood flips to pissed. "How about we see what I'm about to do?" I ask him. Peter grabs me arm and mumbles, "Y/n, don't! You'll get expelled!" He tells me. I push his hand of me. "Yeah don't do it!" Flash mocks Peter. I looks at him before wrapping my hands around his throat, pushing him into the wall, "Don't you ever bully Peter ever again." I demand. He gasps for air, his short nails scratching at my hands aggressively trying to get my off. "Do I make my self clear?" I ask him, tightening my grip. He nods, tears rolling down his face.

Suddenly, I'm pulled away. Looking to my side I see the teacher, "Miss Stark, I suggest you go to the Principle immediately, you too Flash." He tells us. I roll my eyes. Walking over to the bench, I grab my bag then leave the room making my way to the office.

Half an hour later, I'm walking out with Peter beside me as the class watches. My father storms in, "Y/n Stark, tell me what the hell you did." He demands to know. I grin as I turn my head to Flash then back to my dad. The class looks in astonishment seeing the Tony Stark. He stops and nods. "That's my little Avenger." He says. The students in the hall gasp and mutter.

"Oh yeah. I got expelled dad. Can Miss Romanoff tutor me now?" I ask him. He sighs before nodding, "Fine. But your mother will be extremely angry at you for being kicked out."