Power

Ugh...homework

"Hi, how was school?" Wanda lifted her eyes from the TV as I entered the living room.

I groaned and dropped my backpack onto the floor with a loud thud.

"I need chocolate" I sighed, opening the cupboards and pushing Tony out of the way.

"Did I say you can have chocolate?" he joked.

I gave him a death stare.

"Nevermind, you do you" he lifted his hands up in surrender.

"What's wrong, Han?" asked Nat.

"What's wrong? You wanna know what's wrong?? I've got three essays due tomorrow and a ton of homework, and my stupid friends aren't even home to send me the answers!"

"I think that's for the best..." commented Steve.

"Ugh, what did you think, Cap, that I have the brains for geometry?" I scoffed angrily.

"Well...didn't you learn that in class?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, right! Class is like: 'Okay, kids, this is a triangle. Can you say triangle?' and then the homework is like: 'Prove to me that this is a triangle.' Like, don't you have eyes to see??"

Tony burst into laughter, spitting his coffee.

"Wow, my misery must be so amusing" I mumbled, biting a chocolate bar.

"Do you need some help?" asked Pietro.

"Yes! Oh, God, thank you!" I yelled.

"Okay, get me a pencil and and your...homework thing" he gestured, sitting down on the couch.

"You're gonna do it for me?" I asked, filled with hope.

"No, idiota, I'm gonna show you how to do it".

My face dropped.

"Oh. Well, here, I guess" I said, handing him a pencil and my worksheet.

"What the-" he mumbled, looking at the page. "What is this, like a NASA exam or something?" he read through the exercises.

"Told ya" I nodded.

"Ugh...well... I can't do this shit. Why don't you just cheat or something?" he suggested.

I smiled.

"Pietro" Steve shook his head in disappointment.

"Fine, you do it if you're so smart!" Pietro exclaimed.

Steve sighed.

"Alright, bring me the worksheet".

I handed it to him reluctantly.

He frowned at the first question.

"Uh...get me my glasses".

"Wow, you're old" I mumbled as I handed him his glasses.

He tried to sketch a triangle and solve the problem, but quickly erased all of it.

He tried again, confused.

"Tony, come see this".

Tony rolled his eyes and approached him. After he glanced over the page, his face turned to confusion, too.

"What? No, you're doing it wrong, you stupid old man! See, this, side is supposed to be half of this!" he pointed to the paper.

"Yeah, I know" he thickened the line with a pencil.

"It doesn't seem so based on your drawing. What are you, a preschooler?" 

I tried to stop the fight before it started.

"Guys..."

"Shush" Tony cut me off. "Give me that pencil!" he sat at the table and tried to solve the problem. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

After a few minutes, he gave up.

"Damn it, there's something wrong with this problem! If I can't solve it, then there's definitely something wrong with it" he waved the paper towards me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Cocky much?" 

"You guys are so dumb! Here, let me" Clint came out of the vents and I startled.

"Would you stop doing that? It freaks me out" I commented, but he ignored me.

He snatched the paper from Tony's hands.

"Hey!" Tony said.

"Look, my kids are in school, it can't be that... bad" He looked at the exercise and was speechless.

"Um... uh... Bucky, Sam? A little help? Wanda? Bruce??" he desperately asked.

Bruce came towards him and looked at the problem. While he tried to solve it, Sam and Wanda glanced over his shoulder, frowning in confusion. Bucky eventually got up and looked at the page.

I smiled at the image of my friends trying to solve my homework. I laughed and felt protected, in a way I couldn't explain. They were so sweet.

"Hell nah! This line is equal to that one, right?" Sam pointed on the paper and then crossed his arms.

"No, you stupid bird!" Bucky said. I could tell things were starting to heat up. "This is 3/4 of BC".

"I was talking about AC. You know, for a cyborg, you're not that smart" Sam smirked.

Buck pushed Sam, who almost fell.

"Not nice, Buckaroo" Sam commented.

"Call me that again and I'll bend you into a triangle".

"That sounded way more aggressive than it should have" said Clint.

"Guys, be quiet, I'm trying to think..." Bruce said.

"I already told you, the problem is messed up!" Tony threw his hands in the air.

"No, your head is messed up" added Steve.

"Oh, I think I got it!" Wanda squealed, happily.

We turned towards her, waiting for the answer.

"Uh...nevermind" she sighed. I rubbed her arm sympathetically.

"Wait...hold on. This angle right here is equal to this one, right?" said Bruce.

"Based on what?" asked Steve.

"Uh..." Bruce shrugged.

"You just pulled that out of your butt?" asked Tony casually.

"At least I am doing something" Bruce replied.

"This is boring" Sam left to make himself a grilled cheese.

"This is impossible" Steve sighed. "What time are you friends getting home?"