His Protective Dad Completed ✓

A Sudden Call for Help

The class was just starting when the door swung open with a loud bang, making everyone jump in their seats. Natasha and Sam stood in the doorway, their expressions serious and commanding, clearly not in the mood for a normal school visit.

The room went silent, and a collective wave of confusion and nervousness washed over the Dynamic Six. They had seen their fair share of unusual situations, but nothing compared to this. Seeing two Avengers—Natasha Romanoff and Sam Wilson—standing in front of their class made the usual classroom chatter disappear in an instant.

"What's going on?" Harley whispered, looking from Sam to Natasha, his eyes wide.

Ned's voice trembled a little as he leaned toward Morgan. "Are we in trouble?"

Morgan didn't have an answer, but the anxiety in the air was thick. She noticed how tense Peter looked, his usual carefree demeanor gone. Natasha's eyes scanned the room, finally landing on Peter, and her expression hardened.

"Peter," she said, her tone calm but laced with urgency. "Come with us. Now."

Peter's heart skipped a beat. The serious tone in Natasha's voice immediately caught his attention. "What’s going on? Is something wrong?" he asked, standing up from his seat, his mind racing with possibilities.

Before Natasha could respond, Sam stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. "You need to come with us, Peter. It’s important."

The others exchanged looks, their minds swirling with concern. Peter couldn’t ignore the gravity in their voices, but his first thought was of MJ and the twins. He glanced nervously toward Morgan, who shook her head slightly, signaling that she didn't know what was going on either.

Peter’s anxiety grew. "What happened? Where's MJ? And the twins?" His voice came out quieter than he intended, but there was a palpable sense of fear behind it.

Natasha’s eyes softened for a moment before she quickly looked away, her professional demeanor taking over again. “We don’t have time to explain it all now. We need to get you to the compound immediately. It's about your family.”

The words struck Peter like a lightning bolt. His stomach churned, and his heart pounded in his chest. "Is it the twins? MJ?" His voice cracked with worry, but Natasha didn’t respond directly. She only gave him a sharp nod, gesturing toward the door.

Peter swallowed hard and glanced over at his friends. They looked just as anxious as he felt, but none of them moved. It was like they were waiting for him to make the next move.

"I’ll explain everything when we get there," Natasha said, cutting through the silence. "But right now, you need to come with us, Peter."

Peter hesitated for a moment longer, looking back at the classroom as if expecting something more—some answer or reassurance. But there was none. Finally, his worry for his family took over, and he nodded, following Natasha and Sam out of the classroom.

The hallways of the school blurred around him as his mind raced. What had happened? Was MJ okay? And the twins? What could possibly be so urgent that the Avengers had to intervene?

As he walked briskly alongside Natasha and Sam, his thoughts were a whirlwind. He had just left them at Stark Tower. Were they in danger?

Peter’s pace quickened. “What’s going on?” he asked again, more urgently now. “What happened to them?”

Sam’s expression remained solemn, and Natasha glanced at Peter, finally speaking up. “We don’t know all the details yet. But we need you to help us figure out what happened. Your family’s been targeted.”