Avengers High School AU

There are a lot of things going on in this part, I don't know what to call it.

Steve's PoV

   I've had a crush on Peggy Carter since middle school. Yeah. I have actually been hurting inside because I've had a crush on her for five years. Is it bad to have a crush on someone when you're dating someone else? I watched as she was arguing with Jack Thompson. He is a real jerk, and sexist. Daniel Sousa came over and started arguing with Jack as well. I swear, Jack is as stubborn as a mule. Finally, the bell rang and Jack left. Daniel slung his arm arm around Peggy as they walked down the hall. Jealousy swept over me, but whatever makes Peggy happy is fine with me. She leaned her head on to his shoulder. I quickly got my books and got to class. Mrs. Berry, our Creative Writing teacher, glared at me when I went through the door just as the bell rang, again. I sat down and she started rambling about Douglas Adams, which was kind of interesting. I mean he did write the strangest book I've ever read. The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, is also one of the best books I've read, but still, it's strange. Farewell and thanks for the fish!

"This week's assignment is to write something that's absolutely ridiculous! Something that couldn't possibly happen in the real world, even a million years from now! It has to be at least one thousand words long. I prefer that you write on Google Docs and send it to me that way, but if you want to write it on paper that's fine. Just make my life harder because I have to count. Every. Single. Word. Please don't do that to me," she spelled out. I had no idea what to write about. I'm more of a realistic fiction writer, not fantasy or science fiction. I thought about it while I walked down the halls of the Kirby High School. I thought about a story about a super hero team fighting a magical being, or a team alien-type people fighting a space god. Where the heck do I get these ideas? I saw Bucky running towards me, looking  as if he brings good news.

"The principal is letting me preform some covers at the Halloween Dance! Not the whole time though. But still! I get to preform!" he exclaimed.

"Really? That's great! I've never heard you play, once we get home you need to play for me. And we need to tell my mom why you're living with us." I reminded him. Bucky stayed one more night in his   train car, so he could pack his clothes and other things he might need to keep, which isn't a lot. Just his guitar and his travel size keyboard. He sighed. "OK, but let's get to lunch before the line gets long."

We got to lunch and I tried to pursued  him to sit with Nat, Clint, Sam, Scott Lang, and the twins, and he eventually gave in. I noticed he brought his guitar with him.

"Can you play for us? I mean, you did bring your guitar with you," I pointed out. He sighed and took his guitar out. It looked like an acoustic/electric hybrid. He also took out his tiny keyboard. He started playing a sad sounding song. He started singing.

When I was a young boy

my father took me into the city

to see a marching band.

He said son when you grow up 

will you be the savior of the broken

the beaten and the damned.

He said will you defeat them

the demons 

and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made.

Because one day I'll leave you

a phantom, to lead you in the summer

to join the black parade.

(Transitions to Major key)

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me
And other times I feel like I should go
Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets
When you're gone we want you all to know

We'll carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it

And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Do you fight it to the end
We hear the call to
To carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
You're weary widow marches on
And on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh oh

Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh
Take a look at me 'cause I could not care at all
Do or die
You'll never make me
'Cause the world, will never take my heart
Though you try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
Won't explain or say I'm sorry
I'm not ashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer for all the broken
Listen here, because it's only
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song
Just a man, I'm not a hero
I, don't, care

Carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
You'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
You're wiry widow marches on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on

"That was meant for electric guitar and I don't have an amp, but still, it's my favorite song ever and I found a way to play it acoustic," he said. 

"That was really good!" Wanda said. Natasha wasn't talking probably because of the sleepover incident. "I think I know that song, isn't it 'The Black Parade'?"

"How did you know? I wouldn't think you were the type to listen to My Chemical Romance."

"Oh, I don't, I heard it on the, uh, radio... I think," she stammered. 

"MCR was never played on the radio," he replied. "Well, last time they were played on the radio was, like, 2005. Weren't you still in Slovakia then?"

"Umm...." she got up, grabbed Pietro, and went to talk to him at an empty table. I looked at Bucky and he shrugged. They came back and looked as if they were about confess something.

"The rumors are true, we are magical. Wanda can read minds and hypnotize people and other magical things. And I'm inhumanly fast." Pietro revealed. "Though, I guess we have to prove it."

"Sam," Wanda pointed at him. "Think of a number from one to a thousand."

"Ok," Sam was thinking for a minute. "Got it."

"672"

"You're right. How did you guess that? I was trying to think of the most random number-"

Wanda cut him off. "I didn't guess, I read your mind. Oh, and he also has a crush on Nata-"

"SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sam snapped. "Why don't we see Pietro's super speed?"

Wanda gave him two quarters. "Pietro, can you get me a pack of Skittles?" Pietro was gone for a literal second, leaving a blue streak behind him. He came back with a pack of Skittles in his hand. We all exchanged glances and looked back at the twins.

"WHELP! That's enough weird magical stuff for me today! I'm gonna go over here now!" Clint walked over to another table at the other side of the cafeteria. The bell rang and we all emptied our trays. For the rest of the day I just thought about the fact two of my friends are magical.