SAVE ME

So, that happend

(Alright dears, this is an avengers fanfic, they start of this book is about five minutes before Loki and the Chitauri attack. Give me ideas as they come to you and I will see how things play out😜. I love everyone who reads anything I write, and my writing sucks, but I'm going to give this a try. Wish me luck.)

I'm a high school history teacher, but, I'm also a crime fighting badass, super powers and everything. Well, was. I had a kid, my son, who is my new life. You'll meet him later😉. My husband, was a double agent for S.H.I.E.L.D., working to get information on HYDRA. Also known as Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. I like to call it Shit Hydra Is Everywhere and Lock Down. My personal opinion. Before my husband even found out he was to be a father, he was found out, and killed on the spot. I moved and started a new life. ( one and a half months after the birth of my son.)

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"Alright students, pencils down, hands flat on the table." I say, clicking the timer off for the test they just took. I look up to see my class, (all juniors in high school), moan saying that the test was hard. Ok, I'm not a bad teacher, let's get that straight. I knew they would have no idea what was on the test. I chuckle, staring at my black leather high heel boots.

"Do I hear complaining?" I ask, acting hurt, placing my hands over my chest, with a small frown on my lips. "I work day and night to hear you say that the test was hard?!" I turn away, and give a fake sniffle, shaking my shoulders in laughter, making it look like I'm crying.

I hear a few chairs slide across the floor, hearing footsteps of my 37 student history class running toward me. I feel arms and hands reach for me, enveloping me in a cuddle puddle. "Don't feel bad Mrs. Vandal, we will try very hard," a little voice told me, that must be Alex, she's only 14, and already a junior in high-school.

I give a giggle and turn to give them all a hug, seeing them all stare at me with grins. "All right all right, get off you crazy fools. Get back in your desks." I instruct, pushing them along. "Now," I say with a grin," I want you to hold up that paper, grab it with two hands, and rip it in half." I almost yell, ripping my fake answer sheet up.

My kids stare at me, look at the paper, shrug their shoulders, and rip the paper. I smile and hand the recycle bin to Alex. "Now, kids, always recycle, because we never know if one day we might need to use it again." I growl with a smile, giving them a funny face. They all laugh, giving me a loud "Yes ma'am!" Suddenly I hear heavy footsteps running down the hall, knocking on classroom doors. I give a real frown and walk toward the door. "Kids, open your books to R1226, I'll be right back." I whisper, opening the door.

I see a few of my fellow teachers looking around, trying to see who was responsible for the knocks. I see Principal Hawkins wave at us to gather around him. I close my classroom door behind me, knowing I trust my kids to do as they are told. I look to my fellow history teacher Mr. Pemper, giving him a slight nod. Mr. Pemper has hair that is turning gray, old brown eyes, and is probably turning 50+ this year. He asked me out last year, while I was still married to Thomas, before I was pregnant. I declined, saying that I was married. I'm only 23, I mean, eww.

"Ok, now that we are all here, I need you to take your students and escort them along quickly out the back of the building, and away from Stark Tower as fast as you can. Don't ask questions, go." Mr. Hawkins half yells, half jogging to the next hall over. I don't even spare my fellow co-workers a glance. I run to my classroom, slipping inside the door.

"Kids, pack your bags now, take all your personal belongings." I try to say calmly. I grab my own backpack from under my desk, trading my heels for green converse. I grab my phone, jacket, and bag, grabbing my keys last. I move to look out the window in time to see a hole open above New York. "Fuck." I whisper, I grab the blinds, closing them, so my students can't see what's happening. "Let's go, now!" I yell, running to the door, pulling it open. My class knows that I never yell at my students, ever.