Father Fury {Discontinued}

Chapter Twenty-Three

Principle Selvig started walking a rather pissed Nick and slightly uneasy Phil back to his office where all the teens were.

"I'm sure your kids will have a great day, we have all your info so now just take these high schoolers over to their place." Principle Selvig grinned, about to turn off into another direction.

"Wait!" Phil called, placing a hand down on Principle Selvig's arm. It wasn't like he trusted the guy - he didn't, not that much anyway considering that he is head of the school and was still determined to treat certain students like they meant nothing. Phil was sure that he would have done the same to Shuri and Wanda if they weren't girls, which just pissed him off even more.

Principle Selvig turned around and smiled a wide, fake smile, the same he'd been giving to each of the classes and teachers before taking the next child to lesson.

"You said something... in every class. Kids bully each other for being foster kids? It's happened before?" Phil asked, concerned. He did not want his kids to be bullied. Yes, he'd only known them for about a month. Yes, he'd pretty much die for them at this point. Yes, he considered them his actual kids. Before, he was waiting for adoption, then they'd stop being foster kids and just kids. But no, right now they were kids. They were his kids.

Principle Selvig sighed. "The doors were always open, you saw the kid who's taking Peter round today, right? And the one who stormed out when I asked him to look out for Tony? Well, they're foster-brothers, and they've had it pretty rough most of their lives. Still do, I think. Rocket's got these intense anger issues and trust issues whereas Groot bottles up his anger to the breaking point when someone could get seriously hurt." Phil gasped, and Nick put a hand on his shoulder. "These kids bully them for that?" He asked. Principle Selvig shrugged. "They're not the first, and certainly not the last. Have a nice day."

Once again, he turned to walk off, presumably towards the PE department since that was the way he was headed. "Hang on!" Nick shouted. "There's got to be more to it then that. We just want to look out for our kids, so please, tell us what else happened." Principle Selvig sighed, clearly annoyed at the Coulson-Fury's persistence.

"Well, if you must know, I assigned a girl called Mantis today to your foster-daughter Wanda. Mantis has this adopted older brother in high school called Peter, and another adopted one called Kraglin. Peters father adopted her into the family, but he was deemed unfit to care for the two of them, so they were put into the care of Peters god father, who already had the adopted kid, Kraglin.

"So Mantis is a little weird, she's not entirely right in the head, she goes to therapy quite often. Basically, the girl needs help. She used to get bullied a lot for that, and when the kids found out she went through two foster families, they just found a way to taunt her even more. We didn't what we could, but you can't just expel every kid for hurting a little girls feelings.

"The case was the same for her brothers when they came here. And a couple of other current high school students, too. Basically, it's not a very kind School. Kids are mean, they make fun of people who aren't exactly like them, and us teachers sometimes don't even see it. There's nothing we can do, so we always let out a pre-warning, so that's there's more to do if the case ever happened to get out of hand.

"Now, I hate to say this but I really need to go. I have a meeting with the head of PE in her office in five minutes. Please take your other kids out of my office, and show yourselves out of the school." He quickly bounded out of the Main Building doors, disappearing into the weirdly foggy air.

Nick and Phil sighed, the latter leaning back into the formers chest, head leaning on his shoulder. "Are we sure this is the best place? It seems a little messed up." Phil whispered. Nick shrugged slightly, not really putting much emotion into it. He was just really worried about his family's wellbeing, and suddenly this school didn't sound like the best idea anymore.

XX~•~•XX

The high school was only a two minute drive from the middle school, and seemed a much more welcoming place - quite a considerable amount bigger, too.

Nick and Phil assumes the places worked the same way once they saw doors reading Stem on them as they walked through the visitors entrance towards the head teachers office.

Nick knocked heavily three times, not once smiling. He didn't know this teacher and wasn't prepared to be as naive going in again this time. He wouldn't just assume it was a fair place simply because it was a school. Schools aren't always fair places.

"Come in." Called a strict, firm, and strong voice from the inside. Nick pushed open the door to an office much smaller than Principle Selvig's. This one had two cushioned seats sat in front of the principles desk, a printer-photocopier, a bookshelf, a large case with student files in locked away behind the desk, and a coffee machine in the corner.

The teacher behind the desk looked rather friendly, not at all like the voice they'd heard him used before.

Nick and Phil took the seats whilst the other eleven teens stood behind them.

"Well well, aren't you an almighty bunch. There are so many of you! What's the deal then, cousins? These two here brothers and half of you belong with each? Friends? Move here with friends?" The family could tell that the teacher was just trying to be nice, a positive and gleaming smile on his face, but none seemed amused.

"I am Nick Coulson-Fury and this is my husband, Phil. We're here about our kids joining your school."