Field Trip to the Avenger's Compound

The Training Room

Third Person POV

The class stepped out of the elevator, making their way down the hallway toward the training room.

As they walked, (Y/n) leaned toward Peter, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm gonna kill Loki. He's gonna be a dead man by morning."

Peter rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his grin. "Yeah, whatever. You know he's like a brother to you," he teased back.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and playfully punched him on the shoulder. When she looked up, she swore she saw a faint blush on his face. Peter quickly turned away, clearly trying to mask it, but (Y/n) caught the subtle hint.

They continued walking in silence, the hum of their footsteps the only sound, until they finally arrived at the training room. Katherine, who had been leading the group, turned toward them with a mischievous grin. "Okay, class! It seems we have some visitors!" she announced, her voice carrying excitement.

Peter and (Y/n) exchanged a knowing look, a shared sigh escaping both of them as they entered the room.

Inside, to their surprise, the room was already occupied by several familiar faces. Bucky, Steve, Nat, Clint, Loki, Thor, Wanda, Vision, and Sam were all standing in the space, clearly expecting them.

Peter's eyes widened slightly as he scanned the room, recognizing the faces of some of the most legendary Avengers. He knew this training room well—he and (Y/n) had snuck in here on several occasions when they didn't want to deal with Steve's grueling training sessions.

"Hi there, kiddos!" Clint called out, waving enthusiastically. "We have some things for you to do if you're interested."

Katherine followed up, "You all had your safety waivers signed, right?" Mr. Harrington gave a nod in her direction, signaling that everyone was good to go.

Natasha jumped in next. "We've got some archery, weight lifting, and self-defense stations set up for you. At the end, we'll have a sparring competition where we'll pair you up against each other."

When Natasha saw (Y/n) and Peter, a mischievous smile appeared on her face. "Hey паук (Spider) and маленькая шапочка (Little Cap)! What are you two doing here? You better not be skipping school!"

(Y/n) shot Natasha a pointed look before responding. "Tu sais pourquoi nous sommes ici (You know why we are here)."

She switched to French, knowing it was the language Steve would understand best. Steve, having picked up some Russian in the army to communicate with the Howling Commandos, knew a little, but he was fluent in French. The playful bickering between (Y/n) and Steve in French was always amusing, but today, it seemed Natasha wasn't going to let (Y/n)'s retort slide so easily.

Natasha grinned, leaning forward. "Nous serons gentils (We will be nice)."

"Sure you will," (Y/n) muttered, her tone dry. Peter couldn't help but chuckle at the exchange, watching as (Y/n) tried to keep her cool. Natasha smirked, clearly entertained by the playful banter.

As they all began to settle into their stations, Peter glanced around the room. He could tell half the class was in shock, staring at the Avengers in awe. It was a surreal experience, especially for the newcomers who probably never imagined they'd be standing this close to some of the world's most powerful heroes. Peter had to admit, the situation was pretty great.

With a quiet laugh to himself, Peter thought, This is going to be an interesting day.

The class stood in stunned silence, watching the playful exchange between (Y/n) and Natasha. Most of the students were visibly confused, unsure of why someone as intimidating and skilled as Black Widow would be engaging with someone they saw as a "loser." Flash, in particular, looked like he might burst from embarrassment, his face redder than a strawberry.