Weapon Seven

Part III

A/N: Really didn't expect anyone to read this so props to the very few that did :) feel free to point out errors sorry this one is short and meh. 

*Bold writing is in German* I also looked it up on Google Translate so it def ain't correct

After a month of living and training with the Avengers, I was starting to fit in, I had gotten used to the team and they had gotten used to me. I was on a rigorous schedule similar to the one I had while training under the control of Hydra. I would wake up at 03:30 and run for an hour on the treadmill, then I would do basic conditioning like weightlifting or leg workouts. After that, I would eat breakfast. Sometimes I would be asked to sit in on a meeting later in the day to offer information on Hydras bases. Later after breakfast, I would do tactical or physical training for missions. After lunch, more training would follow then free time and dinner. I would spend my free time attempting to understand American sports with Sam and Clint or reading the plethora of books Natasha and Bucky had on their level. Sometimes I would even help Peter with his homework, or Tony in the lab.

One afternoon as I was reading a book on the couch Tony approached me. I glanced up from my book.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked.

"Sure,"

He took a seat on the couch, something was seriously bothering him. He looked upset with something. I hoped it wasn't about me.

"Something's up with Peter, I don't know what it is but he has bruises that aren't from patrolling and I'm worried,"

"Ok,"

"I would like you to attend his high school to see if something's up,"

"You want me to babysit?"

"No? Well, yes, I guess,"

"Is this a plot to get me to socialize with people my age?"

"No, but Barnes and Romanoff said it would be good for your health to hang out with people your age,"

"Who are they, my parents?"

"No, but I agree, and you're doing this for Peter, also it'd be good to have an agent in the school we've had an issue of students parents doing some illegal things,"

"Like?"

"Weapons dealing,"

"Ah,"

"So will you do it?"

"By the looks of it I don't have a choice,"

"Perfect, you start next week on Monday, we'll work on a cover for you until then,"

"Sounds splendid,"

He got up and walked toward one of the elevators, after he got in I went to the other one and travelled down to Wanda's floor.

She was busy in her own personal kitchen making a small dinner for herself. I walked in and slumped on the counter heaving a sigh.

She glanced at me a moment before asking, "What's up? Did Natasha hit you in the head during training again?"

"No, I have to go to Peter's highschool now to socialize with kids my age,"

"Maybe it'll be good for you,"

"Good for me how? I can't relate to these kids, these kids haven't killed people, they don't know how to shoot guns, they don't have powers,"

"I don't know, you'll just have to try it,"

"What do you even do at a normal school? How do you dress? Why does Peter say he hates the lunches? Will I have to kill anyone?"

"What? No, you won't have to kill anyone, please don't kill anyone, that's not how they do anything here. I'll help pick out a couple of outfits you can wear too."