Looks Can Be Deceiving

➳ 01

It was period 4 and Peter and Harley were sitting in their advanced calculus class working on an essay, when a man in a clean professional black suit and shades walks into the classroom. Everyone's attention suddenly turns towards the man in the suit, "Happy Hogan" "That's Happy Hogan" "He's Iron Man's bodyguard", whispers erupt about the room. The man walks over to Mr. Harrington, the teacher, hands him a note, then stands up straight with his hands firmly clasped in front.

Mr. Harrington reads the note over then calls to the class, "Peter Parker, Harley Parker?" The boys look to their teacher, "Take your bags and follow this man please." He instructs.

Much to the classes confused/shocked faces and spluttering noises, the twin boys packed up, grabbed their bags and followed 'shades' out the school and to a sleek black Audi, where he opened the door for them, before hopping into the driver's seat himself.

The car starts moving and that's when Peter speaks up, "Happy, is everything okay?" there was worry in his voice.

"Not sure, Tony said he had a big announcement and to come pick you kids up." Although his name was 'Happy' it was very misleading, to anyone who knows him, they know he's not the happiest person.

"Can we be the ones who pick up Morgan?" Harley asked.

"As long as you give her teacher this note." Happy(relieved) replied handing them a note.

A few minutes later the Audi pulled up to a Queens elementary school, where Peter and Harley got out and walked up the stairs, down the long corridors and into a classroom full of 4th graders coloring and doing their own thing. The twins walked over to the teacher, gave her the note and then Harley made his way over to Morgan, who was coloring the Avengers, while Peter got her bag.

Harley crouched down next to Morgan and whispered in her ear, "Hey Morgz."

Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree at the sound of her unofficial brother, "Harley!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck, nearly making him fall over. By this time Peter was back and getting hug attacked by Morgan too, the rest of the kids in the class couldn't care less as to what was happening.

"Dad wants you back at the Tower, so we came to pick you up." Peter explained, "C'mon, Happy is waiting in the car for us." Both boys held out a hand for Morgan, who took them happily.

The trio walked back out of the school to the Audi and got in, Peter being the oldest-even if it was only by 2 minutes-sat in the front with Happy, while the youngers sat in the back. The fancy car drove off towards the Stark-now Avengers-Tower with rock'n'roll blasting through the windows (rock'n'roll was instilled into them, courtesy of Tony). Morgan chattered away about what she did at school, the boys wondered what was so important that Tony had to pull them out of school for, and they thought if the Barton's and Lang's would be back from visiting family over in San Francisco and Missouri.

Once at the Tower, Happy dropped them off at the private entrance and went to go attend to other business. The kids walked into the building they called home and were immediately greeted by FRIDAY, the Tower AI.

"Afternoon Peter, Harley and Morgan. Everyone is waiting for you on the common floor."

"Thanks FRI, do you know if the Barton's and Lang's are back?" Peter questioned.

"Yes, they are back." FRIDAY responded.

Morgan squealed with excitement, "THEY'RE BACK!" she ran over to the elevator, scanning her pass as she did.

"Alright Morgan, calm down" Harley coaxed as they jogged over to the elevator, they too scanning passes, rushing greetings to the staff.

This was a private elevator for the Avengers only, it goes to the private living quarters, which the other elevators do not. It also went twice as fast to wherever you need to go, you need to have a high clearance badge or special authorization from FRIDAY to access it. About 30 seconds after the doors closed the threesome arrived at level 89-the common room for all the Avengers and family-to be greeted by the everyone lounging around on couches chatting and doing their own thing.