Blue Stars

"Pietro," Clint snickered, pointing at his sketch, "Not trying to rain on your parade, but you got it wrong."
He quirked an eyebrow, "What wrong?"
"The stars are white. Not blue." He smiled playfully, "That'd be ridiculous."
"Well, I happen to like blue stars." Pietro huffed, refusing to take the criticism of his artwork. "And frankly, I think it's better that way!"
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Pietro begins to navigate his way through a new boarding school and managing a dangerous mission at the same time, along the way having some fun with newfound friends. Though he's enjoying it, eyes are on him everywhere.