It Starts with a Spark

"Today is a new day." those are the wise and comforting words that my brother, Clark imparted upon me before dropping me off in my new torture device, school. You see, my dear lovely brother and I aren't what we seem. (Of course I can't be sure what we seem like, I've no idea.) You see, my brother, (whose name as I'm sure you have guessed is not Clark) and I are actually agents of S.H.E.I.L.D. (No I don't remember what it stands for, I'm sixteen give me a break)
Most people know us by different names though. My brother (Clint) is Hawkeye, the guy with bow and arrow who like never misses. I, am the ever enigmatic Red Hood, the girl who runs around with a cape and an axe. Needless to say the Barton family has some issues. Which is why we've taken a "leave of absence". To help us regain a "sense of normality", as Clint says. To me, the whole thing is stupid.
Personally, I loved being a super-hero. Taking down bad guys with my big brother and his girlfriend? Awesome! Traveling across the world? For free? Yes please! Seen Captain America's "assests"? Mmmmm. I had the perfect set-up. So what if I had no friends and I terrified boys my age, I was at the top of my game. I was a member of the freaking' Avengers! I didn't NEED a boyfriend or a high school diploma, from a legally recognized school. But no, that wasn't enough for Clint, he not only moved us out of S.H.E.I.L.D. into crappy New York, New York. He enrolled me into The School.
Out of all the things about the move, I personally hate The School, the most. It's really old, and very very very Catholic. Like seriously. With the uniforms and daily mandatory praying. There are pictures of Jesus EVERYWHERE. Plus its a private school, which means everyone who goes there is preppy, overly smart, or snobby. Defiantly not the type of people I want to "socialize" with. But since I'm the "minor" and he's the "legal guardian" he gets to make the decisions and I'm stuck with them. (I really don't understand the legal system.)
So today is my first day at The School, and it's not even the oh-it's your-first-day-fill-out-a-bunch-of- paperwork. (For being only sixteen I'm AWESOME at filling out paperwork, just a little helpful perk of being a spy/super-hero) So I have to actually go to class and sit by all these morons. As much as I love Clint, I seriously hate him right now. That's why when we arrive at The School, I don't say a word just get out and walk away.
You see, Clint needs to talk to someone. It's just how he is, when we were little we would spend hours together, just so he could tell me everything that had happened to him that day. Yet strangely enough he'd never been able to keep a blog. Funny isn't he? So maybe if I don't talk to him he'll just give in. I'm just guessing here, not like I studied my brother psychologically or anything.
For the most part, school was a blur, until final period that is. That's when I met Him. My final class was Biology, and apparently I came in on a partner assignment day. Lucky me. I like the juvenile outcast I am, sat in the back. Thanks to spending years with Natasha I know how to project this vibe, one that says talk to me and I'll fucking kill you, so I'm not bothered. The teacher is more of a moron than the students are; and the students are pretty freaking' bad. He's rambling on about this one time when he was in a band way back in the 70s and the Lord showed himself to him. He says it was the grace of God; I say it was the power of "shrooms. It is quite obvious that this talk is supposed to veer us away from drugs and find God, but really just makes me want to take a nap. in fact maybe I should do just that. Just as I start t settle in, a voice calls
"Hi." I look up, slightly surprised who the hell is bothering me? The person is sitting right in front of me, a tall, lanky, awkwardly adorable guy about my age, with wide brown eyes is peering at me. "Hi," he says again, offering his hand "I'm Peter." I just look at him, blankly, hoping he'll take the hint. Instead he only smiles, which is far too wide and bright. I offer him my hand, hoping that this would would make him leave me alone. It didn't. He smile just widens "So, what's your name?" he asks, if this is his way of flirting with me, all he's doing is irritate me.
"All right class, time to assign partners. Now these partners will be with you for the whole year so be nice. All the partners are assigned, so no switches." He begins calling out names he gets to the B's. "Anna Barton, with Peter Parker." the boy in front of me turns in his seat and smiles, just a little bit smugly. Well, this is going to be just wonderful.

Notes

HEY!!
So this story may seem familiar!
That's because it was published under my other account (which I have been locked out of for some reason)
So I've republsihed it under a new account,
but I am still the original author.