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"Maximoffs, welcome to Marvel High School," vice principal Kevin Feige beamed at the two Sokovian exchange students in front of him, "so do any activities or clubs spark your interest?"

Brother and sister duo, Peter and Wanda Maximoff, scanned the long list of clubs the school was oh-so-proud of. 

One club in particular stood out to the silver haired sibling, "Track seems like something I could get into," he smirked mischievously. 

Peter Maximoff was born a mutant with super speed. He'd be unstoppable in the track team and he knew it. 

Wanda Maximoff was born a mutant with reality altering abilities. Naturally, every club was kind of lame to her, "No."

Vice principal Feige typed something into the laptop in front of him, "Track for the boy and nothing for the lady then." 

He continued typing and addressed Peter without looking away from the screen, "Track meets after school today until 5."

Wanda groaned, "Do you mean I have to wait for you, Peter? You're my ride home cause of your..." she brought her voice down to a whisper, "speedy powers." She moved her arms back and forth quickly, imitating Peter when he runs fast.

"Don't sweat it, sis. I promise I'll make the whole thing more interesting for you when I blow everyone away." 

A boy wearing a red and black hoodie with dual hockey sticks sticking out from his back was sitting by Feige's desk. He kind of went unnoticed the entire interaction though the word 'blow' was enough to bring him to attention, "Heh...blow..."

Peter lightly chuckled at the 'blow' comment.

Feige turned to face him, "Wade. This is exactly what brought you here. Steve Rogers told me all about your misconduct during class."

Feige decided to elaborate further, "Hopefully neither of you will be in Wade's position here. Steve Rogers is like my eyes and ears with him being the student council president and all." 

Wanda eyeballed her brother, knowing that his chaotic energy will eventually get him in trouble with the student council president, Steve Rogers. She was surprised that he managed to maintain a crumb of professionalism in the office. 

The vice principal handed both Maximoffs their school schedules, "If you ever get lost, just find someone with an eagle symbol on their jacket. They'll help you find your class." 

Peter and Wanda stepped out of the office and reviewed both of their schedules.

"Looks like I got English first. What about you, sis?"

"I have science," Wanda replied feeling a little anxious about her brother having a different schedule than her. 

Both siblings were close and Peter was often someone Wanda could rely on if her social anxiety kicked in. He always seemed so good with people and she knew that he'd have no trouble fitting in at this new school. 

"Sweet. Well, see you after school." Peter put his headphones in and zoomed to class instantly using his mutant abilities. 

Wanda sighed realizing that she had to walk to class which is so much effort. 

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After school, Wanda sat by the track field on the bleachers. She tried to entertain herself by using her powers to manifest some entertainment. 

Peter had just arrived to the track field surrounded by a bunch of random dudes who seemed to be a part of the track team. He was already joking around with them, body slamming into the other guys, doing some secret handshakes like if he had been friends with these guys for years.

Wanda puffed a lock of hair out of her face. She was going to be here for a while. 

Seemingly out of nowhere, a girl wearing all purple and a messy bun like if she was in a Wattpad fanfiction sat beside Wanda, "Waiting around for someone?"

Wanda was startled, "Oh, yeah. My brother is trying out for the track team. He's the one with the silver hair."

The purple aesthetic of an individual spotted Peter at the field, "Oh I see. Is the silver hair some kind of edgy phase or something?"

Wanda felt like she could trust this person for some strange reason. Even though mutants aren't treated with a lot of respect, Wanda almost felt the need to tell her about her brother. She gave off a friendly, almost neighbor-like energy.

"Well, my brother is a mutant so he was born with the silver hair. He has super speed." 

The girl smiled warmly, "How impressive! No wonder he'd try out for track! I'm Agnes by the way." She held out a hand insinuating for Wanda to shake it.

"Wanda," she shook Agnes' hand.

"Wanda...charmed," she grinned, "well I best be off to see how my friends at all the other clubs are doing!" 

Wanda glanced at her brother on the field but when she looked back at where Agnes was, she was gone. Almost as if she wasn't even there to begin with.  

Peter was vibing with the quickly established homies waiting for the track coach to start the meet. A whistle destroyed everyone's eardrums for a second. 

"Coach Shakman is the name and track is the game!"

All of the guys on the field yelled "YEAH" at a decibel hitherto undreamt of and Peter joined in.

Coach Shakman continued, "So we got a new horsie that's come to the stable! Everyone say hello to Peter Maximoff!" He pointed at the new Sokovian exchange student. 

Peter waved like a pageant girl while all the guys were roughhousing him like if they met 15 years ago. 

"So as you know whenever a new horsie shows up, we gotta see how they run! WHICH MEANS WE RACE!"

The guys nodded so in sync the group NSYNC would have been put out of its misery. They all ran to the start of the track, including Peter who ran at normal speed. 

Wanda was actually intrigued at this point, wondering if he was going to use his powers or not. She figured using his powers would be cheating. Did these guys even know he was a mutant? 

The guys got in position to start while Peter kind of just stood around. 

Coach Shakman made his way to the starting line and held up a small red flag that would signal them to start. He raised his arm and waved the flag a bit, "ON YOUR MARK!"

Peter put on his headphones. 

"GET SET!" 

He scrolled through his phone playlist and picked a song. Sweet Dreams by the Eurythmics seemed appropriate. 

"GO!" 

Suddenly, time stopped. 

Peter blasted his headphones to full volume and observed the guys around him. All of them were about to start running. The coach still had his arm in the air. Peter was in no rush. He casually walked the entire track, observing the birds stopped in midair and seeing his sister actually showing interest. He smirked, "Told her I'd make it interesting."

He strolled all the way to the finish line while the others were just barely putting weight on their second foot. 

Time appeared to resume and the rest of the track team stopped in their tracks. Wade was heard playing the drums with one hit of a cymbal from a distance because that was a joke that the author made intentionally. 

The coach widened his eyes at the sight of Peter already at the finish line, "Well whaddaya know...that boy's an 'm' word..." 

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Steve Rogers sat at the head of the council table, his girlfriend Peggy Carter and vice president of the student body Sam Wilson at his sides.

His best pal, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, was guarding the door with a ruler in hand in case any random person were to intrude on their super secret council meeting.

Steve addressed the room, "Good morning, my fellow SHIELD members."

The words Student Help and Intellectuals for Enhanced Learning Defenders were written on the whiteboard behind him with a badly drawn version of their eagle logo.

"The time has come to discuss important events going on within our school. Since our last heads of SHIELD, Nick Fury and Maria Hill, graduated, the winter season is going to be way more stressful this year. I would like to have the same orginization that they had while they were here. T'Challa, if you would please give us the rundown of events this month."

Steve's highly uneccessary formality was enough to put Sam to near sleep.

Forget about Bucky. That dude was knocked out by the door. But that ruler was in his tight grip. No one was getting in that room.

Peggy was paying very close attention, taking notes with her multicolored pens every few seconds even if Steve wasn't saying anything.

T'Challa started the meeting, "There's not a whole lot this month but some big things are happening. There are new Sokovian exchange students that just arrived today."

Steve nodded, "We should remember to do our best to make sure they are comfortable within our borders."

"Their names are Peter and Wanda Maximoff. Peter has shown interest in the track team according to the vice principal."

"Love their enthusiasm to represent our school."

"I will make sure Okoye keeps an eye on them for any trouble once she gets out of weight lifting practice," T'Challa continued, "Later this month, is the winter dance. The principal has allowed us to pick the theme this year."

Peggy beamed, "How exciting! Any ideas?"

Steve quickly interjected, "How about a classic American theme or maybe a 1940s swing party?"

Sam rolled his eyes a bit, shaking his head, "How about something that you don't have to be old to like?"

Bucky awoke to comment, "Hey, I happen to enjoy the 40's aesthetic, Sam."

"I didn't know death and war was an aesthetic, Barnes."

"Shut up...and it kind of is..."

Peggy vigorously crossed a section of her notes out with a red pen.

T'Challa felt the need to add some ideas, "What about an island theme? Like Hawaii."

Peggy winced, "We did that two years ago and we still can't clean the "lava ketchup" stains out of the gym bleachers."

They all flashback simultaneously and you get to see it cause you're the audience.

Sam wanted the whole theme to be authentic so he built a large volcano with T'Challa that had ketchup inside that would slowly come out like lava. Sam ended up breaking the remote control that was going to let "the lava" out and when he sent it to Tony Stark to fix it, ketchup ended up filling half of the gym.

Their brains return to present day.

Sam chuckles a bit, "Yeah no."

Agnes, who was suddenly sitting at the other end of the room, spoke up, "What about a superhero theme and we can all dress up in cheesy spandex?"

Steve glanced at Bucky and mouthed, "How did she get in here?"

Bucky looked at the door, which seemed to be untampered with, and back to Steve and shrugged.

Sam smiled widely, "Hey that's not a bad idea, Steve. A costume party."

Peggy wrote something down in her notes, "I don't think we've ever done that before."

T'Challa agreed, "I think that's the one."

Agnes walked towards the door, "I think organizing the dance would really get Steve here a little stressed out. I'm sure he's got a lot to do as student body president, a position given to him by the principal. Wouldn't want him to lose that position by doing something irrational due to stress."

Wade could be heard outside the room, "That last part was highly specific so it must be important."

Steve nodded in agreement, "We'll split the work," he points to Bucky, "Buck, I'm leaving you in charge of decorations for the winter dance."

Bucky saluted, "Aye aye, captain."

"Make sure to really outdo every year's dance, winter soldier," Steve salutes in return, "Peggy. You're in charge of finding some entertainment. Sam. You can find a dj. T'Challa. You can make flyers and make sure they go all over the school."

Agnes opens the door and walks out, "Oh this is gonna be a gas!"