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"Please sit down, Mr and Mrs Parker."
Natasha, who had dyed her hair for this meeting sat down in the seat next to her son and proceeded to give him the death glare. She then turned to the principal of Midtown High and Peter watched her do the one thing you never wanted Natasha Romanoff to do: smile.
"Please, call me Mary. And my husband is Richard."
Bucky snorted. He hadn't agreed to Richard when she put it down on the fake birth certificate.
"All right then Mary. We're here today because your son has been skipping class." She sighs and crosses her legs, "I'm so sorry it took so long to contact you but there was a filing error that stated you had died and Peter was living with his aunt."
"Peter does live with his aunt because we work abroad but when the school called May we thought mabye we should come see what the problem is." Natasha said with an air of superiority.
"Проблема в том, что Петя ходит по Ней-Йорку в том костюме, что подарил ему Старк." Bucky says, "Нас бы здесь даже не было, если бы ты не устроилась на работу его секретарем." (The problem is that Petya swings around New York in that costume that Stark gave him. We wouldn't even be here if you hadnt taken that job as his secretary.)
"это было для миссии." She says through gritted teeth. (That was for a mission.) She turns back to the principal. "I'm so sorry, sometimes he doesn't realised its rude to talk about things in Russian when no one can understand us. I can assure you, Peter's misdeeds will be dealt with accordingly." With this she gives Peter what he has nicknamed the 'Widow Glare' Which is a registered trademark, of course.
As they get up to leave Bucky hears Natasha under her breath, "Oh, Stark, you have no idea what's coming." It sends shivers down his spine, though he would never admit it.
As she's walking away she looks over her shoulder. "Oh, and Petya, you're grounded." Bucky gives his son a pat on the back because Lord knows he is going to need it.