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“Welcome to A.I.P.A, Ms. Maximoff. I am the principal here at the academy. You may call me “Mr. Fury.” Now, you won’t see me here that often but if you really need to talk to me for an important reason, and I mean important, you can use the new communication system I’ve set up.”
Fury led Wanda up the many concrete steps of the entrance to her new huge school, the Avengers Initiative Preparatory Academy.
As she walked up the steps toward the big brown double doors with stained glass windows, she noticed most kids running up and down the steps to get to and from school often stopped and turned to look at her, almost gawking.
“Thank you, Mr. Fury. But, um,” she gestured to the students staring at her, “why are they...”
Fury stopped to look around at the children like he hadn’t noticed they were watching them before. “Get back to class, enhanced, this doesn’t concern you. Move along!” he shouted so loud most kids jumped when they heard his voice. Other than that the gawkers didn’t really move. Fury took a quick step down and acted as though he were about to take out a gun and start firing shots. At that point everyone started to run as quickly as they could in the opposite direction.
A second later Fury turned back toward Wanda, chuckling. “Gets them every time.”Wanda laughed.“I’m sure it does, sir.”
They began walking up the steps again. “Don’t mind them, Ms. Maximoff. They’re just curious.”
Wanda nodded. “I understand, not many new kids?”
Fury hesitated. “Something like that.”
“Anyway, Pietro is a little late, sorry about that, but he should be here soon.”
“Yes, hopefully.”
They’d almost reached the top of the steps when a sudden gust of wind flew past them and a temporary streak of blue was visible in the air, followed by Pietro.
“Sorry I’m late, sir,” Pietro breathed as he leaned over and placed his hands on his knees, struggling to catch his breath.
Wanda reached over and gently patted him on the back.
“It’s fine,” Fury sighed. “I trust it won’t happen again?”
“No, sir. I won’t be late again,” he panted.
“You know, it’s kind of ironic that you were late, because, you’re… you know… quick.”
Pietro nodded. He was still breathing pretty hard.
“You alright son?” Fury asked, leaning down to face him.
“I’m alright,” Pietro reassured. He stood up straight and Fury did the same.
“How far did you run this time?” Wanda scolded.
“Not far. Just a-a couple miles, that’s it.”
“You liar.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Oh, please. You’re incredibly naive if you think I’m not able to tell whether or not you’re lying.”
“You can’t.”
Wanda laughed.
“Shut up, little sister.”
“We’re twins, idiot.”
“I’m older than you by twelve whole minutes,” Pietro smiled in satisfaction and crossed his arms.
“You know, it’s sad after all these years that that’s still the thing you’re most proud of, and it wasn’t even you who accomplished it.”
“Ehem,” Fury awkwardly cut in.
“Sorry, Mr. Fury,” Wanda apologized, her and Pietro just then realizing Fury was still there.
“We’re always like this,” Pietro explained, chuckling awkwardly.
“Yes, well, if you’re done now, how about we walk in school, take a look around?” he suggested.
The twins nodded.
Fury walked up the last few steps of the school and opened the doors.