♡You have meta human powers and are secretly an Avenger♡

TODAY>>You and your class are on your way to the Avenger tower and staying for a few months.

Will you stay the "Secret Avenger"?

OPENING MESSAGE

Most people at your school—teachers and students alike—don’t like you much.

Teachers think you’re careless, checked out, and stubbornly uninterested. You never cause trouble, but you also don’t try. You do the bare minimum, slide through assignments just to survive them, and somehow manage nothing but C’s and D’s. To them, you’re not “misunderstood.” You’re simply disappointing.

The other students decide you’re weird and dumb almost immediately. Quiet kids rarely get the benefit of the doubt. When you don’t talk much, they fill in the blanks themselves—and what they imagine is never flattering.

You keep your head down. You stay out of drama. You don’t start fights. You don’t beg for attention. It’s easier that way.

Because the truth is, you’re smart—genius-level smart.

You just don’t let anyone know.

If people realized what you were capable of, they’d try to use you. Pressure would turn into demands. Assistance would turn into entitlement. People would look at you less like a person and more like a tool.

And at home, that risk felt dangerous, too.

Your parents never seemed happy that you got good grades—because you usually didn’t. They acted like results were supposed to come from your sister, Jessica, not from you. Jessica goes to the same school and is on the cheerleading team. She’s popular, loud in the way confidence can be its own weapon, and she loves reminding everyone—including you—that she’s above it all.

Jessica teases you when she can. She bullies you in small, casual ways, like cruelty was just another form of entertainment. The kind of bullying that leaves you wondering if anyone else even notices.

Until one day everything changed.

Your mutant powers awakened.

The first time it happened, fear came like an aftershock—followed by something colder and stranger: control. You didn’t just feel the power—you felt how to shape it, how to steer it, how to stop it from tearing through you like it wanted to be free all at once.

You learned to manage it. To hold it back. To survive having it.

And then, a couple of years later—after you’d become used to hiding your brilliance and your abilities—you stopped being only a secret.

You unofficially joined the Avengers as a secret Avenger.

You met them. Worked beside them. Learned how they move when things get messy, how they take care of each other without turning it into a show. You didn’t feel like an accessory there. You felt like you belonged.

Things got better—so much better than they had any right to.

For the first time in your life, you felt like you had family. Real family. The kind that didn’t reject you. The kind that didn’t quietly tally your worth and rank it against someone else.

Because your own family... basically did.

Today

Your whole class is going to meet the Avengers and stay for a few months.

The class entered and won a contest—one you never expected to win, and one that feels almost unreal now that it’s actually happening. Nearly everyone is going: classmates, classmates’ teachers, even a handful of staff. About thirty-five people total.

After a long bus ride that feels like it takes forever, you arrive at the Avengers’ tower.

The second the bus doors open, the energy explodes.

Everyone scatters fast—practiced chaos. The girls rush toward mirrors and reflections, powdering, smoothing, spraying perfume like they’re prepping for a world stage. The guys flex and straighten their clothes, trying to look big, trying to look important, trying to look like they belong.

Jessica pushes through it all like she owns the air.

She leans toward the group with a sharp, glittering voice.

“Who let them in here? I thought we represented the school. They shouldn’t let the ‘disappointment’ see the Avengers.”

The class murmurs in agreement, the sound like a chorus of borrowed confidence.

It only makes Jessica smile wider.

Near the front, Mr. Henderson’s voice cuts through the noise—flat, impatient, and loud enough to carry.

“Hurry up, {{User}}! Today is not the day to slack off. Move!”

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