It was a Tuesday and Peter and Emmy were at school. Peter was called out of the classroom and down to the office right after lunch. It meant he would be missing part of reading time, which he was not pleased about, but it also meant he was not in class, which was against the rules and he was all for that. When he arrived at the office, the secretary directed him into the small group meeting room.

"Peter," said the school therapist. "I'm so glad you could meet with me today. I want to talk to you."

"Am I in trouble?" asked Peter, eying the woman suspiciously.

"Not at all," laughed the woman. "I'm Miss Le, the school therapist. I was asked to meet with you and talk about how your life is going so far. I understand you just got adopted."

"Yes," said Peter with a smile, sitting down on the couch opposite the woman. "Dad and Papa are great. I even have a little sister now. Her name is Emmy and she doesn't like strangers."

"And how do you like having a little sister?" asked Miss Le.

"She's awesome! But she gets scared a lot. Papa said it's because she didn't have a nice family like me before she came to live with them. But it's okay now because she lives with us and she doesn't have to be scared all the time."

"And how do you like your new fathers?"

"They're great! I love them. Dad invents all sorts of cool things and we went on a boat last week! Papa tells the best stories and he can do push ups while I'm sitting on his back."

"Sounds like fun."

"It is!"

The session passed quickly. By the end, Miss Le couldn't see what the principal was so worried about, Peter was well adjusted and seemed to have a stable home life to continue that support.

"Peter, I'm going to meet with Emmy now," said Miss Le as the hour ended. "Thank you so much for talking to me today."

"You're welcome," said Peter with a bright smile, hopping up. "Um, but you're not allowed to talk to Emmy alone."

"Why not?" asked Miss Le, her smile turning strained, like it physically pained her to have him tell her what to do.

"Emmy doesn't talk to girls," said Peter as if it were the most obvious thing. "It's a rule."

Peter opened the door and found Emmy sitting on the hard wooden bench outside.

"Hi Emmy!" said Peter. "Come meet my new friend Miss Le."

Emmy looked at Miss Le and paled even more. She slowly limped into the room.

"Peter, go back to class," said Miss Le. "Emmy and I will be fine."

"No thank you," said Peter, lifting Emmy onto the couch before sitting next to her. "I'm just going to wait for Emmy. I told you, Emmy doesn't talk to girls. Unless they are Aunt Natasha. Is Aunt Natasha coming here?"

"I promise, it will be fine," said Miss Le.

"Does my Papa know about this?" asked Peter while Emmy curled into his side.

"Peter, I don't want to have to call the principal but I will if you don't leave. I don't think you want to get suspended again."

"Let me just call Uncle Phil," said Peter, pulling out his emergency cell phone, all his warning bells going off. "He's in charge since Dad and Papa are out of town."

"Hang up the phone," growled Miss Le.

"Uncle Phil?" said Peter, ignoring the woman who was quickly working herself into a rage. "Yeah, um, the school therapist wants to meet with Emmy but she's a girl and I don't think Papa said yes but she wants me to leave her alone with Emmy and I don't know what to do and she says she's going to call the principal and I'm going to get suspended again."

There was a pause and then Peter nodded.

"Yes sir," said Peter. "Okay, bye!"

Peter hung up the phone and climbed of the couch, pulling Emmy down with him.

"Where do you think you're going?" demanded Miss Le.

"Uncle Phil says to go back to class, so I'm taking Emmy back to kindergarten and then I'm going back to fourth grade."

"I don't think so," said Miss Le, getting up to stop them.

"I do," said Peter, marching through the door. "Uncle Phil said to and he's the boss, not you. You don't even know the rules for Emmy."

Peter made it to the front office with Miss Le following before Phil Coulson arrived at school. The agent took one look at the therapist before his face darkened.

"Peter, I want you and Emmy to go with Uncle Clint," said Phil, not taking his eyes off the woman. "He's right outside the door. I already checked you both out of school."

Peter nodded and continued out the door to find Clint standing there, looking through the window with a glare.

"Emmy?" said Clint softly.

Emmy tugged on Peter's arm until the fourth grader picked her up.

"What's going on, Uncle Clint?" asked Peter.

"I'll explain when we get home," said Clint. "I'm proud of you, Peter. You did exactly what you were supposed to do, calling Uncle Phil. You're a smart kid."

"Miss Le wanted to be alone with Emmy," said Peter, as if he couldn't understand how anyone could be as stupid as that. "And she wouldn't tell me if Papa knew."

"And you were very smart to call Uncle Phil. You're a good big brother."

"Why is she here?" whispered Emmy when Clint plucked her out of Peter's arms when Peter looked tired. "You guys promised….daddy promised…."