Summary: To her classmates, she's just plain old Peggy Parker. To the Avengers, she's Margret Maria Stark-Rogers, daughter of the supercouple Tony and Steve Stark-Rogers. To the rest of the world, she's Spider-Man, a vigilante who has no name or face. With keeping her identity a secret from the people she loves and juggling high school woes, Peggy honestly didn't think she would have time for anything menial like dating. Leave it to Wade Wilson to prove her wrong.

~*Remember*~

A buzzing noise was the first thing Peggy noticed when she woke up. She groaned, rolling over into her pillows, trying to block out the noise.

"Ma'am, if you do not get out of bed now, you will be late for school," a melodic, comforting voice rang from the ceiling.

"JARVIS, I'm a straight-A student. Surely Dad and Pop will let me miss one day of school," Peggy said, trying to reason with the AI.

"I will ask your parents, but if they say otherwise, you will need to hurry in order to make it to school on time," JARVIS tells her. It became silent for a few blissful moments, Peggy already half-asleep when she hears "Your father told you to get out of bed immediately."

Peggy sighs as she gets up, stretching her sleepy limbs. "Was it Dad or Pop who said that?" she asked, even though she already knows the answer.

"The latter," JARVIS replies, to Peggy's not-surprise. "If you only take five minutes to both shower and dress, you will be able to have enough time to eat breakfast with your family," the AI says matter-of-factly, but Peggy can sense a little bit of sass under the helpful tone. Only Dad would be able to program a sassy AI, Peggy thought as she undressed, following JARVIS' advice and showering quickly. Most people would find it odd to have a unseeing eye on you 24/7, but for Peggy it was actually comforting to know that there was someone watching over her. And also have someone who knew her secret. Fortunately JARVIS agreed to keep her Spider-secret until after she graduated high school, which was only a few more months away (along with Peggy's birthday). Peggy threw on an old pair of paint-stained jeans and a faded Captain America t-shirt, grabbing her backpack and racing down the hall into the kitchen.

Pop was already there cooking breakfast, the smell of bacon wafting throughout their floor. Dad was there too, surprisingly. Pop must've convinced him to come up from his lab to see his daughter off on the first day of her last semester. Dad already had a cup of coffee in his hands, the bags under his eyes not as bad as they could've been (Peggy still remembers when she was eight and found her Dad passed out on the floor in his lab; he and Pop had a huge fight after that. Peggy still remembers the tears in Pop's eyes, scared for Dad's safety). "Mornin', Dad," she says, giving her Dad a one-armed hug and kissing his stubbly cheek.

Dad rubbed his cheek, feigning annoyance at the early-morning affection from his daughter. "I still don't understand why she can't miss school for one day," he grumbled, taking a sip from his coffee.

Peggy turned to Pop, a look of complete and total agreement on her face. Pop stared back at his daughter and husband, unimpressed. "Because Peggy needs to socialize with more than the Bots and the team, Tony. You may have been able to get away from that, but I refuse to let our daughter become a hermit."

Dad snorted. "Steve, babe, she's like me. She's bound to have some antisocial tendencies."

"Already do," Peggy said, grabbing a plate and piling it high with eggs. Perk of having a super-soldier for a dad is that she was always hungry, capable of eating a lot of food and still being hungry. Made Avengers Night really interesting. Especially that one time when she challenged Uncle Clint to an eating-contest. Dad was really proud of her for that one (Pop was too, but he would never admit it). "Is the bacon done yet?" she asked Pop, holding her already-full plate out expectantly.

Dad rolls his eyes as Pop adds three slices of bacon to her plate. "I swear, you haven't stopped eating since you were conceived. Even before we knew you were there, you were making me eat more. You two are bottomless pits."

Peggy shrugged. "Better than being a Skrull," she pointed out, looking up and almost spitting out her eggs when she noticed the time. "Shit! I'm gonna be late," Peggy said before shoveling the eggs into her mouth at rapid speed.

"Language!" Pop chastised.

"Aw, Steve, let the kid live a little. She's only gonna be seventeen for so long," Dad told Pop. Peggy put her dirty dish in the sink, running to kiss her Pop and Dad on the cheek before grabbing her backpack. "What time will you be home by?" Peggy hid her smirk. No matter what the rest of the world thought, Dad really did care.

"Around three-thirty, depending on how long Gwen wants to work on homework together. No later than four though. I remembered that its Shawarma Monday."

Dad nodded, humming in agreement. "Just call us if you need anything. And by 'us', I mean him," he said, pointing at Pop. "I think I'm gonna take a nap."

Peggy laughed. "See you in a few days then," she joked, running to the elevator, JARVIS closing the doors before Peggy could hear Dad's response. She leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. She hoped Flash and the others would take it easier on her today, but she knew that hope was in vain. Why would they quit now? They never did. The elevator 'ding'ed, signaling Peggy's arrival to the ground floor. She walked towards the garage, excited to use "her baby." It was team's congratulations for passing your driver's test and getting your motorcycle license, something Peggy felt she really didn't deserve but was extremely grateful for. Especially since she was painted red and silver, the Avengers colors. She climbed onto the bike, securing her helmet and making sure her backpack wouldn't slip before turning on her ride, the engine purr music to Peggy's ears. "JARVIS," she said into the comm unit embedded in her helmet, "open the garage door, please."

JARVIS complied, the door opening. Peggy revved her engine twice before taking off, squeezing her way into traffic. "There are no police officers anywhere in the vicinity, ma'am," JARVIS told her. Mind-reader, Peggy thought, smiling. She drove in between traffic, breaking a few laws here and there. It wasn't like she couldn't pay for the tickets, but she didn't need Pop grounding her for traffic violations. Before she knew it, she was at school. The building loomed over her, signaling a bad day ahead. "Have a good day," JARVIS told her.

Peggy smiled. "Thanks, J," she says to the AI before removing her helmet. She walked her bike towards the alley on the side of the school where the punk kids hung out before and after school. Peggy had known their leader Harry since they were little kids. They always kept an eye on each other, even though they didn't hang out as much since middle school. "Mornin', guys," Peggy said cheerfully.

The stares she received were impressive, but not as much as her Aunt Nat's glares. Harry and his girlfriend MJ were sitting on the ground doodling. Harry looked up, smiling at Peggy. Despite the make-up and hair-dye, he was still the same Harry Peggy knew. "Peggy!" he yelled, sounding as charming as ever.

"Hey, Harry," Peggy said, pushing the kick-stand into place. She set the alarm on her bike, confident that JARVIS would take care of her. "How're you guys doing?"

"I'd rather be in bed with this beautiful girl," Harry said, kissing MJ's cheek. Peggy gags at the intimate action, feeling jealous. Not of MJ, god no! She was jealous they had someone; Peggy had always felt out of place not having any boyfriends or significant others (she'd come out as pan the year before after having a lot of time to think about who she was). Peggy always felt like the third wheel when she went out with the team (in disguise, of course) and everyone has someone: Dad and Pop, Uncle Bruce and Aunt Tasha, Uncles Clint and Phil, Uncles Sam and Bucky, and (when they were on Midgard) Uncle Thor and Aunt Jane. Seriously, do you know how awkward it is when your family is kissing each other left and right and you're just sitting there like forever alone?! Very. But at least these two could keep their hand to themselves in public... for the most part. "How about you?" Harry asks Peggy, breaking through her thoughts.

"Y'know, same old, same old. Getting straight A's and forever alone," Peggy said, deadly serious.

The only reaction she got was laughter from the wonder couple. "I'm sure it won't be long before you find a boyfriend, Pegs," MJ assured her.

"Or girlfriend," Harry chimed in. MJ pointed at her boyfriend, nodding in agreement.

Peggy rolls her eyes at the two. "I have enough love from my family to last me for right now. But thanks for the confidence boost."

Harry bows slightly. "Our pleasure, Ms. Parker."

Another eye roll. "Later, guys. I have to get to my locker." Peggy waves at everyone as she walks away. As she enters the school, Peggy feel her spidey-senses go off. She ducks in time, a chemistry book almost hitting her in the head. She glares at the person responsible, seeing that its Flash Thompson. He hasn't stopped harassing her ever since she refused to go out with him a few years back. Peggy looks away, not wanting to give Flash any more satisfaction than she already has. She rounds the corner, smiling when she sees a familiar set of red sunglasses. "Hey Scott!" Peggy yells.

Scott Summers looks up from his boyfriend, smiling when he sees Peggy. Kurt Wagner turns around, also smiling. She runs over to them, giving them both hugs. They have a three-way hug for a few minutes before letting go. "Good morning, Peggy. How are you today?" Kurt asked, his German accent heavy.

Peggy shrugged. "Besides almost getting hit in the head with a textbook, I'm actually doing pretty good."

"Flash again?" When Peggy nodded, Scott pursed his lips. "Are you sure you don't want us to do anything about him? I'm sure Johnny would be more than willing to help me―"

Peggy leveled the mother of all looks at him, shutting Scott up. "We all know I can fight my own battles. Besides, it's only a few more months until I never have to see his face ever again."

"Never see who again?" Johnny Storm asked, coming to stand next to Peggy. "I hope you don't mean me. I don't think I could handle the heartbreak." He even clutched his chest and pouted dramatically.

Johnny received a punch to the shoulder for his troubles. "Gwen could easily heal that wound, Storm. And I was talking about Flash."

The Human Torch nodded. "Of course. Hey! Did you hear about the new kid?"

"This late in the year?" Kurt asked, his curiosity piqued.

Johnny nodded. "Apparently he just got out of Juvie or something."

Peggy scoffed. "Did he tell you that or did you hear it from the rumor mill?" Johnny's silence confirmed her suspicions. "Seriously? You're judging this kid without getting to know him? You need to learn a little more compassion John―" Peggy's words were cut off by a body slamming into her, knocking her on the ground, flat on her back. She was dazed for a moment before she felt a hand grab her and haul her back to her feet. Peggy was ready to cuss the person out, but her breath halted when her blue eyes met hazel ones. "Woah," she breathed, turning beet red a second later. The mystery guy was also staring at her in surprise. He had light brown hair and a nice tan going. Peggy cleared her throat, looking away quickly before flitting her eyes back to him, trying not to oggle. "Sorry about that. I don't think I've met you before. I'm Peggy Parker, and this is Johnny Storm, Scott Summers and Kurt Wagner," the teen said, indicating to her friends before holding out a hand for the new kid to shake.

He took her hand immediately, his grip firm and warm. "Wade Wilson. And I'm sorry about running into you, but I needed to get away from this asshole or otherwise thing wouldn't have ended well."

Peggy nodded in understanding. "Did he have an ugly mug and lightning bolts down the side of his head?" Wade nodded, and Peggy smirked. "Yeah, that's Flash. If you can avoid him, do so. God knows how many times I've wanted to murder him, but I know I'm the better person. That and I know someone would kick my ass for doing something so tedious and wasteful."

Wade chuckled. "You got moxy," he said, eyes glinting mischievously. He looked down, his cheeks reddening slightly. Peggy looked down too, surprised that they were still shaking hands (though at this point it was more like hand holding). They both let go immediately. "And knowing my luck, that asshole will gravitate towards me."

"Well, if you ever need any help, come find me," Peggy said, "I know people who can help you out and give you free entertainment."

It was Wade's turn to smirk, causing Peggy to flush and her stomach to clench. "Will do, m'lady," he said, grabbing her hand again and bending down to kiss the back of it. Peggy's flush deepened, the shock of the bell preventing her from doing anything stupid. The teen straightened his back. "Until next time, Miss Parker," Wade purred, giving Peggy's hand a final squeeze before turning and sauntering down the halls. Peggy ignored her friends, dazed and confused. What just happened? she thought.