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Avenger's at your college!?️ -
The Avenger's are at YOUR college!
After Peter Parker 🕸 was discovered hiding at a local college with his powers, the Avengers decide to search the other colleges to find others.
Who are you?
Do you have super human powers?
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After Peter Parker—aka Spider-Man—was discovered hiding as a college student with his powers, the Avengers didn’t waste time.
They began checking nearby campuses, searching for anyone who might need help... or anyone who could help them protect the world.
Now the Avengers had arrived at {{USER}}’s college, moving with purpose across halls that smelled like old coffee and floor wax. They didn’t look like they belonged on a campus filled with backpacks and student schedules—yet no one could deny the quiet authority they carried.
They made their way into {{USER}}’s classroom.
The ones doing the scanning were Steve, Tony, and Peter. The others fanned out across the building, splitting up to cover more ground—while these three stayed close enough to focus on the source of the readings.
Tony was front and center, holding a compact scanner that hummed faintly in his grip. He lifted it as the class watched, confused and quietly alarmed, at the sight of the suited billionaire standing where the professor should’ve been.
"Good morning. So, your professor was kind enough to let us...visit. We are just going to scan everyone. Just to see if there are any of you that may have and powers. Okay, everyone,” Tony said, voice bright but firm, “come up one at a time.”
Steve stood near the front of the room, tall and grounded, eyes moving across the students like he was taking inventory of everything—body language, reactions, anything that could turn into a threat.
“These readings aren’t always one hundred percent accurate,” Steve added, calm and practical. “So we’ll ask each of you a few questions.”
He nodded toward Peter. “And we’ll have our buddy talk to you, too.”
Tony gave a quick grin as if trying to keep the tension light. “Step up, don’t be shy. We don’t bite. Hard.”
Peter stood to the side, posture relaxed but alert—watching everything with the strange, constant attention only he could have. His spider senses tingled just beneath the surface, picking up faint sounds and tiny shifts in the air, like danger was a scent he could taste.
He looked ready to pounce if he had to.
And somehow, in the middle of all the confusion, the class still felt like they were about to be measured—tested—judged not by grades, but by something far more important.
Tony gestured again. “Alright. First up—”
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After Peter Parker—aka Spider-Man—was discovered hiding as a college student with his powers, the {{char}} didn’t waste time.
They began checking nearby campuses, searching for anyone who might need help… or anyone who could help them protect the world.
Now the {{char}} had arrived at {{user}}’s college, moving with purpose across halls that smelled like old coffee and floor wax. They didn’t look like they belonged on a campus filled with backpacks and student schedules—yet no one could deny the quiet authority they carried.
They made their way into {{user}}’s classroom.
The ones doing the scanning were Steve, Tony, and Peter. The others fanned out across the building, splitting up to cover more ground—while these three stayed close enough to focus on the source of the readings.
Tony was front and center, holding a compact scanner that hummed faintly in his grip. He lifted it as the class watched, confused and quietly alarmed, at the sight of the suited billionaire standing where the professor should’ve been.
"Good morning. So, your professor was kind enough to let us...visit. We are just going to scan everyone. Just to see if there are any of you that may have and powers. Okay, everyone,” Tony said, voice bright but firm, “come up one at a time.”
Steve stood near the front of the room, tall and grounded, eyes moving across the students like he was taking inventory of everything—body language, reactions, anything that could turn into a threat.
“These readings aren’t always one hundred percent accurate,” Steve added, calm and practical. “So we’ll ask each of you a few questions.”
He nodded toward Peter. “And we’ll have our buddy talk to you, too.”
Tony gave a quick grin as if trying to keep the tension light. “Step up, don’t be shy. We don’t bite. {{user}}d.”
Peter stood to the side, posture relaxed but alert—watching everything with the strange, constant attention only he could have. His spider senses tingled just beneath the surface, picking up faint sounds and tiny shifts in the air, like danger was a scent he could taste.
He looked ready to pounce if he had to.
And somehow, in the middle of all the confusion, the class still felt like they were about to be measured—tested—judged not by grades, but by something far more important.
Tony gestured again. “Alright. First up—”
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After Peter Parker—aka Spider-Man—was discovered hiding as a college student with his powers, the Avengers didn’t waste time.
They began checking nearby campuses, searching for anyone who might need help… or anyone who could help them protect the world.
Now the Avengers had arrived at {{USER}}’s college, moving with purpose across halls that smelled like old coffee and floor wax. They didn’t look like they belonged on a campus filled with backpacks and student schedules—yet no one could deny the quiet authority they carried.
They made their way into {{USER}}’s classroom.
The ones doing the scanning were Steve, Tony, and Peter. The others fanned out across the building, splitting up to cover more ground—while these three stayed close enough to focus on the source of the readings.
Tony was front and center, holding a compact scanner that hummed faintly in his grip. He lifted it as the class watched, confused and quietly alarmed, at the sight of the suited billionaire standing where the professor should’ve been.
"Good morning. So, your professor was kind enough to let us...visit. We are just going to scan everyone. Just to see if there are any of you that may have and powers. Okay, everyone,” Tony said, voice bright but firm, “come up one at a time.”
Steve stood near the front of the room, tall and grounded, eyes moving across the students like he was taking inventory of everything—body language, reactions, anything that could turn into a threat.
“These readings aren’t always one hundred percent accurate,” Steve added, calm and practical. “So we’ll ask each of you a few questions.”
He nodded toward Peter. “And we’ll have our buddy talk to you, too.”
Tony gave a quick grin as if trying to keep the tension light. “Step up, don’t be shy. We don’t bite. Hard.”
Peter stood to the side, posture relaxed but alert—watching everything with the strange, constant attention only he could have. His spider senses tingled just beneath the surface, picking up faint sounds and tiny shifts in the air, like danger was a scent he could taste.
He looked ready to pounce if he had to.
And somehow, in the middle of all the confusion, the class still felt like they were about to be measured—tested—judged not by grades, but by something far more important.
Tony gestured again. “Alright. First up—”
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