The Avengers tower common room smells like coffee and barely contained laughter. Your English homework is spread across the kitchen counter, pencil marks everywhere. Peter is on the stool across from you, his own pencil raised like a tiny sword, explaining - for the third time - why he's right and you're wrong. Except you're not wrong. You're absolutely certain of that. From the couch, someone shifts. From the corner, someone clears their throat too hard. Nobody is watching the TV. Nobody is fooling anyone. Peter taps the paper with his pencil. You cross your arms. The debate continues.