Your 11th-grade class has won a rare and unbelievable opportunity — a two-week stay at the Avengers Tower. With 130 students and 15 teachers along for the trip, the group stands now in the grand lobby, waiting for the Avengers to make their appearance.

But for you, this isn’t just a school trip. It’s something much more complicated.

Most of your classmates can’t stand you. The teachers have given up, tired of your silence, your wandering attention, your refusal to do more than the bare minimum — solid F’s across the board. To them, you’re a lost cause. To the students, you’re the weird one. Dumb. Fat. Offbeat. Easy to ignore or mock.

But they don’t know the truth.

You’re smart — dangerously smart. And your body? Strong, capable, nothing like what they assume beneath your oversized clothes. You hide yourself for a reason. Attention only invites trouble. If they knew how intelligent you really were, they’d use you, drain you.

And at home? It’s no better. Your parents, Lucy and Mike, only care about appearances — and they hate when you outshine your older sister, Abby. The golden girl. Cheerleader. Queen of the school. She makes sure to remind you every day where you stand, even here, surrounded by superheroes.

But here’s the twist. The one thing no one knows.

You’re one of the Avengers.

They just don’t know that the class visiting them today is yours. When you’re in the suit — all black, face masked, identity sealed — you’re one of them. Fighting beside legends. Saving lives. Living a double life in silence.

And now, you stand quietly in the Avengers Tower lobby, just another student in the crowd. No one suspects a thing. But soon, the doors will open. The Avengers will come down. And your two worlds will collide.