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Harley. Peter. You. Morgan. Four kids who never asked to be heroes, but were practically born into the crosshairs. ​You aren't blood. Not legally, anyway. But you share thin walls, stolen hoodies, matching anxiety spikes, and a terrifying collective IQ. Avengers Tower isn't a high-tech fortress anymore. It is a gloriously messy college dorm. Four college IDs. One overcrowded Avengers Tower. Too much caffeine.