Tony

Tony lazily traced the outline of the glowing triagular device implated in his chest with a precise finger. It was still a bit surreal, he had created this, this gigantic leap in the scientific community, yet no one knew of such a brilliance even existed. This annoyed him to no end but he managed to keep it secret despite all the attention that came with being the son of Howard Stark brought. Sometimes he had to remind himself why he was keeping it from the world, why he refused to let anyone know. And her face would always pop into his head, smiling that sweet smile that he couldn't resist. The was a knock at the door, causing the boy genius to jump and scramble for his shirt.

"Uh, hold on a second!" He yelled, trying to force his head through his shirt.

"Tony?" A soft voice called, allowing him to sigh in relief and stop trying to force the t-shirt over his head(which wasn't really working anyway).

"Come in Pep," he called, just as the large oak door to his bedroom slowly creeped open.

The redhead stuck her head into the room, smiling at her long-time friend with that small sweet smile. Her eyes momentarily flickered to the device in his chest before she swiftly shut the door and joined him on his bed.

"How's it going?" She asked, her light blue eyes showing concern. Tony smirked slightly.

"Pretty good, I got this raging case of heartburn but other than that..." She shoved him playfully but the concern still littered her eyes.

"Really Pepper, I'm fine." He inisted, meeting her eyes with his own dark ones. She blinked before smiling once again and nodding in understanding. They were silent for a moment, neither sure of what to say. Tony hated awkward silences, they were always so...awkward. He opened his mouth to make some obscene remark about Pepper catching him without his shirt to lighten the mood but was beat to it by Pepper herself.

"So you excited for school tomorrow?" She blurted. Leave it to Pepper to turn the subject onto school but it was a welcomed relief to the silence from before.

"Ha excited? Pepper you and I both know that this new school's not going to be any different than the others. Just filled with people wanting something from 'Tony Stark' or his assistant." He laughed bitterly, remembering all the others schools they had attended where the same scenario had transpired.

"I'm not your assistant."

Tony gave her a confused look,"I was talking about Rhodey."

The redhead just rolled her eyes, getting up from his bed and walking to his door,much to his disappointment.

"Whatever, Stark. Get some sleep."

"Yes sir." He agreed with a salute, tucking himself into the covers like a good solider.

"Rhodey would be proud." Pepper laughed. Tony grinned, turning away from the door to give the illusion of sleep when in reality he would be awake for a few more hours before exhastion overtook him.

"And Tony?"

"Hmm?" He asked, rolling back over to face the girl again. She had a stern yet worried look on her face as she spoke,"You really should give people the benefit of the doubt. If you're afraid of being used again I understand but you shouldn't push everyone away, feelings get hurt and hearts get broken. Remember that okay? Good night." With that she was gone, leaving Tony alone with the luminous glow of his brilliance. He tapped away at it as he contimplated her words. Maybe she was right, it had been months after the incident, maybe it was time for him to others back in, especially Pepper and Rhodey. But he knew he couldn't, not yet, not even with them. So as he tapped at the arc reactor in his chest he silently begged that the nightmares wouldn't be so bad tonight.

Steve

Steve coughed, sounding as if he was retching away all of his organs into the tissue cupped in his hand. After his coughing fit he plopped down against his bed again, hoping he could make it 5 minutes without another fit. He thought that he was immune to all sicknesses but it seems that even the most advanced of sciences could best the common cold. He wrapped his comforter closer around himself as his body was racked by a set of powerful chills, teeth chattering together(though more out of dramatic effect that actual cold). It would be his luck to get a cold before school started the following morning. He didn't even want to get out of bed for meals, let alone to get to a school 6 miles away, though it wasn't as if he had to walk but still! He shook off his thoughts of selfpity and turned them to what his first day at his new school would be like, seeing as he wasn't getting much sleep anyway. He thought of what the campus would be like, he had be there for orientation of course but he wondered what it would be like filled with other students. Filled with new potential friends. Steve hadn't had many friends when he was younger, in fact he was the target of many bullies when he was in elementary and middle school. He was excited but also frightened, what if he didn't make any friends? What if nobody liked him? What if he was bullied again? He knew that the last option was highly improbable but that was despite the point. The boy harboured all of these fears deep within his chest, aching just like he sore throat as he burst into another coughing fit. He slumped against his pillow in pure agony, turning his head to catch a glimpse of the clock. 5:59. He groaned, smashing the snooze button just as the alarm blared at him to wake up. He sadly rolled out of bed, blowing his nose on his way to the bathroom to begin his morning rituals. He wasn't getting anymore sleep, that was for sure.

Thor

The young blonde boy was trying to contain his increasing excitement as he waited at the bus stop with Loki, whose nose was in a book as he exuded an air of indiffernce. Thor was happily jumping from foot to foot, eagerly checking around the corner for the so called 'school bus' as his father had informed him. He caught sight of Loki, his mop of shaggy black hair the only thing visible to Thor's eyes other than his emerald green garb.

"Brother, are you not filled with anticipation for the commencement of midgardian school?" Thor questioned his adoptive brother, stopping his incessant hopping to hear his reply. Loki's sharp emerald eyes flickered up to meet his pale blue ones in a sharp glare before returning to his book.

"I think having anticipation for such a thing is foolish. I do not understand why father send us here in the first place." He mumbled, somewhat agressively flipping his page.

"Why to connect with our midgardian brethern of course! A good ruler must have knowlegde for those other than himself." Thor said, feeling proud for remembering the lesson his father taught him.

"Yes, but I'm not made to be ruler Thor, you are. I do not see why I had to accompany you." Loki pointed out. Thor opened his mouth to reply just as he heard the sound he was anticipating all morning. He began hopping again, nearly squealing like a teenage girl which was quite strange coming from such a maculine male with long blonde hair and the beginnings of a beard. Loki rolled his eyes, stuffing his book of spells into his bag and following his brother onto the bus. Thor gazed at all his fellow students as he moved through the aisle, not looking for a seat like he should've been. He took in the sight of a mortal with his head against the glass, clearly asleep with a redtipped nose and tissues sticking out of every pocket Thor could see. He walked further down, catching an image of two others, one a boy with a purple beanie on covering most of his light brown hair, the other a girl with fire red hair that was offset by the large amount of black she was wearing. He allowed himself to be dragged into a seat away from all the mortals by Loki, who plopped his brother down beside him before losing himself in his book once more. Thor was so excited that he could barely contain himself when he felt the bus begin to move. Midgard was so fascinating!

Clint and Natasha

The two 'adoptive' siblings got off the bus after all the others, which was longer than it should've been due to some guy with long blonde hair trying to wake up some sleeping kid who thanked him with a sneeze and a handshake that didn't seem entirely santitary. The two scoped the place out, first mapping out all escape routes before mentally categorizing all the personnel on the premises.

"What do you think?" Clint asked Natasha, leaning close to her so that only she could hear. She gazed out at the crowd a bit longer, taking in multiple different situations. Presently there was a large crowd collecting around a limosine as a male with dark features helped a smiling redhead out and an african american boy rolled his eyes them. A small curly haired brunette boy with glasses was trying to make it through the crowd to get to the other side of it without drawing any attention to himself. The sickly boy and they large blonde from the bus were talking animantly to each other and a small pale dark haired boy followed after them without looking up from the thick book in his hands.

"Show-off, shy nerd, a sickly kid, a dumb blonde, and a kid brother. Nothing special." She supplied but she kept her guard up, one could never be too careful. Clint nodded,shifting his backpack higher on his shoulder and stuffing his hands in his pockets to fiddle with the arrow head found there.

"I don't know what Fury's thinking sending us here, or Coulson for that matter. We were trained for better than highschool." He spat the last word out like a curse, as if the notion disgusted him. Natasha agreed wholeheartedly but turned to face him anyway.

"We aren't here to question orders we're here to follow them. If Fury says jump we say how high got it?"

The boy nodded begrugdingly.

"Good, let's go." She nodded towards the main building and he followed after her without question, though he was frowning slightly.

Bruce

Bruce could almost laugh at horrible his luck was. Of course that wouldn't be a good idea in this situation but it was the thought that counted. He clutched his books as tightly to his chest as possible, his knuckles turning white due to the strain. He really didn't need this right now, his stress levels were already higher than normal since he had to force himself through that crowd earlier, and due to the fact this was his third school he had enrolled in. They were catching up to him. The four bullies grinned crockedly, feril looks in their dark eyes. Bruce gulped, fear building in his chest but not fear of them. Fear for them. He could already feel 'the other guy' pushing against his conciousness, trying to burst free already. Their leader stepped forward, towering over Bruce's small frame. He leaned forward, flashing the young boy his perfect teeth.

"Hey little guy, are you lost? The middle school is down the road." He sneered, leaning over Bruce in a demeaning manner. He was used to this. Bruce was never average size for his age group and to top it off he had been offered to skip a few grades, being age 14 with a mind developed past high school. He had refused, it would've drawn to much attention to himself. Something he didn't want. It wasn't his fault he was small, and it wasn't his fault he was smart either but usually his peers failed to see that.

"No, I'm okay." Bruce easily dismissed, dropping his gaze to the ground and trying to move past his agressor. The larger boy stopped him with a hand, shoving roughly against Bruce's thin chest. He was caught off guard, stumbling a bit at the contact. The leader laughed,"Ha, the kid can't even take a little push."

His cronies laughed but Bruce didn't understand why they would laugh at him. So what he was different? So what he was small? So what he was smart? The other guy raged in his head, demanded to be let out, reminding Bruce to calm his temper before he did something he regretted. He took slow even breathes to calm himself. Releasing them slowly he was able to reign in the other guy in a bit, relaxing his shoulders.

"Ooh, is the pipsqueak getting mad?" The leader sneered, shoving him again. Bruce stumbled back.

"Stop." He whispered, barely audible but his assailant heard.

"What are you gonna do? Ya gonna run home to mommy?" He quipped, shoving until Bruce was slammed against the lockers roughly. That one struck home.

"Please, stop." Bruce pleaded, gripping his books tighter as a war raged in his mind that he was slowly losing, if he didn't get out of here soon he was gonna lose it.

"Why should I?" The older boy whispered menacingly. Bruce looked up at him, his curly hair slightly obscuring his dark eyes.

"You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.

A/N:Yes my friends I have started a new one. Yeah if you guys want T'Chala I can incorporate him.