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"There's no need to be nervous honey. You'll be fine."

Tony stared at his mother, eyebrow raised.

"Okay, there might be some reasons to be nervous," she gave her son a reassuring smile. "But you will be fine, my love."

Tony shrugged, still not looking any less nervous.

"You know, we'll look back on this day in the future and laugh at how nervous you were."

"I doubt it," Tony muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that," she smiled, cupping a hand to her ear.

Tony sighed, but smiled at his mother. "I'm sure I'll be fine."

Maria smiled, nodding her head. "You will be better than fine. You will be amazing." Maria hugged her son, before the pair walked to the car.

I hope so, Tony thought to himself, as he sat in the car.

"Now, I won't be able to drive you to school all the time, I'll be leaving for Paris this afternoon. Will you be right to get yourself here every day?"

Tony nodded mutely, used to being left to fend for himself.

"I will call you tomorrow afternoon, okay?"

Tony nodded again.

"Just remember, you will be incredible," Maria said. Tony smiled weakly, before getting out of the car. He gave a small wave to his mother, before turning towards
the entrance gates.

Marvel High would be Tony's first experience in a school. It was apparent from an early age that his intellectual development surpassed what was typical for his age.
As such, he had been home schooled, for lack of a better term. A more accurate description would be that he had taught himself, while his parents were in other
countries, doing their jobs. Now, at fifteen, Tony was entering a school for the first time.

"Why?" Tony had asked, when his mother had told him.
"Because you can't go to University without graduating from High School. It will only be for a year."
"But... but... they'll all be... bigger, and older than me."
"Don't worry about that. You have just as much right as anyone else to be that, remember that."

Tony shook his head, before holding onto his bag a little tighter, making his way into the building. He did his best to blend into the crowd, avoiding anyone's gaze as
he made his way to homeroom. (He had memorised the floor plan when he had first been told about the school.)

Finding the room, he stood awkwardly outside it, as no one was inside. He continued to avoid the eyes of the students who walked passed him, but he could hear snippets of their conversations. As far as he could tell, they all revolved around one of two things; either sports, or relationships. Tony had no knowledge of either, and decided to make a mental note to learn about sports that evening.

Eventually, students began entering the room. Tony remained outside, still not comfortable entering the room. Every student was at least a head above him, with some being a lot taller. Most avoided looking at him, or didn't notice him. Some gave him a second glance, but none bothered to talk to him. As the bells began to ring, a man too old to be a student passed Tony.

"Oh, you must be our newest student, yes?" he asked, looking at Tony. Tony nodded in reply. "Come in, come in. I am Mr. Yinsen, or Mr. Y, or Sir, if you can't remember my name."

As Yinsen walked into the room, with Tony behind him, the class fell silent.

"Sir, who's the midget?" someone called from the back of the room, getting a few laughs from those around him.

Yinsen ignored the comment. "Class, this is... this is... I'm sorry," he said, turning to Tony. "I've forgotten your name."

Tony shook his head. "That's fine. I'm Tony. Tony St- Carbonell." Tony covered his slip. He, and his mother, had thought it best if he used her maiden name, and avoided the stigma attached to the Stark name. Tony rubbed his chest, which he often did when he was nervous.

"Ah, yes. Tony. Welcome to the class."

"Isn't he a bit young to be a final year?" someone called from the front row. Tony shifted nervously from all the attention on him.

"Now now, he's where he needs to be-"

"How old are you?" the person form the front interrupted Yinsen.

"Uh, 15," Tony murmured in reply. The class seemed shocked.

"15?"

"How?"

"You must be smart?"

"Quieten down!" Yinsen raised his voice slightly, causing the class to fall silent. He smiled, before turning to Tony. "Now, Tony, you can take that seat right there," Yinsen indicated a seat in the middle of the room, and Tony went to it. He could still feel all eyes on him, watching his every move.

"Now, on behalf of the class, let me welcome you, Tony. I hope that you will enjoy your time here."

The class often used attendance to talk about the latest gossip with their friends. Today was no different, and all conversations revolved around the newest addition to the class.

"Well well well, it looks like you're no longer the youngest in the year."

"So it would seem," Loki replied, looking at the newest addition to the class. The boy looked... familiar. The shape of his jaw, along with the colour of his hair, definitely reminded Loki of someone, but he could not recall whom.

"Though, you gotta admit, he is really hot."

"Helena!" Loki hissed, turning to his friend.

"What?" She looked at Loki with an innocent expression. "It's not like anyone can understand us."

"Not the point. You heard him, he's fifteen. Much too young for you, you old woman."

Helena feigned being hurt by Loki's words. "You wound me, sir. I'm not that much older than you. Anyways, you're only a year older than him."

"Your point?"

"He's hot."

Luckily for Loki, the bell rang, signalling the start of the next class. He stood and walked out of the room before Helena could harass him any further.

Appearance is hardly important if there is no brain within, Loki thought to himself as he made his way to his class. Though, if he is only fifteen, then perhaps there is a brain within.

A/N

Hey there! So, while writing other things, my brain decided "Hey, you should write a High School AU! Right now!"
Oh well, wasn't like I have anything else to do.

This one is different. I've read a few High School AUs lately, and I've decided to try and make mine different. For example, Tony's the youngest. In my head, young Tony isn't so confident. He'll get his confidence, eventually. I have [part of a] plan for how this will turn out, so trust me.
I have no idea how the American schooling system works, so for the sake of my sanity, this story will revolve around the Australian version. But they're still in America. It's an AU. Things will clear up. Hopefully.

In case it wasn't obvious, Loki and Helena weren't talking in English. They were speaking Norwegian. But since I can't speak Norwegian, I'll just write their conversations in English. Much easier that way.
And Helena=Hela. Cause I can.

I only have a very basic idea of plot/outline at the moment, so I am open to suggestions. This includes what people you want to see together. Like I said, I want to make this different, so if there's a particular ship you love, let me know. It might make it in here.

Anyways, thank you for reading. Review and let me know how I went?