Tony took a gulp from the water bottle he was clutching. It was about eighty degrees outside, and they had just run the mile in gym. Tony wished he could roundhouse kick whoever thought it was okay to make kids excercise in any temperatures above the freezing level.
"I know we've never spoken before, but could I have a drink?"
The brunet looked up, and was met by the sight of a tall, blue-eyed blond, who had stubble on his chin and long, tied-back hair. Tony handed the bottle over.
"Sure."
"Thanks."
"No problem. What's your name, anyway?"
"Thor."
"Tony."
"So, what class do you have next?" The teacher had decided to let them use the rest of the class as free time. The two were sitting against the wall, watching as the other students started up games of basketball, or chatted in groups. Thor glanced over at Tony before answering.
"I've got World History with Mr. Heimdall."
"With him? It's impossible to do anything but stay quiet and take notes in there. It's like the guy has super-sonic hearing."
"Yeah, but the stuff we learn about is interesting. Who do you have next block?"
"You're not of this world if you like listening to him talk. I have Chemistry with Mr. Selvig."
"And you think History is boring."
They talked idly for a while, about things like music-
"AC/DC is the best."
"Then you've never heard Metallica."
And movies-
"Point Break."
"Outlander."
"You've never read Lord Of The Rings." Tony sighed. "I'm bringing-"
He was cut off by the teacher yelling. "Seven minutes, time to change!"
They filed down to the locker room, along with the other guys in the class. "As I was saying, I'm going to bring the books tomorrow. We're gonna give you some education about fine literature."
"We?"
"Me, Bruce, Clint, and Natasha. You should sit with us at lunch sometime, they're pretty great."
"Alright."
Though they didn't know it at the time, Thor would be making an appearance at the lunch table almost every day for the next two years.