First off, Yumi, if you're reading this, thanks again for reviewing! You rock hard!

Since I've watched 10 Things I Hate About You probably 300 times, and I really love Shakespeare, I got an inspiration for a longer term project, basing a story off of 10 Things, which is loosely based on The Taming of the Shrew. If you're unfamiliar with either, it doesn't matter; you'll probably still enjoy this. And if you enjoy it, at least watch the movie if you aren't into Shakespeare. Because both are infinitely better than the trash I am fixing to spew.

Also there will be differences, because to make the characters fit the story better I have to alter things. But NOT personality or gender of the characters. You'll see when you read...

(But but but I might write another version with Lady Loki and lady!Thor so it would be an optimal fit. If people say they would like Thor and Loki to be gender bent, then that will be put into the works. But for now, here's this)

Loki braked at the stop light, windows rolled down and Joan Jett ripping from the stereo. The car next to him had the top down and a group of girls in designer clothes laughed and nodded their heads to One Week. He scowled and accelerated once the light permitted him.

He parked and speed walked towards the school, ripping down a prom poster and ignoring the upset "Hey!" from a prom committee girl.

Steve was in the guidance counselor's office, hands neatly in his lap and a timid look on his face, looking at Mr. Coulson. The man typed away, writing a racy romance novel, pausing regularly and racking his brain for euphemisms he hadn't used yet. After a brief moment, his eyes move up to meet Steve's.

"So, Steven," he quickly reviewed the new student's transcript. "Nine schools in ten years, my, my . . . Army brat?"

"Yes sir, my dad's-"

"That's enough. I'm sure you won't find Padua any different than your old school. Same little asswipe shit-for-brains everywhere."

"Excuse me? Did you just say . . . Am I in the right office?" Steve was flustered and quite shocked by the lack of formality.

"Not anymore, you're not. I've got deviants to see and a novel to write. Scoot!" He shooed a confused Steve out.

"Okay, thanks," he stated quietly, passing Clint Barton in his leaving.

"Clint Barton. I see we're making our weekly visits a ritual." Coulson frowned, and Clint answered with a grin.

"Only so we can have these moments together. Should I, uh get the lights?"

"Oh very clever, kangaroo boy. Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria?"

"I was joking with the lunch lady. It was just a bratwurst."

"Bratwurst?" Coulson flicked his gaze to Clint's crotch briefly, a look of suspicion.

"Aren't we the optimist? Next time keep it in your pouch, okay? Scoot," He motioned impatiently so he could insert "bratwurst" in place of whatever word covered "penis." Clint wrinkled his eyebrows and his mouth twisted into a slight grimace, a face that proclaimed What the hell?

"Bruce Banner, I'm supposed to show you around," Bruce got into step with Steve.

"Oh, hi," Steve's face relaxed. "Thank God. Usually they send one of those nerdy A/V guys."

"Oh, yeah, you know I do. I mean, I know what you mean," he stumbled over his words. A kid pushing a cart with electronics on it waved Bruce down.

"Bruce where should I put these?" Bruce looked down and away from the other student, shutting him out until they were a 'safe' distance away.

"So, um . . . Steve, here's the breakdown," Bruce started to speak again as they continued down the hall. "These are your basic beautiful people," he motioned towards a group of students with polished hair and stylish clothing. "Don't bother talking to them unless they talk to you first."

"Is that your rule or theirs?"

"Watch this," Bruce turned to a guy wearing a letter jacket and called "Hey!"

"Geek," he responded without missing a beat.

"See that?" He urged Steve to keep going as the football players lowered their eyebrows at them. A few moments later, Bruce had more to say. "To our left, we have the coffee kids," he nodded in their direction. One spilled some of his cup and was scolded by his friend. "Very edgy. Don't make any sudden moves around them." The two neared a table of white guys with dreads and hats that hung low on their heads. "And these delusionals are the White Rastas. Big Marley fans. Think they're black, slightly political but-"

"Smoke a lot of weed?" Steve inserted.

"Yeah," he led Steve further into the new environment. "Here are-" they came across boys dressed in Wranglers and cowboy hats.

"Let me guess, cowboys?"

"Yep. But the closest they've come to a cow is McDonald's." Bruce quietly laughed at his own joke as he continued his little tour and generalized introductions. A table of textbooks and business clothing neared and he pointed them out with slight disdain. "They're all future MBAs. We're all accepted into Ivy League colleges. Yuppie greed is back, my friend," he looked to them. "Hey, how's it going, guys?" One looks at them with irritation and turns back to the rest of them, muttering. "Yesterday, I was their god."

"What happened?" Steve inquired.

"Bogie Levenstein started a rumor that . . . I buy my Izods at an outlet mall."

"So they kicked you out?" Steve was in disbelief. Such a stupid issue to be abandoned because of.

"Hostile takeover. But don't worry. They'll pay. Now, over here-" he began to direct the blonde's attention to another group.

"Oh my God!" Steve interrupted, distracted. Bruce pinpointed Steve's gaze and his eyes fell on long blonde hair. He immediately knew who it was. Steve stared in awe, practically transforming into a cartoonish dog getting his belly scratched. His voice comes out in a smitten tone. "What group's he in?"

"The 'Don't-Even-Think-About-It' group. That's Thor Odinson. Wait, are you gay?"

" . . . Yes. I burn! I pine! I perish!" Okay, so maybe Steve never felt attracted to another dude before. But this felt different. Maybe it was how Thor looked like he could rule the world. He didn't know for sure. But he was love struck.

"Of course. He's gorgeous. He's deep. Pure." Bruce half-smiled.

Thor neared them, Sif in tow. "See, there's a difference between like and love. I like my Sketchers, but I love my Prada backpack."

"Oh, that makes sense. But . . . I love my Sketchers." Sif looked downcast.

"That's because you don't have a Prada backpack."

"Ohhh." She smiled again, an enlightened look gracing her face.

"Listen. Forget him. His father's incredibly uptight, and the Odinson brothers aren't even allowed to date."

"Okay." But what if?

~
Nick Fury headed the class. His voice boomed as he asked everyone in attendance what they thought of The Sun Also Rises.

"I loved it," a girl somewhere behind Loki oohed. "It was just soo romantic."

"Romantic? Hemingway? He was a pathetic alcoholic misogynist who spent half his life trying to nail Picasso's leftovers." Loki crossed his arms in irritation, his scowl returning.

"As opposed to a bitter, self-righteous asshole with no friends?" Tony sneered from the row to his left. A few giggle sounded throughout the room at his snide comment. Loki grimaced and kept facing forward.

"Pipe down, Chachi," Fury snapped from the front of the class.

"Apparently being male and a douchebag makes you worth of our time in today's society. Why don't we ever read Charlotte Bronte or Simone de Beauvoir?"

Clint stepped in even though class started a good ten minutes ago. "What'd I miss?"

"The oppressive patriarchal values that dictate our education," Loki answered in a grim tone.

"Good," Clint replied, and turned on his heel, exiting into the hallway again.

"Hey!" Fury shouted after him. "Hey!"

"Um, Mr. Fury, is there anyway we could get Loki to take his anti-depressants before class?" Stark made himself heard again and collected a few snickers.

"Some day, you're gonna get bitch-slapped, and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it. And Loki, I'd like to thank you for your point of view." Fury turned his attention to the dark haired male. Loki grinned to himself.

"It must be tough to grow up white and the son of a doctor." Loki soured again. "But the next time you storm around the PTA crusading for better lunch meat, or whatever it is you white kids complain about, ask them why they can't buy a book written by a black man!"

"Anything else?" Loki looked Fury in the eyes, vaguely challenging him.

"Yeah, go to the office. You're pissing me off."

Alrighty! Looks like you made it through the first chapter. Leave your thoughts and things if you're in the mood to do that kind of thing.

Also, I forgot to mention this at the beginning, but the Steve in here is skinny!Steve. Because if it were super-serum Steve he would probably end up being a jock and not taking the role Cameron has in the film.