I love the Avengers, even before the movie was out – Captain America, Hulk and Ironman will always be favourites.

Anyway, this is an AU High School slash fan fiction, so enjoy chapter one!

Clinton Barton stared out over the green football fields, engrossed in his long daydreams. Natasha Romanoff, his red-haired friend with the most beautiful emerald green eyes he's seen, snapping her fingers repeatedly in front of his own sky blue eyes.

"Huh...?"

"You were dreaming again, Clint! Jesus, I can't get you to listen to me at all can I?"

"Sorry Nat, I was elsewhere."

"You always are..." she sighed, resting her chin on her hands, resting her elbows on her knees, propped up as the two friends sat on the bleachers.

"Sorry, what was it...?"

"No. I don't want to talk about it now, Barton." She grumbled, turning her head away from him and pouting, crossing her arms as she did.

"Look, Natasha, I'm sorry!"

Natasha just laughed.

"You rotten widow..."

"Hey, don't call me that!" she pouted again, her eyes glistening as she formed fake tears.

"F-Fine, I take it back..." Clint blushed, irritated – He had dated Natasha before, mainly out of curiosity and for the fact that she was a beautiful woman to say the least, but that was before he had found out he was gay and luckily for them, before they ever were old enough to elope and run off to Budapest like where they met when they were much younger.

"I just know how to push your buttons, Hawkeye~"

"Pfft... I hate that nickname..."

"Exactly." She giggled, flipping her long red hair over her shoulders. "I was just asking if I should cut my hair into a bob or something...?"

"Seriously?" – " What?"

Clint frowned, rubbing his temples slightly.

"You seriously woke me from my daydreams for that?"

Natasha shrugged, a smile permanently stuck to her smug face. She loved irritating her best friend.

Tony Stark, buried head deep into his work as usual, was a machine fanatic; he spent days in the School's metal and wood workshop instead of in most of his lessons, and sometimes he'd work on his parent's vast range of cars, just to irritate them when he had modified them so they couldn't understand.

Tony didn't have the best relationship with his parents, and had been threatened to be sent to a military based school, which didn't surprise him and he just waited to push their buttons even more by refusing and hanging round the house constantly.

Today, he was busy with his Physics homework though as he hadn't spent any time on the essay itself due to his current project on his dad's black beauty known as a Ferrari. In sight, was quiet and isolated Bruce Banner. Tony stared at him, writing his essay by hand while referring to the odd textbook that surrounded his table further away from Tony's table in the courtyard. Tony didn't know the guy well but he was an A+ student in all three of the studious sciences, an A- in his Mathematics and English Language, with straight B's in mainly everything else.

Tony himself was mainly A's and B's with the occasional C for generally just not bothering to turn up. This was normally due to him been irritated by something that may have happened at home, or he was hung-over from his night life the day before.

After all, his family was rich so why not live a little?

Thor Odinson, was a Nordic exchange student along with his step-brother from his mother's other marriage. His family (minus his brother who seemed to dismiss him as family altogether for some reason) adored him and he, himself, was rather proud.

He didn't really understand America much, he felt more out of place than the needle thrown in the haystack! But he was getting his English down well, and managed to make friends with playboy of the school, Tony Stark and on the off chance, when nobody noticed, Steven Rogers who was strong and in Thor's opinion, rather good looking but out of place and out of the way – he was strong in muscles, but not in social circles because he was too attentive to his love of Art and History to feel like he belonged.

Thor admired his art skills and his vast knowledge of America's past so much he'd have thought Rogers had lived World War Two at first-hand, though that was obviously impossible. Steven, or Steve as he preferred, was a born leader underneath that shy and innocent exterior. A little bit of a geek much like Banner, but in a more cultural and placid way compared to the science nut's love of knowledge and all things... science-y.

On the other hand, Loki was cold to most people and kept to himself unless he was cruelly toying with someone's emotions or playing a childish prank. He was shunned by his family, always compared to Thor. He didn't see Thor as his brother and made sure to tell the big, blonde oaf that.

Loki liked smarts, and he was smart, tricky but smart. He had a few secrets and was the perfect person to go to grab gossip; Tony Stark's best friend, if you like, in this department. He wasn't liked by most but had taken a liking to both Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner, hating Tony Stark's egotistical attitude, generally hating Thor and thinking Natasha was a whore as he found all women in particular. He did take an interest in Barton though, as Thor had observed.

Maria Hill, was hard-working and isolated more than anybody. She was pretty, yet cold-hearted towards the boy's attention that she attracted. She wasn't sensitive to any insult, and dismissed them with ease. All she wanted was to pass through high school.

Life back home was tough, and now, she lived with Professor Fury, an old family friend, now adoptive father as well as a teacher for the school.

She had no friends, and didn't really feel the need for them but she could sense green eyes on her. Not out of envy, but out of interest. She ignored them, hoping that they'd go away.

They never did.

Steven, preferably Steve, Rogers came from an orphanage after his father died before he was old enough to recognize him and his mother died shortly after having pneumonia and eventually moved into an apartment he scraped together from part-time jobs.

He felt out of place, and it was a vent of his frustrations causing him to focus it on working out, gaining him the strength and body he has today. It caught the eyes of women and even some men, which made him uncomfortable; he'd only kissed a girl before, she was called Peggy Carter, but it turned out she did it because she was moving into the Army, and he couldn't join her back when he was a skinny, asthmatic young teen as she was a few years older than him and it was mainly a small crush.

Nonetheless, Steve felt out of place. In body, time and mind.

That is chapter one, Introductory! It's just a quick summary of the main characters. There will be occasional interactions with the recurring pairings with Logan and Scott as teachers in a heated secret romance, etc~