A/N: I'm sorry! D': I know I should be working on Sweet Pain, but this bunny attacked and won't let go. So. Anyways. Yup, Avengers and Hogwarts... I dunno what I was doing...

Hope you like it anyways...? *hides*

Disclaimer: I don't own Avengers or Hogwarts, because if I did I would be a very rich and happy person. I also don't own the detention letter, the format was used from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

R&R!

Tony Stark was in detention.

Pfft. That was nothing new.

But in the Forbidden Forest? Oh, this was going to be fun.

And with five other people, including goody-two-shoes Steve Rogers, he could've rubbed his hands together and cackled maniacally in the great hall.

He didn't, though, because he had to see who else was going to detention with him- Rogers he already knew because he'd heard Potts and Carter from Hufflepuff blabbing about it, but the rest he had no idea.

Though it didn't really surprise him when prankster Clint Barton's owl delivered him his detention letter while he was stuffing himself with scrambled eggs.

Tony scanned the tables, watching. Owls fluttered everywhere, bringing sweets and letters from doting parents, but he was watching only for the plum-colored ribbons tied around the short scrolls listing detention.

Natasha Romanoff, a red-headed Slytherin, got one, as well as Thor Odinson, a fellow Griffindor.

Jarvis, his barn owl, landed on the table to perch on the butter dish, his detention letter clamped in his beak.

"Hey, Jarv," Tony said, breaking off a piece of toast and feeding it to the bird in exchange for his letters.

The owl chirped once, nipped affectionately at Tony's finger, and circled above his head before going back towards the Owlery.

Tony searched the crowd, but there were no more purple ribbons to be seen. Damn, he thought. Guess I'll have to wait until tonight to see who the fifth person is.

"Dude. Dude. Dude. Earth to Tony! Am I gonna have to dump this pumpkin juice on you?" his best friend Rhodey asked, waving his hand in front of Tony's face.

"No! Sheesh, Rhodey." Tony rolled his eyes, before craning his neck to look at the Ravenclaw table.

"What's got you so zoned out?"

"I'm looking for the people I have detention with," Tony replied, taking a bite of his toast.

Rhodey groaned sympathetically. "Who do you have?"

"Rogers, Barton, Romanoff, and Odinson. Dunno the last person."

His friend looked surprised. "Rogers? Wonder what he did to get in detention. He's such a stickler for rules." Rhodey shoved in a mouthful of cereal before motioning toward the letter. "Come on, open it."

Tony shrugged, unrolling the scroll, but before he could start reading a moronic Hufflepuff yelled across the hall.

"Hey, Stark! Looks like you landed yourself in detention again! Whaddaya do this time, huh?"

"Oh, just a trick- but don't worry, Hammer, it's still better than anything you could do in your whole life," Tony called back in a bored voice. Barton snickered while Hammer spluttered angrily before the joker met Tony's eyes and grinned. Tony smirked back at him, before turning his attention to the parchment still clutched in his hand.

Dear Mister Stark,

Your detention will take place at eleven o' clock tonight.

Meet Professor Coulson in the entrance hall.

Signed,

Professor Maria Hill

Deputy Headmistress

Oh, yes. This was going to be fun.

A/N: Also, I changed the title to "Without Rhyme or Reason" instead of "Hopeless Searching" so I hope you guys don't get too confused...