(A/N)This marks the very first chapter of Marvel/DC high! I don't know when I'll update, and it might not be all the time, but maybe it'll be weekly. All rights go to Marvel and DC. I don't own ANYTHING. Except the plot. Read on!

Tony Stark didn't like many things.

He hated boarding schools and braniacs and annoying ex-girlfriends. But he absolutely hated interruptions. I mean, he's Anthony Edward Stark for God's sake! If he was busy, it was YOUR damn problem. To his father, however, this rule was nonexistent. It was when he was working on modifying his Mark IV when the electricity blew out.

Oh yeah.

He also hated the dark.

The skin on his knuckles split as his third punching bag slammed into the mirror behind

Huh.

It didn't break this time.

Great.

He sighed, reaching for his fourth bag and latching the chain onto the hook above his head, ignoring the dull throb in his middle and forefinger. He had more things on his his mind than a little red on his fingers.

Like Peggy. Or that all of his close friends are dead. Or Peggy. Or the fact that he slept for 40 years straight and everything he knew was dead, gone, or advanced beyond his knowledge. Or Peggy.

"Gosh... I really am out of time." Steve muttered as he drove his fist deep into the rough fabric.

"Brother, come along! You're much too slow!" Thor laughed.

"You just shoved me into a pond, Thor. I don't intend to walk any faster," retorted a soaking Loki. Thor just turned around and smiled sheepishly before urging his brother on.

"Oh, just hurry on! we're ahead of everyone else!"

"Fine, but don't push me int-"

Loki was promptly cut off when he was, again, thrown into a nearby pond by other Asgardian students. Their field teacher chuckled, following her over-exuberant rag-tag group of misfits. Loki sat in the pond alone, irritated.

"No, it's okay, I wasn't already soaking wet, I'm just fine. No, no, go ahead, I'll catch up later,"

Loki shook is head, irritated. He then turned and whistled to a dove above him. It whistled back before landing on his outstretched palm.

"Go find something interesting,"

The bird flew away.

"Hulk smash puny video man!"

Oh my God, shut up.

Bruce Banner couldn't do a single thing without a Hulk-induced reaction.

"Hulk smash stupid kid!"

"Hulk smash seller woman!"

"Hulk smash teaching man!"

Smash this, smash that, he'd smash his head into a wall if he had to. But if he could just beat this level. Just this level. He's been trying all week, but if he can just bea- The words "Game Over" pinged on the screen.

Hmm...Okay.

"RAAAAAAAWWWWWWRHHH!"

Aunt May would have his neck.

Oh yes, he was a dead man.

Peter raced down the side of the block and jumped over a fence. Rabid dog, oh my gosh. Run faster. Jump the fence, round the corner, and pass the tree that has a branch that looks like a nose. He slipped off his mask and tugged a jacket on over his webbed suit. Make a left at that obtuse pole over there. Peter ran faster.

Oh gosh, he was dead.

He pulled out his jeans from his backpack and slipped into them whilst trying to hide the cut on his cheek and his swollen, purplish eye. He then made a left into a mailbox.

If there was one thing Clint Barton hated, it was losing to a girl. But now, I guess, he's used to it. Because it happened a lot.

Natasha then proceeded to throw him into a wall.

Ouch.

She laughed at his disgruntled expression. "Admit it, Barton, I'm better than you!"

An arrow lodged itself into the wall behind her.

She flinched away from it, glaring daggers at his smirking face.

"Ya' never said we couldn't use weapons,"

Bruce sighed.

Then he sneezed.

"Alfred, do you have my medicine?"

His question was answered by silence.

"Alfred!"

"He's at the store, Bruce. Won't be home anytime soon," came a voice.

Bruce groaned inwardly. Not today!

"Dick, get out of my *cough* house!" He wheezed.

"I think it's called a mansion, Batsy,"

Silence.

"Shut up and get the mail,"

Logan admired Jean's psionic ability. He really did. But when he couldn't land a single claw on her because of it, that was a problem.

"Darn it, Jean, gimme the remote! It's my house and I didn't even invite you over!"

Levitating near the ceiling with the remote to the plat screen in her hand, Jean feigned recognition.

"Hmm...How about no?"

"Jean, the football game will be on in 2 minutes!"

"Do I look like I care?"

Logan groaned and collapsed onto his couch.

"Oh, Clark! What are you doing here?"

Clark turned around to find Hal smiling at him. "Hal! It's nice to see you! I just came to give Bruce a 'Get Well' gift what with his flu and all."

Hal smiled, holding up a brightly decorated bag. "What a coincidence."

Clark laughed as they walked up to the mansion doors. They rung the bell once. Then again. Finally, they tried the knob. To their surprise, it creaked open. They shared a glance before walking inside.

Dick's voice came out of no where.

"Guys, your here. There's something you need to see,"

Tony raced down the steps of his house, muttering something about installing auto power in his room. Once in his basement, his father, flipped the power switch. The basement lights flickered to life revealing Tony's irritated expression, waiting for his father to explain. Then, he spoke.

"Your friend came to visit. She had something important to tell you. I called you six times and you didn't come down so I turned off the power."

Tony's anger ebbed ever so slightly, and the little portion of emotion he could spend left was spent on curiousity.

"A friend? Wh-Oof!"

"Hey, Stark!...Oops...,"

Janet didn't mean to shove him over. But right there on, on the basement floor, holding his head, was Tony Stark. In the flesh.

"Nice to see ya, Bumblebee. Now what is it you need to say?" He quipped. She was grinning down sheepishly at him in apology. However, right after, the smile was wiped off of her face, replaced by a sudden serious look.

"I've flown around. Everyone like us are getting letters,"

Steve stared down at the letter left on his gym bag. When did this get here?

Loki looked between the envelope in her hand and the sleeping dove next to her. It definitely didn't come from Asgard. She flipped it over.

Bruce awoke in the park with tattered clothes and an envelope. Groggily, he inspected it until he found the small sign on the top left-hand side.

The SHIELD insignia stared back at Peter from it's place on his right eye. He took it off of his head.

Clint and Natasha shared a glance at the envelope they had just been given. Uh oh. They were SHIELD agents, yes, but that didn't stop them from being worried. Or scared.

"So, letters from SHIELD...What do we do?"

"We open them,"

"Jean, what if they're dangerous?"

"Oh, like two thin envelopes you found on your couch are oh-so-dangerous,"

"Ugh, fine,"

After contemplating the dangers of of the envelopes over stale bread and pop, Bruce and Clark finally agreed to opening them.

"Here goes nothing...," Hal whispered as he tore off the top half of the letter.

A sleek, paper-thin device slid out, with a big screen and a single, barely popped-out button.

"It's a Messenger! Those transmit messages through video!" Howard exclaimed.

Tony and Janet exchanged a glance before shrugging and hitting the only button.

"Hello. I'm Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD, and I would like to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative,"

(A/N) Um... I guess that's the first chapter? Heh, I'm just really nervous. This is my first story. But constructive criticism is welcomed with open arms! I kind of need all the help I can get...
Did you like it? Hope you did!
But know that I won't always be accurate. In fact, I think I'll be far off at times. Just tell me if I am! Sorry for any errors!