Hey! So I was reading through some Avenger's stuff, the movie that is. My favorite Avenger was always Hawkeye. So what's better then doing a story? Doing an AU story! I love those types cause you can use characters and your own world! So that's what this is! All of our favorite Avenger's are in high school when Clint comes to town. What happens when the rich genius of the school falls for the guy everyone avoids.
Impossible
CHAPTER 1
They say life is good. Tony Stark's life is perfect. He's rich, he's a genius, he's hot, he has amazing friends, and he could have any person he wanted. Or so he thought.
It all started halfway though January, school was just back in from Christmas break. Tony and his close knit group of friends were hanging out before school. There was Tony and Steve Rogers, who was the star wrestler. They were the leaders of the group, then there was Thor, he was the captain of the football team, he talked old fashioned, and since he was the captain nobody made fun of it.
Bruce Banner, was the head of every major academic team, and was a certified genius, just like Tony. That left Natasha Romanov, she came from Russia, and although she is a badass. She's a great friend. They all come from different walks of life, but they are the tightest group.
They were all gathered in a circle, talking about their Christmas break, and what they had done. Thor had gone back to Europe to visit his grandparents. Steve stayed in the states and visited his grandparents in New York. Natasha went back to Russia, Bruce spent his at his parents lab. And Tony spent his with his grandparents at his house.
While Thor in his loud, booming voice talked about his grandparents Tony looked around trying to see if anyone new had arrived. While looking his eyes landed on a kid he had never seen before. He only saw a flash of steely grey eyes before they were gone.
Shaking his head, he turned back towards the group and found them staring at him, "What?"
Natasha smirked, "I heard from one of my friends that we're supposed to be getting a new student in class."
They all had the same classes, Tony and Bruce may or may not have had anything to do with that, "Yeah… so?" Tony knew not to ask about her extensive line of friends, that seemed to get her anything she wanted.
"So… there's a new guy that doesn't know who you are. You might have found your next project." She said with a grin.
Tony made a face, "Shut up. I don't take advantage of them… until I get to know them."
Steve snorted, "Tony, that really is kinda disgusting."
Tony shrugged, "Yeah, well so is wrestling half naked with a bunch of sweaty guys, and showing off those impressive muscles… but you don't see me complaining."
Steve shook his head, "At least get to know this one first before you crush their hearts."
Tony grinned, "I'm thinking about a change of heart."
Bruce snorted, "Tony, even I can see that won't happen."
Tony turned a mock glare on him, "Bruce! How dare you?!"
Bruce smiled, "You'll get over it."
Tony shook his head and glanced at his watch, 8:35, "We better get in there. You know how Mr. Fury gets pissed when we are late."
The other groaned, they agreed and began to file into the school. They made their ways through the main hallway and up a level into the junior hallway. Their first class was government with Mr. Fury.
They all arched into the classroom laughing and joking around and took their seats in the back of the class. Soon the bell rang and Mr. Fury strode into the classroom. Mr. Fury was one of those funny but don't-won't-take-shit from anyone. He was a well built man with an eye patch. He had always told the class that he got it from a car accident.
This time though Mr. Fury wasn't alone. The guy that Tony had seen was standing beside him in front of the class.
"Alright, listen up!" Mr. Fury boomed, "This is a new student."
Tony snorted, "I never would have guessed."
Mr. Fury smirked, "No, you wouldn't have." he then turned towards the new kid, "Why don't you introduce yourself."
Tony grinned, and looked at the new kid. He had short blond hair, and strong features, that framed steely grey eyes. They looked focused and calculating, never stopping on one place.
"My name is Clint. Clint Barton." Clint said with a deep baritone voice. Tony couldn't help but perk up at the voice. Clint wore a thin short sleeve and khaki shorts. The shirt showed off his lean body, even though it was the middle of January and below 20 degrees.
"Tell us about yourself." Mr. Fury said.
Clint shrugged, "Depends on what you want to know."
Mr. Fury smirked, "Where are you from? What's one of your hobbies?"
Clint thought for a minuet, "I'm from Montana, and my hobbies is archery."
Mr. Fury looked thoughtful, "Are you any good?"
Clint smirked, "I guess so."
Mr. Fury looked at the class, "Any questions?"
Tony raised his hand, "So why are you here?" Tony regretted his question immediately. Anyone could have seen the pain look that crossed his features.
Clint sighed, "My parents died and my grandma is my last family. Although she is 90 years old."
Tony felt rather then heard the small gasp, "I'm sorry."
Clint shook his head, "It doesn't help to dwell on it. Move on, it's the only thing you can do. Where do I sit?"
Mr. Fury looked at Tony, "Since Mr. Stark doesn't have a partner, you can sit next to him." Clint nodded, hoisting his backpack made his way to the seat next to Tony. Tony held his hand out.
"Name's Tony Stark."
Clint took his hand, "Figured, and you already know my name."
Tony grinned, "So we're on checks and balances right now. Trying to decide how the branches interact. So each group of partners will get a situation, and we have to work through it while taking in to account how each branch would rate your decision."
Clint shook his head, "Damn… my first day and I already have a complicated project."
Tony laughed, "Don't worry. I was born into politics, so this will be easy."
Clint smiled, it was just a little half smile, but it threw Tony for a loop, "I'm glad. So what other classes do you have?"
Tony thought for a second, "Next I have calculus, then I have music theory, entrepreneur class, AP English 2, then Marketing."
Clint went through the mental checklist of his classes, "I have the same classes."
Tony grinned, "What… are you stalking me?"
Clint smirked, "Oh no. Stalking would infer having an obsession with the person. I prefer hunting."
Tony blinked, but heard the snicker from behind him. He turned and faced Nat, "Oh, I like him."
Clint smirked, "Sorry Tony… couldn't resist."
Tony snorted, "I'm sure. So do you need any help getting to your classes?"
Clint blinked, "Didn't you think I was a stalker?"
Tony shrugged, "Didn't you say you were a hunter."
Clint smiled, "Good point. Sure, I'll need some help getting to my classes."
Tony grinned, "At lunch why don't you sit with me and my friends."
Clint nodded, "Okay. I don't really know anyone else."
They rest of the day passed with Tony showing Clint around to their classes, and introducing him to his group. Clint seemed to fit into their group well. He balanced everyone out, it was almost creepy. In every class he made it his goal to make sure Clint smiled. He had a wonderful smile. After school he found Clint walking down the street.
"Hey! Clint!" Tony shouted as he chased him down. Clint stopped and looked.
"Hey Tony. What's up?" Clint asked.
Tony shook his head, "It's below 20 degrees. How the hell can you wear only that?"
Clint smiled, "I lived in the mountains, I went camping in the snow. This is nothing compared to that."
Tony laughed, "Anyways. I like to get my projects done early, so are you doing anything tonight?"
Clint shrugged, "I'm not really doing anything any night. Unless you count staring at stars. Its fun during the winter… you should try it."
Tony grinned, "Alright, why don't you come home with me… and you can call your grandma from there."
Clint shook his head, "My grandma doesn't have a phone, just give me your address. I'm pretty sure I can find it."
Tony grabbed a piece of paper and jotted down his address as well as phone number, "Here you go."
"Thanks. Expect me around six." With that Clint turned around and continued down the street
