Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from Jake but who likes him? No one. Now, enjoy!
It was the best day and lesson of the week. It was a Friday and the period before Lunch and not to mention it was Steve's favourite topic: Art. Steve leaned over to peer at his best friend Clint's artwork and raised an eyebrow at it.
"Uh, what is that meant to be?" Steve inquired, scratching his head. He looked at it hard and still honestly couldn't tell.
Clint looked at him in mock hurt, clutching at his heart. Steve simply rolled his eyes at him, fighting off a grin.
"You mean you can't tell?" Clint asked, trying hard not to laugh, "It's a portrait of Natasha. Damn, I worked hard on that as well."
Steve choked on his laughter and clamped a hand over his mouth.
"I don't mean to be rude but that looks like a watermelon with hair. I'm sure Nat will be flattered!"
"Let's see your work, then!" Clint exclaimed as he snatched Steve's drawing of his mother right of his hands. Clint stared at it then sighed, chucking it back.
"It's bloody brilliant," he said reluctantly, "I guess we can't all be Art prodigies like you, Steve," Clint muttered, going back to his work.
Steve laughed and caught his work, taking his pencil out to add more detail to his mother's cheekbones.
"It's not that good, really," Steve insisted, adding the detail slowly and precisely.
"Look, we have this chat every time. Quit being so modest. It makes the rest of us look bad."
Steve smirked down at his work as the door opened and a student walked in. Steve looked up to see a boy with dark eyes and hair. He was wearing expensive looking clothing and had sunglasses resting on his head. He walked with such confidence and some might say: arrogance.
Miss Batterzby looked over at the new boy and smiled brightly, "Did you get lost, dear? Never mind, never mind! There's a seat in the corner by Bruce," she said kindly.
The new kid sighed and without a word strolled to the back of the class, dumped his bag on the floor and sat down next to the shy and awkward Bruce Banner. Steve and Clint's eyes followed Tony as he did so. Once he was sat down, Steve looked at Clint whose face was scrunched up in dislike.
"Is that him? The new kid everyone's been talking about?"
Clint nodded. "Yup. Tony flipping Stark. I had him in my history this morning," he muttered, sounding highly irritated at the fact.
Steve, oblivious to Clint's clear annoyance, looked over his shoulder at Tony then looked back over to his work.
"He seems like he could do with some more friends. Should I invite him to join us at lunch?"
Clint simply stared at him, mouth agape.
"Not a chance, Steve. He thinks he's so great and even if you did, he'd probably think we're not "worthy" of his company."
Steve always tried to see the good in people wherever he could. Tony couldn't honestly be that bad, could he? Clint could obviously tell by Steve's doubtful expression that he was still considering it.
"Steve, trust me. Clint is always right."
Steve was about to open his mouth to reply when the bell went off, signalling lunch time. All of the students packed up their things in haste but Tony Stark was the one first out of the classroom along with his new friend Bruce.
Miss Batterzby stood by her desk looking rather flustered, she stood up on her tip toes, shouting over the student's loud conversations, "See you all next week! Remember the homework is due next lesson!"
Steve and Clint joined up with their best friends Natasha and football player Thor at lunch at their private place on the field. Clint put his arm around Natasha and handed her the portrait he drew of her in Art.
Nat looked down at the work, her lips twitching up in an uncontrollable smile. Steve smiled at them fondly. Natasha was quite reserved when it came to her feelings but with Clint she was so open and happy. It was refreshing to see.
"Is that meant to be me? Sorry, Clint but it looks like a melon," Natasha joked, kissing his cheek.
Clint threw his hands in the air, looking exasperated.
"Why does everyone think my Art work looks like a melon?"
"I think it looks just like Natasha!" Thor announced, beaming as he clapped Clint on the back, almost knocking him over. The whole group laughed and Steve lay down on the grass, smiling contently up at the sky.
When last period, Maths, finally rolled around, Tony was placed next to some thug called Jake. Tony smirked. He found it ironic that the guy had a big head but probably the smallest brain possible.
On Jake's other side was a girl named Valerie Edwards. Valerie had a small thin face with big, bright green eyes and mousy brown hair that was tied up in a ponytail. She seemed intelligent enough to Tony which was why he was slightly surprised when low IQ Jake kept trying to impress her throughout the lesson.
"Hey, need any help? I've got all the answers," he said, leaning close to her. Valerie rolled her eyes, and moved away from him slightly.
"Too bad they are all wrong," Tony muttered to himself which earned him a small smile from Valerie.
Jake turned on him with clenched fists.
"Why don't you mind your own business, little geek?"
Tony grinned and shrugged his shoulders lazily, "I'm just trying to save this girl here from copying the answers off an idiot," said Tony nonchalantly.
"Say that again mate. Go on, I dare you," Jake said loudly, attracting everyone's attention. The room went quiet in that moment and people watched with either shocked or amused expressions.
"Have you gone deaf? I said I'm stopping her from copying answers off someone who doesn't even know what the capital of England is," Tony stated boldly, trying to hide a smirk.
"I'll punch that smirk right off your face!" yelled Jake, grabbing Tony's collar suddenly and the whole class gasped. Suddenly laughter filled the room and Jake dropped Tony, glaring at everyone.
"What's so funny?" he demanded and went silent as he saw their math teacher standing at the door, arms crossed and a disapproving look on his face.
"That's another detention for you, Jake. Now sit down," Mr Murray ordered and Jake sat himself down, red in the face as he noticed everyone sniggering into their revision books.
Tony smirked and brushed himself down.
"I'll get you back for that, Stark. Watch your back," he whispered to Tony, eyes narrowed.
Later on that day while Tony was walking home, he realized that Jake had indeed meant what he said. He groaned as he looked over his shoulder only to see Jake Richards along with five of his friends.
"I promised you I'd get you back, Stark, and I don't break my promises," Jake sneered, squaring up to Tony.
His group of friends laughed loudly at his comment but Tony doubted any of them really found him funny at all.
Before Tony had a chance to throw a retort Jake's way he got a hard punch to the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Tony's eyes widened as he saw a fist that belonged to Jake swinging for his face, he tried to move but the impact occurred before he had the chance. Pain coursed through his head and Tony fell down, his head reeling.
He got two more punches delivered to his face and groaned in pain. He could feel his blood flowing from his nose and lip.
"Hey! Jake, back off!" Tony heard someone yell from across the street.
Tony clutched his head as heard Jake curse loudly before sprinting off down the road.
"Cowards!" Tony spluttered after them.
"Hey, are you alright?"
Tony looked up and saw standing before him the one and only Steve Rogers.
AN: I have to end it here otherwise it'll be too long. Next chapter is coming soon, though!