Seating chart:

Peter Quill Bucky Barnes Tony Stark Steve Rogers

Stephen Strange Sam Wilson Clint Barton Scott Lang

Loki Thor Natasha Romanoff Hulk

Before he came to this school, he stayed at the Curtner Local High School. Until his teacher found him hanging upside down from the ceiling. He was called to attention after that, not by the NYPD but by secret governmental agencies. Avengers Academy, that was what the school was called. Private school, founded and built by SHIELD, some type of agency or something.

Now when he stepped into the classroom, he knew immediately something was wrong. To start with, there is a huge hammer on a student's desk and it seems to be fizzing with electricity. Then, he noticed the small things. The boy just in front of him have some highly advanced glove while the boy to his right was literally wearing a shield on his back. The student to his left had a full metal arm and for some strange reason one of the student's scarf is floating in the air. A green scepter, why in the world does the school even allow scepter?!, was leaning on the posh-looking student's desk and he had the most scornful expression pasted on his face as he glared at the older long-haired blond to his right.

"Class, this is Peter Parker, he comes from Curtner High at District 7 of New York City, Peter, why not you go introduce yourself to the class?" Coulson motioned at the staring class below.

Peter glanced at the man briefly, hoping no signs of fear was showing before he spoke. "Hi… I'm Peter, and like what Mr. Coulson said, I come from NYC. I'm currently a freshman in high school-"

That earned a few eye rolls from the upper class men. A red-headed girl smirked at him and Peter looked away feeling his face grow hotter every second. "-and I like… to invent, I guess," this perked up the boy with the red glove.

"So, what did you do?" The boy said.

"So-sorry, what did I do?"

Scepter dude looked away and mumbled something that sounded weirdly like midgardian(?).

"Yeah, I mean, everybody gets sent to this school for a reason," spiky haired boy said. "I'm Tony. And I got sent here because I caught my school on fire. Actually it wasn't entirely my fault, its just if that beaker wasn't there the same time my suit exploded and knocked down the oil container-"

"Mr. Stark," Coulson interrupted, "that's enough. Why not all of us introduce ourselves to Peter? Please say your name and something about you. Let's start with…" he pointed to a student at the far left wearing a pair maroon AKG headphones around his neck, "this end of the room and then proceed,"

The boy looked up from his trinkets of pen parts and smiled. "Heeeey, my name is Peter too!" He beamed, "but its Quill. Peter Quill. I come from space and I have no idea how old I am but I am amazing,"

"Very," Tony rolled his eyes.

Quill ignored him. "You can call me Star-Lord. Everybody calls me Star-Lord,"

"No, we don't!" Another boy called up. He pointed at the scarf-boy with his arrow. "Except for Stephen,"

Stephen, or scarf-boy, scoffed and turned to face the wall as if looking at the wall was more interesting than watching his classmates.

"CLASS!" The young man was certainly looking worn out now, despite today being the fifth day of school. "Let Mr. Quill finish, please,"

Quill pouted. "I have a raccoon as a friend." He continued. "And a tree. And a very hot green girlfriend,"

"Dude, you don't have a girlfriend," the dark skinned boy said from behind.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, who made you king over my life?" Quill turned, annoyance lacing his words. "Nobody, so shut up okay? Anyways, I'm done, nice to meet you but I'm leaving soon so who cares?"

"Uh, nice meeting you too?" Petter said hesitantly. He wasn't sure whether he should go shake his hand or just stand awkwardly in the room. He decided on the latter.

"Mr. Barnes?" Coulson prompted. The metal-armed boy was already fidgeting in his seat.

"Um… I'm Bucky Barnes," he paused as if uncertain whether his name is really Bucky Barnes. " And I got sent to this school because I was captured by HYDRA. And then SHIELD rescued me," he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry,"

"Nothing to apologize for," Coulson said curtly. "Next,"

"Tony Stark, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, the best you can ask for. Your turn Steve," his introduction only lasted for five seconds but his ego spanned way longer than that.

"Hi Peter! Welcome to Avengers Academy, my name is Steve Rogers and I'm an enhanced soldier from the 1940s-50s. But I kind of got stuck in an ice block and now I'm here." Steve waved at him happily. "Bucky here is my friend. I love Bucky!"

Bucky looked like he could just slid down and disappear.

Coulson shifted from feet to feet and looked at the two boys awkwardly before continuing. "Um… Scott?"

No answer.

"Scott Lang? Its time to wake up,"

It was then until Peter finally found who Coulson was talking too. A boy wearing a gray hoodie, maybe 2-3 years older than him, had his head in his arms and appeared to be sleeping. By the time Coulson called his name for the third time with a comment from Tony how, he always does that, Scott Lang finally woke up from his brief nap.

"W-what?"

"Scott, as I was explaining, this is our new student, Peter Parker. Please introduce yourself."

Scott blinked at Coulson and then stared at him. Peter looked down to avoid the boy's gaze.

"I'm… Scott," he said, "I'm a…student. I like to solve puzzles,"

Silence.

"Is that all, Mr. Lang?"

"Yea," Scott put his head down ready to go back to sleep. Coulson sighed. "Next,"

"Clint Barton. Professional archer. Excellent at knife-throwing and flying jets. Trainee agent," Clint said while taking a bite out of his apple. It was stuck on an arrow and Peter was pretty sure this student spends most of his time shooting apples off people's heads. The ice-breaker proceeded.

"Hi, I'm Sam Wilson," it was the boy who said Quill had no girlfriend, "I'm also Steve and Bucky's friend." He smiled at them, "but I wasn't frozen in an ice block like how they were." So far, Sam seemed to be the most normal student here. Sam glanced at scarf-boy who was still staring at the wall. The student made no attempt to turn around and face the class.

"Stephen?" Nothing. "Stephen, we need you to turn around and introduce yourself." Silence. And then,

"What use is it introducing myself when you guys have already called my name more than once?" Stephen said, arms crossed.

"Stephen."

Stephen sighed then turned around to glare at Tony. Tony held his gaze. Peter could literally sense the egos clashing between the two students. Finally, after a moment of stillness, Tony looked away to examine his metal glove.

"Stephen Strange, better than all of you," he blew stark white hair out of his face before continuing. "By the time I'm out of school I'll be an incredibly famous surgeon."

Coulson looked like he was mentally slapping his face. "Stephen," he tried, "for the second time, Director Fury has especially noted that you will not become a surgeon when you graduate,"

"Try me," was Stephen's only reply.

"I'm already famous," Tony said.

"Next!" Coulson called.

The scepter boy sniffed. "I am Loki, of Asgard…" he began as if he was doing oral interpretation. "And I am burdened, with a glorious-"

"Cut down the drama and get to the point Loki," Coulson interrupted. He glanced at the clock. "I don't have all day,"

Loki's expression soured. "Fine," he leaned back. "I'm done,"

The long-haired blond sitting next to him smiled. "I am Thor Odinson!" He announced, "Loki is my brother!" He clapped the green-clad boy hard on the back.

Coulson smiled tightly. He nodded at the only girl in the room. The red-headed girl looked at him in confusion.

"не поймите?"

"Natasha, I perfectly know you are fluent in english."

The Russian girl rolled her eyes and then stared directly at him, giving him the small smirk. Peter felt his face growing red again.

"Natasha Romanoff," she said flipping her hair to one side. Just one motion sent Peter's heart thudding. "I'm a Russian spy, the youngest in fact. But I quit and joined SHIELD." She looked around, smiling, her eyes gleaming as if she was examining her prey.

"Hi, I'm Bruce Banner," The student said so softly, Peter could barely hear him. "And… I like science, I guess,"

"Yeah! Woohoo, science buddies!" Tony held a hand for a high-five. Bruce shook his head in embarrassment. He finally inched out of his seat to gently slap Tony's hand. Tony managed to keep on a smile despite how tense it was while Stephen and Loki were ducking their heads to hold in a laugh.

Coulson, the life-saver, was the first to recover. "Well, there you go, that's our homeroom class," he said. "There's a lot of other students, mostly agents, there's Class-X, enhanced students you can still check out."

"Its fine," he heard himself mutter.

Coulson smiled warmly at him. "Well then, why don't you go pick a seat?"

Suddenly, there was a ding coming from Quill as he pulled out some strange looking device screaming, "YES! YONDU IS HERE! GOODBYE SUCKERS SEE YOU IN SPACE!"

Before anybody manage to get a word out, Quill ran to the windows, flipped them open, and jumped out. A hovering spaceship was waiting in the school grounds and immediately sucked him up with a bright ray of light. In less than five seconds, the spaceship took off and disappeared into view.

The classroom was silent.

"Um, I guess you can take Quill's seat," Couslon said slowly. "He's probably not going to come back in a while."

Peter blinked at all that just unfolded in front of his eyes. Natasha acted like nothing happened and simply went to the windows to shut them again. Peter decided to take a seat before he fainted right on spot.

He decided that he's had enough of today. But that wasn't the end of it. Because pretty soon, Coulson started speaking again.

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"Ok class, today, you will all be dismissed in six minutes to go to your respective classes. Please do not horse around in the hallway. Peter, if you have any questions, just go ask me,"

"So to fill up these 6 minutes, I'm going to reintroduce myself for the sake of the new student," Coulson started writing on the board. "I'm pretty sure all of you know my name, but just in case of teenage Alzheimer's, I'm writing my name down."

He scrawled the words, AGENT PHIL COULSON, on the board.

"Just to be clear, my first name is not Agent," Coulson said pointedly, shooting a glance at Tony. "Nor am I the son of Coul,"

Behind him, Thor frowned.

There was a flash from Coulson's laptop and he frowned as he squinted at the screen. "Ah, class, there will be three more new students joining us tomorrow morning," Coulson announced. "Wanda, Pietro, and… T'Challa, oh I see. Well, that isn't…" Coulson fell into a pensive state. He looked up at Peter. "It says here that Wanda is also a freshman," he smiled his trademark smile and glanced up at the clock. "Ok, class dismissed,"

The bell rang on perfect cue.

"Stephen, Peter, please stay after class."

There were a few oohs and aahs. Stephen simply rolled his eyes.

Peter shrugged on his backpack and walked over to where Coulson was sitting with his laptop.

"Hi Peter. I just received an email that your parent is allowing you to stay at this school. Your roommate will be Wade Wilson. Because of Quill's unexpected department, we also have to move Stephen along with you. Wade was apparently kicked out by his roommate due to…" Coulson squinted at the screen, "…sexual harassment? Anyways, please obey curfew hours and stay in your room after 11 pm. If Wade is causing any of you tension, please report to me or Ms. Agent Maria Hills. Here is your schedule. We have put you in the classes to your appropriate levels. If there's anything you want to change in the schedule, please come see me. I'll always be in this room during the mornings of homeroom times. Stephen, your schedule has remained the same. You are all dismissed. Thank you,"

Coulson handed him a sheet of paper. "This contains everything you need to know about your stay at Avengers Academy. Any other questions, just find me,"

Stephen was already out the door. Peter quickly waved a goodbye at Coulson before running after his roommate.

"What's the room number?"

"Uh… 304, Dorm 2," Peter said.

Stephen sighed. "Come on, follow me this will be faster," he started moving his hands in a circle and to Peter's surprise the air in front of them began to spark. A ring of orange appeared revealing another hallway. Stephen simply stepped over it.

"Come on!" He called. Peter hesitantly followed, jumping over the ring and making sure none of the weird fire sparks touch his clothes.

"This should be it," Stephen stared up at the room reading 304. He knocked. A loud swear word answered him.

"Language!" Peter flinched then turned around to see the boy with the shield on his back walking past them.

A second passed. The door in front of them opened. A boy wearing some red mask popped up and flipped the bird at Steve before realizing they were standing there.

"So, you guys are my roommates?" Wade asked.

Stephen shrugged past him without a word. Peter glanced at him before offering a small smile at Wade. "Hi, I'm Peter," he held out a hand. The masked boy slapped it. "Gave you cancer!" He said. "Just kidding,"

Wade left the door and Peter pushed in. There were two bunk beds on either side of the room.

"I call the top left," Wade pointed. Stephen has already dropped his backpack at the bottom right.

"Uh, I guess I'll just take bottom left then," he said. He sat down to examine the room. Wade was doing something he didn't really want to know above him. Stephen started playing with the rings around his finger.

"Well, aren't we just a family!" Wade popped his head back out again. Stephen turned to face the wall.

Peter sighed. This was going to be a long year.