A/N: Hey there, guys! I know, I know, I should be working on Iron Man Knows All, and I feel EXTREMELY guilty for not updating in forever; you guys will get an update soon, I PROMISE! However, in my writer's block on that story, I decided to start writing this. It's going to be a secondary project to Iron Man Knows All, as that will always come first in my priorities from this day forth!
Here's how this is going to work. I have already written two more chapters for this story. I will post the next one tomorrow or the day after, and the next chapter the next day or so after that. But, in the meantime, I want REVIEWS! I want to know what you guys think, how much you like it, and maybe possibly, some things you might want to happen!
And, without further ado, the first chapter in my Avengers High School Story!

Chapter 1: Tony

The car rolled to a stop as it pulled into the school parking lot. The engine loitered, then turned off. Tony sighed. He shouldn't have to put up with this. He was Tony Stark, son of billionaire Howard Stark. He shouldn't be forced to go to public school with the public. It was demeaning. For ten years of his life, Tony had been homeschooled by the world's most prestigious tutor. But when Tony had set fire to her Porsche and taken her wig right off her head, she'd stated that he was a notorious child and impossible to teach any longer and she quit, taking her money and burnt Porsche with her. Tony's father had made him go to public school last year, and Tony had barely made it through the ninth grade. No, it wasn't that he was failing all his classes; they were much too easy. He just had a problem with authority. He only made it past that year because his father was one of the most powerful men in the country, behind the president.

Today was Tony's first day of tenth grade. And yes, he could drive a car. He made sure of that fact. He wasn't looking forward to stepping into that building. The classes were too easy. He could pass them in the blink of an eye, if he tried. It was below him to actually try. Then the teachers would expect more out of him. There were only three reasons Tony actually went to school. The first was so that he didn't get marked down absent and reported to his father. The last thing he needed was his father on his tail.

The second was so that he could watch all the people at school. Sometimes it was fun just to watch. Since his old childhood friends Rhodey and Happy went to the high school across the city, Tony had to come up with games to play himself. And sometimes those games were fun. Sometimes they backfired.

The third reason was so that he might get a chance with the beautiful Pepper Potts. He'd met her last year, and it was his ultimate goal in life to get her to become entranced with him. So far, it hadn't worked. He'd tried all the tricks in the book, but she was still out of his reach. This year, he'd have to try something else.

Tony heard the warning bell ring. He sighed. He didn't particularly want to start the year off with calls to his father. He reluctantly slung his bag over his shoulder and got out of the car, starting his strut toward the front door. He felt the eyes of all the freshmen girls lock onto him and heard the frenzied whispers, and he began to smile. Ah, yes, the glam of being famous. Sometimes it was nice.

Of course, the minute he walked into the building, he ran smack into another kid.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Tony snapped.

"Sorry."

"Do you who I am?"

"Yeah. You're the local narcissistic smart-ass."

Tony whipped his head towards the kid and give him a look-over. He was a scrawnier kid, with a mess of black hair and a backpack once neat of papers that was now spilling of them. He retrieved a pair of glasses from the floor, wiped them on his purple polo shirt and put them on his face. He looked Tony in the eye.

"You're the smart-ass," Tony chirped.

"Not usually. I don't usually talk," the kid said.

"Really? 'Cause you seem to be doing an excellent job of it right now."

The kid shrugged and began to shove his books and papers back into his bag. Tony snuck a peek at some of them.

"Physics?" Tony questioned, looking back at the kid. "You a junior?" He looked a little small to be a junior.

"Nah. Sophomore. Took biology in eighth grade and chemistry last year."

Tony smiled. He was beginning to like this kid. "Math?"

"Calculus. Already took all those other ones."

Tony liked this kid even more. He picked up the last remaining book and handed it to the kid. "Well, then. There's a reason the word smart is in smart-ass." Tony extended his hand. "I'm Tony Stark."

The kid took it. "I know."

"And you are?"

"Bruce Banner."

"Well, nice to meet you, Bruce. Where you going first?"

"Physics."

"Well, well. That's just where I happen to be headed." Tony put his arm around Bruce's shoulder and they proceeded down the hall. "You and I have things to talk about, Bruce. And I feel that we might just connect a little."

Things were looking up for Tony this year.


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