Tony stark pulled up in his red Mustang, his music blasted across the student parking lot. He slid into the convenient parking spot saved for him and hopped from the car. At the sight of his friends nearby, he breathed in dramatically.
"Ahh, my good friends, the sweet smell of senior year!"
Thor, wearing a large flannel and jeans, approached the car first. Thor Odinson and his brother Loki had transferred to the school in their freshman year. His family moved to the are from god knows where. Clint Barton, in a tight white V neck and black pants, stayed on top of the light post he was perched on. A spectacled Bruce Banner was not far behind Thor. Tony flashed them a bright grin, a newly developed goatee forming under his lip. Tony was dressed in a black suit jacket and pants. He perched his sunglasses on his nose.
"Stark, my friend!" Thor greeted the young billionaire fondly, in his strange accent. "How I had longed to see you over the long sun season break!"
"Thor, I was busy in Hawaii. The babes there..." Tony cat called. "Banner, nice to see you too!"
Banner stepped forward to shake Tony's hand.
"Birdy, you coming down to say hello to me?" Tony shouted towards Clint. "I'm extremely popular right now. I'll sign your chest if you like."
"I'm good, rich boy." Clint called down calmly.
"The Hawkeye has been up there all morning," Thor told Tony.
Clint rolled his eyes at the nickname. He saw better from a distance because he was far-sighted. Thor insisted the ability was that of a Hawk's eye. Clint's eye doctor insisted he wear thick black glasses while reading. Either way, Clint lost out.
"Why are you in such a good mood, Stark?" Clint asked from his post.
"Because I am the Valedictorian." Tony declared.
"Why is that exciting?" Bruce questioned. Tony didn't give a crap about school.
"Because Ms. Pepper Potts is the class representative," Tony explained, "They didn't trust me alone, so they have me working with her for absolutely everything. Homecoming, Winterblast, field trips, Prom..."
Clint and Bruce groaned inwardly. Thor clasped Tony on the back. Tony had been after Pepper for eight years at least. He was one of two girl who had ever actually denied him. The second being the Black Widow. He didn't talk about that.
The boys engaged in conversation about their summers. Thor had hooked up with his new girlfriend, Jane Foster. Bruce had invented some form of nano chip hat could read your mind. He planned on submitting it into the school's science fair. He was three years in the running for first place. Tony had been a playboy in new territory. He was quite proud to have kissed fourteen girls on his time there.
Thor's younger brother Loki stood in the shadow's listening to their conversations. He wasn't one for joining in with groups of people. He preferred to cause mischief from a distance. He slouched into the collar of his dark green trench coat and trudged away. A sly grin was pplastered across his face. Something was brewing in his agenda.
Across the schoolyard sat Natasha Romanoff. She was doodling on an old notebook of hers, waiting for school to start. She had gotten there early, avoiding her foster father like the plague. He was rude and disgusting. She looked up just as her only friend approached her. She gave him a small smile. Steve was football captain. The two of them were unlikeliest of friends. They had met in tenth grade in an art class. It was the year before Steve had buffed up and started playing ball. He had stayed her friend even through all the criticism he got for it. Natasha was an outsider, earning her the name Black Widow. Every guy in the school wanted a piece of her, of course. She was beautiful, with her red waves of hair, emerald eyes, and pouty lips. She turned every single one of them down. The spider didn't need to keep around guys and neither did she. On top of that, the only guy she had ever dated had left her. It added to her widow status. There was no wound to the name. Personally, she liked it.
"Hello, Natasha," Steve greeted politely. He sat down next to her. "How was your summer?"
"Hey Cap. I spent it away," Natasha shrugged, "Away from that lunatic."
Steve understood that the lunatic she spoke of was her foster dad.
"Where were you?" Steve asked curiously.
"I was teaching at a ballet camp." Natasha smirked at Steve. "Where were you, Big Guy?"
"You know where I was," Steve's face broke out in an uncontainable smile.
The summer after tenth grade, Steve had visited London, England with his best friend Bucky. Steve met a lovely wavy brunette named Peggy Carter. They became great friends over the summer but hadn't gone any further. He had visited her again this summer but he was a buff and attractive man now. Natasha assumed things would have heated up a bit. She knew that they both had big crushes on each other. She smiled at the thought. Steve had been in love with Peggy and had turned down every girl who had come knocking. The cheerleaders were very disappointed that they couldn't have a shot with the team captain. He was the most dedicated lovesick boy she had ever met.
"Get some action, big guy?" Natasha quirked an eyebrow.
"I, uh, took her out on a date," Steve tried to suppress his grin to no avail.
"Have you two kissed yet?" Natasha asked eagerly.
"She kissed me right before I got on the plane," Steve said almost sadly. "Who knows when we'll get to do that again."
"So are you two..." Natasha trailed off.
"Yeah," Steve was all smiles again. "She agreed to be my girlfriend. We're going to make it work."
"Good for you, Steve." Natasha was extremely happy for her friend.
"She would really like you, Nat," Steve stood with a smile.
"She really likes you," Natasha smirked.
Steve hummed in agreement. "Well, I have to go. I hope my team hasn't caused any disasters yet."
He glanced to where a big pack of boys stood. "See you third period?"
Third period was painting class.
"Yeah," Natasha looked back down to her notebook. "See you."
Steve reached the pack of large boys that he was forced to call his team. They were brutish and rude, most of the time. Steve tried to disregard their personalities as long as they brought their best to the team. He'd call them out if they were being especially stupid, but for the most part he couldn't do anything about it. He made his way to the edge of the crowd where his best players stood. Thor, Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg were in a group bellowing over something. Thor was the vice captain to the team. The three were Steve's best players. Next to them, looking quite pissed off, was Sif. Sif was the only female player on the team. It had taken a lot of effort, but Thor had pulled enough strings with Principal Fury to get him to agree. Ultimately, Vice principal Maria Hill had agreed to it, claiming it was sexist not to. Steve held his hand out to shake his players' hands.
"Rogers!" The large guys greeted loudly. "Our leader!"
Steve helped up a jersey from his backpack. They had received a new name after their last winning season. The Shield County High School Knights were now the Avengers. The school had not won one game in thirty years before last year. Now, president Fury claimed, they were going to surge to victory and avenge their many losses. The jersey was black with a neon blue A in the center. Their new uniform was a big hit with the team and they folded the captain into a group hug.
Pepper Potts walked the hallway after the first bell in her new dress suit feeling good about the new year. She was a senior and she would finally be free soon. She was lost in thought when she spotted someone waving. She rolled her eyes as a certain shaggy brunette approached her. He was infuriating by nature. Tall, no cares, rich, attractive... Pepper placed a hand to her face. "What do you want, Stark?"
"Miss Potts!" Tony greeted with great enthusiasm. "I hope that your summer was swell!"
"It was fine," Pepper grumbled.
"Good," Tony grinned. "I was hoping we could get started planning homecoming soon!"
"Homecoming is not for a month," Pepper stopped walking. "What's with your sudden interest in school?"
"Do you care about homecoming?" Tony asked.
"You're changing the subject..."
"Answer me." Tony snapped.
"Yes, I care," Pepper sighed in response.
"Good, then I do too."
Tony walked away with a stupid smile on his face, leaving a dumbfounded Pepper standing in the middle of the hall. Pepper watched as he threw an arm over Bruce Banner's shoulders and walked into his homeroom. It was no secret that Tony had been after her since at least middle school. Pepper blushed and shook her head. She walked to her own homeroom: Latin Studies.
She quickly spotted her friends, Natasha Romanoff. Her red hair made her easy to pick out from a crowd. She knew very well that Natasha may not consider her a close friend, but Nat listened and she could keep a secret so Pepper really liked her. She could talk to Natasha about anything and not feel like she was being judged. She had the theory that the redhead secretly enjoyed their girlish talks, even if she were too strong to admit it. The corner of Natasha's mouth twitched as she saw Pepper approach.
"Why are you here, Natasha?" Pepper laughed as she sat beside her, "You can speak Latin fluently."
"Well, then, this class will be a breeze," Natasha replied with a shrug.
"You can tutor me," Pepper suggested.
"If you like," Natasha smiled a bit.
They sat sharing small conversation as they waited for the teacher to arrive. Pepper shared her summer internship with Natasha. She had worked for Stark industries as a personal secretary. She suspected Tony had a great deal landing her the job. Sometimes he could actually be nice. She had thought that it would be so he could see her over the summer, but surprisingly Tony had been on vacation the entire time.
Directly before the late bell, the last kid came into class. He plopped himself down in the last seat available, in front of Natasha and next to the strange boy, Thor Odinson. Natasha rolled her eyes at his lack of grace. Pepper smirked at her friend. She didn't miss Natasha's light, almost non existent blush at the new addition, despite her disapproving face. The professor came in shortly after. He was a scrawny man. His hair was thinning drastically, almost as worn down as his tweed jacket. He made the room smell vaguely of dust. He droned on about class policies for almost the entire period. Natasha's eyes were distinctively set on the dirty blond in front of her. At one point in class he shifted into Natasha's line of vision.
"Agita corpum tuum, caudex," she huffed.
Clint turned around, shocked.
"Did you just speak Latin?"
"I did," Natasha rolled her eyes. "If you didn't understand, I asked you to move out of my way."
"Sorry." Clint smiled infuriatingly at Natasha before spinning around in his chair and slumping down.
"Thank you," Natasha replied sincerely.
As soon as the bell had rung, Pepper rushed after Natasha.
"Barton, Huh?" Pepper asked with a sly smile.
"What are you talking about?" Natasha quirked an eyebrow.
Natasha didn't mind the strawberry blonde asking questions so long as they were not personal.
"I saw you staring," Pepper almost giggled. Natasha didn't usually show any attraction to anyone.
"I just never noticed that his arms before," Natasha responded seamlessly.
"His arms?"
"Yeah," She shrugged. "They're really toned. I suppose it's from archery."
Pepper hadn't even known Clint Barton was into archery. All she knew about him was that he hung out with Tony occasionally and had nice hair. Pepper decided not to bother her friend about it. She hugged Natasha with one arm before retreating to her next class.
Second period was Advanced Placement Trigonometry for Clint Barton. He was quite sure he would fail, walking into this class. Steve Rogers sat in the middle of the classroom. He waved for Clint through the people surrounding him. He was very popular as he had led the team undefeated last year. Clint parted through them and took his seat near Steve. The blond smiled at him politely.
"Excited for some math, Steve?" Clint joked towards his neighbor. They'd lived across the street from one another their entire lives.
"I've heard that Mrs. Johnson is a great teacher," Steve replied. "This year should be a good one."
"High expectations," Clint commented.
Mrs. Johnson walked into the room. She looked like one of those women who go home to a dozen cats at the end of their day. Her knit sweater was unflattering and Clint felt the precedented need to fix her makeup. Despite her physical appearance, Steve had been right about the teacher. She had very little class policies. She knew that they were seniors in an advanced class and that they were concerned with things other than math. You were allowed to leave the class whenever you liked, so long as you passed her tests once a week. Cell Phones and iPods were acceptable in her eyes. Clint was glad that he'd be able to fail with ease. He left the class satisfied, ready for woodshop third period.
A/N: This is just a bit of fun! If you like it, let me know! Review or PM me any ideas you want in here! It's not nearly as serious as my other fics. R&R