Hello, so this is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction so I would love some feedback, but nothing too harsh okay? I'll have to admit its a little long, but hopefully its not to horrible... Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Clint leaned against the street lamp, a backpack slung over his shoulder. The other kids were gathered in a cluster ten feet away, texting and buzzing happily. He preferred to keep his distance.

When the bus finally came, he took up the rear and followed the group on. It seemed that he wasn't the last stop, so there were plenty of open seats. He slipped into the first seat he saw and leaned back with a sigh.

This year was going to be a lot different. Due to budget cuts in the school district, they had to cut his school off and transfer all the students into the private school down the block. It probably wouldn't be considered private anymore, though it was a hundred times nicer than the other school. Clint wouldn't actually mind going to that school except for the fact that the students from the two schools were completely different. The private school kids were the intelligent rich kids, whose parents didn't care about what they did as long as they weren't in jail for too long. While the student's from Clint's school were either from really poor families and couldn't afford to go to a better school or they were in some gang, getting into fights everyday.

In short, whoever decided it was a good idea to combine these two schools was either extremely drunk or didn't know how to count higher than one.

When Clint had figured this all out the night before, he also figured out that he was one of the exceptional few who didn't fall into either category which allowed him a small amount of satisfaction.

His thoughts were suddenly disrupted by a voice that rang sweetly in his ears like honey, "Clint, scoot."

He slid over to the window as the girl sat down. He watched as she dropped her backpack under the seat. Her red curls fell down the sides of her flawless face onto her perfectly proportioned body.

When she finished and looked up at him he directed his gaze towards the seat in front of him instead. She watched him a few seconds more then her red lips formed into the smallest of smiles.

Clint followed her off the bus and took in the scene before him. He could see that most of year's problems had already started and that was just in the parking lot. He dreaded what might be inside.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" She spun around to face him, holding out a silver package, "Poptart?"

He gladly took it, and ripped open the shiny wrapper, "Real food!"

"What kind of diet is Jan trying out now?" she asked, eyes sparkling with amusement.

Clint pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking the time, "Its called paleo or something weird like that. Its only food you could find if you were a cave man."

"Sounds harsh."

"Believe me, it is, but at least this one has meat in it," he glanced around, then added, "the bus was pretty early, wanna sit down somewhere?"

"Sure, but since when have you cared about the bus being early, or better yet, when school starts?" She knew him too well.

They started walking towards one of the trees nearest the school's front doors. This school had much nicer flowerbeds then the ones he was used to. There was actually living plants in the ones here.

Clint gulped down a large chunk of breakfast pastry, "It's a new school right? I figured I should at least try a little harder this year."

He slid down the trunk of the tree, Natasha right next to him. He noticed and tried to ignore the slight touch of her shoulder against his and continued eating.

Natasha looked at him, "That's the only reason? Clint, I know you would never in a million years use that as a reason to do better in school."

"You're no fun to be around Nat, I can never get a lie past you," He smiled when she rolled her eyes at him. "Jan said if I was on time to all my classes for the first quarter and kept my grade above a C then she'd get me a new compound bow. I've outgrown my old one anyway."

"Clint Barton, being on time to every class?" She let out a small chuckle, "If that ever happens I'll be sure the world is ending."

"Thanks for being so supportive," he mumbled, trying to sound heartbroken.

They sat for a moment in silence. Both of the scanned the other students that walked by. It was something both of them had in common. They were observers. Silent observers to be precise.

That's probably one of the reasons why most people seemed to be afraid of them.

Clint smiled, he didn't mind being scary. At least nobody bugged him if he gave someone a glare.

There were plenty of students Clint didn't recognize. He watched the desperate attempts of some freshman girls trying to get the attention of two muscular looking guys who were hanging out by the stairs. One of the boys, one with dark brown hair and who was slightly smaller than his companion, seemed to acknowledge them with a smile. His blond haired friend on the other hand didn't seem interested at all and kept talking.

Turning his head towards a bus that was now just pulling up, he watched people spill from its opened doors. There were rich kids, poor kids, nerds, jocks, and gangs of girls, a pretty big mixture for one bus. One group that stepped off drew his attention above the rest. It wasn't they way they dressed, or looked like, it was what they were saying. Clint couldn't understand a single word of it and was pretty damn sure it wasn't Spanish.

He nudged Natasha with an elbow, she had studied almost every language she could get her hands on and was planning to do the same at this school. He figured she would know.

"What are they speaking?"

She diverted her eyes from a small group of students and watched them as they passed by. They both listened. Now Clint could tell they were mixing English with whatever other language they were speaking, and it sounded weird. The head of the group, a big guy with extremely long blond hair was laughing at his friends about "the time I faced a real bilgesnip…"

Natasha shrugged, "Sounds European, probably northern, like Norwegian or something."

Clint noted this.

Natasha let out a sigh of annoyance and he followed her gaze.

He looked familiar, he knew that for sure, but had no clue as to where he had seen him before. He wasn't the jock type, but Clint could tell he was rich just by looking at the pair of hundred dollar shades he was wearing.

"Who's he?"

Natasha stared at him, "You're lucky you don't know…It's none other than Tony Stark, a jerk with billions of dollars and everything he could possibly want."

"The guy who was on the news after his parents died? Something about him inheriting Stark Industries right?"

Natasha nodded, still following the guy as he walked up the stairs, a mob of girls following after him. He stopped shortly to comment something to the blond guy that Clint remembered for blowing off the freshmen girls. Obviously whatever he had said bugged the poor guy because he turned with clenched fists all the while his face turning red with a blush. As Stark opened the door though, the billionaire turned his head and stared towards Clint and Natasha's tree.

He gave her a long look, then removed his shades, giving her a wink, and then put them back on and entered the building.

"I don't like him," Clint concluded, "I take it you don't either?"

He got a look that resembled the look of someone who was just asked if the sky was blue.

"We should get inside, get a look at the halls before school officially starts," she stood up.

Reluctantly Clint followed, he wished he could just sit under the tree forever. The new year loomed a head of him like he was a little kid about to ride the biggest roller coaster at the fair, but he wasn't scared. No, he just wanted nothing more than to lean back and relax, with Natasha at his side.

When they got inside, Natasha looked around. It was nice and clean. No cracked windows, no graffiti on the lockers. She could get used to this.

She also noticed that it was way more crowded than she had expected. Her school had been small, one of the reasons the district cut them off and joined them with this small private school, but there were just too many kids in the halls here.

She pushed her way through the crowd, Clint right on her heels.

Now it started.

She was conscious of the many pairs of eyes that locked onto her. Almost everyone they passed at least glanced at her, if not look a little longer. It was no lie that she was probably the sexiest girls in school. It had always been like that, and Natasha knew that.

Both guys and girls looked at her. The guys for obvious perverted reasons, and the girls in envy for her perfectly curved body and flawless skin. By tomorrow most of the people would be too scared to look too long.

She made it known that she could easily kick anyone's ass if they tried to touch her, but that didn't always stop some of their imaginations from running free. Especially the lowlifes who didn't have anything else to think about.

As they continued to walk, she realized that this school was different. A lot of the guys here were rich and were used to getting what they wanted. She had to hold back a shiver at the thought as she felt their piercing gazes.

She noticed that Clint seemed to sense this as well. He moved ever closer to her in a possessive manner, but didn't dare touch her. He did it every year. Shooting glares at those who looked like they were taking pleasure in the view. She knew that this was probably one of the reasons why most people thought that they were together.

The truth was that they were really close friends. Nothing more, nothing less. They were never apart for long, and did everything together. Their friendship had been complicated at first, but it was clear to Natasha that Clint would do anything he could to protect her from most things. At first she had been annoyed by his acts, but lately she was actually thankful, though she would never admit it to anyone but herself.

She was used to people turning their heads everytime she walked in a door, but lately it was getting old and as she grew up, she found that the reactions of others were a lot harsher. So she let them think that she would kill them if they tried anything. She let them she didn't care.

As they got stuck in a traffic jam of students near the main office, some group of guys made a catcall in her direction. She ignored it, but already knew that Clint was casting them threatening glares. She grabbed his arm and maneuvered through the students

She glanced back at him, "We have same first period right?"

"Yeah", it took a second for him to reply and she led him through the swarm of people mingling in the last minutes before they'd be subject to unwanted work. They had math together first period. That was the only class Clint had managed to get honors in, and besides that the two also shared P.E.

"When are you going to learn to ignore them Clint?" she glanced at the room numbers. Neither she or Clint had stayed at orientation long enough to take a tour. All they had needed was their schedule and then they had left.

"When they learn that you'd never hook up with them."

She sighed as the room numbers flew by, 45, 46, 47 –

Someone stepped out in front of her. If it hadn't been for Clint pulling her back to a stop, she would have ran right into him. She guessed he wanted that to have happened because of the disappointed look he wore under his shades.

He brushed it off, "What is your name?"

"None of your damn business."

He looked at Clint who was glaring at him like he had to everyone else. She hoped the dark haired boy would get scared by both their attitudes.

But, of course not, it was Tony Stark, why would she expect that from him?

"Boyfriend?" He said a slight twinge of disgust pinned to it. Natasha realized she was still holding onto his arm, and immediately dropped it.

"Again Stark, none of your damn business."

She tried to push past him, but he just followed in step next to her, on the opposite side of Clint. He wasn't falling for it, or was just incredibly stupid.

"You're new here right? One of the students from that crappy school down the street? What class do you have next, I'd be more that happy to show you around," he smiled at her then added a bit softer, "I know a few good closets around here."

Clint had finally decided that the billionaire had overstayed his welcome and approached Tony, fists clenched. He grabbed a fistful shirt as close to Tony's neck as he possibly could, "You should learn when to leave a girl alone."

Tony ignored him as he was backed up against the wall and looked back towards her, "So he is your boyfriend."

Clint raised his free fist as if he was going to punch him. Tony put his hands up, "Calm down lover boy, I won't invite her to the closet ever again."

With that comment, Natasha connected her fist to his face in a well aimed punch. Clint released Tony with a final glare and came up beside Natasha once more. Natasha smiled, quite please with herself and studied his reddening face. He looked pissed.

Clint offered a fist bump, which she accepted, "Nice one."

There were some gasps as the billionaires followers rushed to him with fake concern. He pushed them away, holding the side of his face as he tried to calmly walk in a "cool" manner down in the direction of the nurses office.

"Math's just right in there," she pointed to the next room after Clint and her had watched him strut away. Then she whispered so only Clint could hear, "I'll make sure you can get a hit next time."

He nodded as a devious grin took a hold of his face.

The bell rang, and as other, new students rushed to find their classes and hope the teachers didn't mark them tardy, he just strutted down one of the halls. His face feeling a little better after he had nurtured it with an ice pack for the last five minutes. Nonetheless, it was going to leave a mark.

Tony Stark was hardly ever on time, especially on the first day of school.

Besides, he didn't have any parents who would yell at him for being late to every class, they were dead. He might get Pepper or Rhodey nipping at him every once in a while, but they were goody-two-shoes and didn't understand how being fashionably late was what made the teachers remember him. Of course there was plenty of other reasons as well, but he wasn't worried about those yet.

He pulled out his one of a kind Stark cell phone. He'd get there at least ten minutes late. That way most of the boring old, "say hi to your neighbor so you know who they are even though you'll forget until halfway through the year" ritual would be over.

He leaned casually against one of the walls, blasting AC/DC and Black Sabbath into his ears. He had no fears of getting in trouble for being out in the halls without a pass because most teachers either didn't care, or didn't want to have to deal with him.

Reflecting on the half hour worth of school so far this year, he could already tell this was going to be a much better year than the last, despite being punched. Last year he was dealing with his parent's deaths and his father's company. In fact that had taken up most of his summer as well, except, well… He didn't want to think of the worst part of his summer.

This year he had lots of new people to pester, especially the red head and lover boy. He now knew how much they could take, now all he had to do was try not to push it that far every time. He continued thinking about her. God she was a prize. He remembered first setting eyes on her under that tree after bugging Steve. She was smoking hot and he had been pleasantly surprised that she had been watching him, though the glare she had given him told that she would rather see him gutted and cooked over the fire.

And then there were all the people from last year. He already knew what to bug Steve about. Last year he was a scrawny little guy who could barely run or lift anything heavier than two pounds. Over the summer he had had a complete transformation. He had muscles and was well toned. He even appeared to have grown like a foot. Tony wanted whatever steroid Steve was taking, maybe then the red head wouldn't be so cool towards him. He liked to think that if a girl punched you, then they did like you, but they were just to stubborn to admit it. The only bad thing about being punched by her though, was that he looked like a wimp in front of anyone who had been watching. Tony Stark could not be labeled as a wimp.

Someone would pay for that.

He leaned towards that someone being loverboy, since he had been the one who had set everything up for her.

He looked at his phone once more, a quarter past eight, time to go.

When he strutted through the doorway, the teacher gave him an annoyed look.

"And here class is example A! Anyone late to my class will be rewarded with an after school detention. Stark I'll be seeing you there." The teacher walked over from the whiteboard to his desk.

"It's nice to see how much you love me Mr. Hansen," Tony glanced around the room. These were supposed to be the smart kids in high level math, so obviously lover boy had a scheduling error. He was sitting at a desk next to the red head across the room.

"Tony, just find yourself a seat, but don't get too comfortable, I'm assigning seats in just one minute. Have some one fill you in on the rules," as he spoke the last sentence the tone in which he said it was doubtful. Tony smiled and sat down in the back behind a blond chick he didn't recognize.

As the teacher fiddled with something on his laptop, Tony hoped he'd get to sit next to the red head. That would really make lover boy angry, and then he could start his work of getting under her skin.

Glancing around the room he recognized most of the people from last year's math, not that he knew most of their names. Most of them were nerds, but he didn't consider himself one of them. He was a genius, not a nerd.

The teacher then approached the front of the class, holding a clip board. "Okay mathematicians, here's your seating assignment, you must be in these seats the moment the bell rings or you will be marked tardy."

He then started calling out names and Tony leaned back in his chair. Apparently the school had run out of single desks and had to use small tables that were shared between two people. Man this merging of schools sucked.

"Tony, Clint, you're sitting here." Mr. Hansen motioned to the desk he was now standing in front of.

He stood up, but realized with a sinking feeling that he'd already met Clint. Lover boy stood up at the same time, glaring at Tony. Tony started rethinking everything so far and concluded that this year was in truth, not going to be as good as he had hoped.

The two ignored each other most of class. Clint obviously pissed the whole time. Tony just leaned back, as the teacher finished up with his beginning of the year spiel.

"Okay," the teacher clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention, "We'll kick start this year with some review working with the person next to you. I'm passing out a sheet you need to show all your work and include your partner."

"Okay lover boy, not sure how you got in this class, but feel free to do it all." Tony closed his eyes.

He didn't reply right away, but when he did he only said, "Don't call me that."

Tony opened his eyes again and leaned forward, "Why not? It's not a lie. It's the truth, mom taught me to always tell the truth."

"Words of wisdom, but I have a feeling you aren't that wise." Tony snorted. "You're wrong."

"Excuse me, how am I wrong, the way you got defensive, tell me that isn't love."

"We aren't together," Tony noticed him shoot a glance towards the red head.

He followed his gaze and saw her sitting across the room, busily working with her partner.

"God, Bruce is lucky." Tony saw the small kid sitting next to her. He was an incredibly smart kid. Tony had to admit, he was almost as smart as himself and when they had had science together last year they were the teachers star students.

"Another one of your rich playboy friends?" Clint spat finally taking a look at the paper that had been passed out.

"Nah, he's the complete opposite." Clint arched a brow for a moment of surprise, but didn't say anything.

Tony leaned back again, waiting for the class to be over. He wanted to bug his partner some more, but he looked like he was trying to hold himself back from punching in his face, and with the way he had acted earlier, Tony wouldn't put it past him.

Bruce entered the room of his second period class. His favorite class. Science.

So far, he had successfully avoided any trouble. He remembered last year with a shiver. His first day at this school was spent hiding from bullies.

In fact there hadn't been much wrong with his first class either. His math partner, Natasha was smart and he didn't have to correct her on too much. She was a little rusty around the edges, but unlike most pretty girls, she had far more brains. He had to admit she was probably one of the sexiest girls he had met, but he knew she would never go out with him, so he didn't linger on the thought.

The front board had directions written on it, which he followed. Grab a lab partner and sit down.

He looked around, not many people were here yet, and those who were here already had a partner.

He just sat down at an empty lab station and got out some supplies. When the bell rang, everyone had a partner but him.

He shrugged, he didn't mind being alone. He actually preferred it, though he had to admit, being partners with Stark last year was nothing short of fantastic. Tony was the smartest rich kid in the school, and most likely the smartest kid altogether, despite his mouth and being a ladies man.

The teacher rambled about basically the same things Mr. Hansen had said and then started passing out textbooks.

When the door opened ten minutes after class had started, no one was surprised to see none other than Tony Stark.

The teacher gave him a look of disapproval, then pointed towards Bruce.

Bruce got excited; this day just kept getting better. World beware, the science buddies were back.

Tony waltzed to his seat and nodded to Bruce, then took out his phone underneath the desk. Neither of them really needed to read any of the stuff in the textbooks, they just needed to do experiments, but Bruce guessed that they wouldn't start those for a week at least. He also couldn't help but notice the red on Tony's face, but didn't want to hurt the boys ego by asking about it.

In the next class, Bruce's least favorite class, he realized that if he thought there were worse people before the collision of schools, then he was wrong. Now, there was even more jocks and bullies in one room than he had ever experienced. And of course it was P.E. that they were all gathered.

The teachers had already decided that they wouldn't do a welcome to P.E. speech and instead just started out with dodgeball.

Of course it had to be dodgeball.

Last year, Bruce had become used to hiding in the back with Steve Rogers, but when he saw how much Steve had changed he didn't know what to do. He was extremely buff and at first Bruce had thought he had mistaken him for someone else.

Bruce had no idea how it was even humanly possibly for someone to change in just one summer. The Steve Bruce remembered was small, weak, had frequent asthma attacks and was horrible at sports, but had the heart of courage to try hitting people in dodgeball instead of just letting them pick on him.

Bruce had always been fond of that part of him, but now couldn't tell if that had changed about him as well.

So when the teams were picked, Bruce was lucky enough to end up on Steve's team.

The teachers blew a whistle and there was a sudden explosion of kids and balls everywhere.

Bruce immediately backed away from the line of fire and watched carefully for any potential enemies. So far, no one had really noticed him, but that was only because they were trying to bet the most athletic people out first, so they had a better chance at winning.

He became so focused on watching out for threats coming from the other team that he didn't realize someone from his own team had sent a ball hurtling at him.

But, before it hit him, a large boy had caught the ball and stared down Bruce's attacker, "Get out!" and he pointed towards the bleachers where those who were out were sitting.

Bruce didn't catch the guys reaction, but saw him slump over towards the bleachers.

The boy who saved him, then backed up so they stood side by side, still looking out for incoming projectiles.

It was Steve.

"Thanks Steve," Bruce managed to say.

"It's my pleasure," Steve chucked a ball across the gym flawlessly hitting his taget with more force than Bruce had ever seen him capable of.

Before he could think about what he was saying Bruce asked, "What happened to you?"

Steve glanced at his friend. What had happened? he thought. The summer had been one of the biggest of his lives and he was pretty glad that it had happened.

"Well, uh, a friend of my fathers had offered to try his cure of asthma on me, and I said yes," he kept his eyes on the gym, but could still sense Bruce's shock.

"His experiment made you buff?"

"Well, no-" they both dodged an incoming ball. He chucked it back, smiling when he hit his target, "I started working out a lot."

Bruce nodded slowly, but didn't really understand.

Steve reluctantly ripped his gaze to focus on Bruce, "I felt so free, not being held back by asthma anymore, so I took advantage of it, plus a growth spurt or two," he added.

Bruce smiled and patted him on the back, "I'm happy for you Steve."

"Yeah, thanks," Steve chucked yet another ball. With his newfound strength, he should be in a different spot of the gym, somewhere where he could easily access balls and have better spot to throw from, but he felt obligated to stay by Bruce.

Bruce seemed to sense this.

"You know, I should probably try to get hit soon, before it's a one on one with the jocks."

Steve nodded thankfully and jogged into the main chaos of the game.

"Good luck," he heard Bruce call as he started chucking ball after ball at the opposing team.

He fell into a rhythm. Grab ball, scan other team, pinpoint target, throw, and then repeat the whole process over and over. He dodged ball after ball as well. The other team must have finally figured out that he was a strong player, but he dodged every attempt they had made to hit him.

As time passed, Steve soon realized with a sense of accomplishment that it was just him and one other guy on the other team.

Steve didn't recognize him from last year, but he was tall, buff, and had long blond hair. They were almost evenly matched and easily dodged each other while trying to throw at the same time.

This went on for several minutes and Steve saw the boy start to grow more and more frustrated with every throw.

Steve suddenly had an idea.

He dropped the ball he was about to throw and got ready to dodge the next attack.

Ball after ball whooshed past him, but Steve dodged every one without retaliating.

The boy, oblivious to Steve's plan chucked every ball at him, until he found no more to grab. Steve watched as the boy frantically glanced around him for something to throw.

In that moment of confusion, Steve took his opportunity to throw.

The ball hit him square in the chest and the students in the bleachers roared thunderously.

"Steve! Steve! Steve!" they all cheered as his blond opponent sagged in defeat.

Steve felt his chest swell with accomplishment as his teammates swarmed around him continuously cheering.

He was really glad that things had happened the way they had this summer.

Thor Odinson had thought that joining the exchange program would be wonderful, and indeed it had, until third period.

So far, he had met pretty girls, hit it off pretty well with teacher, gained some new friends, and his brother hadn't gotten into trouble, but now he was in a bad mood.

He had never lost any of the sports he had played back home in Scandinavia.

His classmates should have been calling his name, not Steve's.

Thor replayed the whole game in his head and concluded that the American had only won because of trickery. Otherwise Thor was confident that he would have won.

At least it was lunchtime, and as Thor and his buddies walked down to the cafeteria he listened to their excited chatter.

Sif, who had her black hair tied back, and wore respectful clothing compared to some of the other girls in school, was babbling about something she had heard about sports to Fandral.

Before he could pick out any specific words, Volstagg had elbowed Thor quite forcefully.

"Hey, lighten up, we're about to see if American food lives up to what everyone says about it." The large boy beamed.

Thor suddenly forgot about his defeat, he had completely forgotten about how hungry he had been before third period. He was overdue for some food.

Inside the large cafeteria, Thor could smell the mouthwatering flavors of fried goods. His mother had always made homemade food, and though it was delicious, the thought never crossed her mind to cook anything other than traditional Scandinavian food.

But, Thor was open to this exposure to new food.

His friends some of the early few, and were able to get through the food line in no time at all.

He carried his steaming pile of food and was followed by the others to a table in the center of the room.

His stomach let out a loud thundering, and Thor could take the urge no longer. He ferociously attacked the plate as soon as he had sat down.

His friends had the same idea, but they were a little more graceful, with the exception of Volstagg who had managed a tray twice the size of Thor's.

As the cafeteria began to fill up, Thor looked around for a familiar face. Some nice people he had met earlier asked to sit with him. He nodded, but continued searching.

He didn't see his brother anywhere. Had he gotten in trouble? Again? No, he wouldn't dare do that on the first day of school, would he? Thoughts jumbled around in his head. His brother was always getting in trouble, always ruining a fraction of Thor's image because of his antics. To put it frankly, Thor had become very annoyed by it and could hardly stand it any longer.

Fandral jabbed him in the side, "What bothers you Thor?"

"Where is Loki, shouldn't he be here?"

His friends looked around, but Sif was the one to talk first, "He didn't have the same lunch as us, right?"

Hogung nodded, silently, and Thor briefly remembered his brother telling him that. Thor managed to relax a lot more and settled in to finish his food.

Lunch had proven to be uneventful, besides a few girls flirting with him. Unfortunately, none of his friends had fifth period English, so he would have to find someone he could befriend if he wished to have fun in his least favorite class.

When he got there, he was greeted by a smiling lady, who had a clipboard with seat assignments already written on it. Much to Thor's delight, the classroom had tables set up for four people to accommodate. It would be much easier to make friends this way.

His table was in the back, but he didn't bother to look at who was sitting next to him.

There was already a dirty blonde haired boy sitting in the farthest seat from the front, silently watching everyone.

Thor smiled as he approached, taking the seat across from him, "Hello"

"Hey," the boy placed his attention on Thor. Thor thought he recognized the boy from some other class, but couldn't remember clearly. Today had been pretty exciting.

"My name is Thor Odinson," he held out his hand. Hopefully they would get along.

The boy showed a hint of surprise, most likely at his name like everyone else, but shook his hand.

"Clint Barton."

It was then that a girl with short black hair sat down in the seat next to Clint.

"Hello," he greeted her with a handshake. She seemed pleasantly surprised by his manners and arched a brow at Clint as if expressing that to him.

"The name's Maria Hill, who are you?" she asked.

Thor let go of her hand, "Nice to meet you Maria, my name's Thor Odinson."

She smiled slightly then turned to Clint, who had gone back to examining the classroom, " How has your first day gone Barton?" she seemed to imply something that Thor didn't quite get.

"Just peachy," Clint smiled deviously.

"You two know each other?" Thor asked, trying not to be left out. He saw potential in them as friends.

"We went to the other school together," Maria explained. She then narrowed her eyes, "You're an exchange student, right?"

"Yes," Thor said gleefully, "America has been delightful in my experience so far."

"Well lets hope your experience stays like that," she said just as the teacher shut the door and cleared her throat.

Loki breathed let out a bored sigh. The last period of the day was finally here, but of course it was physical education. He wasn't one of the jocks who enjoyed it, or one of the nerds who feared it. He was the type of person who didn't care for it unless he could somehow get payback on his brother, but alas, Thor did not have the same period P.E. as him.

So as he sat in the bleachers as the teachers explained they would be playing dodgeball, Loki zoned out.

His hateful thoughts were all directed towards his brother and parents, correction: Thor's parents. He had grown farther apart from his so called family ever since he had found out he was adopted nearly two years ago. Now he despised his brother even more.

They had always been competing for Odin's favor, and Thor had almost always won, but now Loki knew why. Thor was now expected to take over Odin's successful European company, while Loki was totally forgotten about.

But, what angered Loki the most was that his brother thought that there was nothing wrong with any of it. Of course he had no idea how it had felt, especially because he had always came out as the winner on top. Loki now focused all his energy into punishing Thor for his arrogance and this new school in a new country proved that he might be able to finally accomplish it.

Thanks for reading! I hope it wasn't too horrible, and please review. I'll accept any form of constructive criticism. And I promise I'll have more Loki in the next chapter.