Disclaimer: I don't own Avengers, obviously!
Mature Audiences Only!18+ for explicit sexual content, drug use, alcohol use, strong language and violence including strong abuse.
Summary: Steve lives in an abusive household, Tony is a bored genius, Bruce is a target for bullies, Thor has to watch his self-harming brother Loki, Clint is a drug addict and Natasha is being black mailed. And who said high school wasn't difficult? Slash
Genre: Drama, Sci-Fi, Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Crime
Couples: There will be a lot, and I don't want to SPOIL who ends up with whom! ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So I've seen a lot of Avengers high school fanfics and I've decided to make one of my own! If you're a fan of my Walking Dead series (Against All Odds) I still hope to make a sequel, this just happened to cross my mind first! Anyway, I plan on a lot of angst and drama so bear with me! I hope you enjoy the story.
1. Yes, they WILL gain their various superpowers – how and when depends on when I feel like adding that element into the story. For characters like Thor, Loki, Clint and Natasha, they basically already have their powers since they were born with them.
2. This is an AU so some of the facts might be twisted up, I'll do my best to explain them! Every character is a strong one with a big story to tell, so I'll handle some things with the simple AU explanation.
3. As mentioned in the warnings this fic will contain abuse from parents and bullies.
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CHAPTER 1 – DIFFERENT STROKES
Tony puts his head against the stall door and lets out a long sigh. He knew freshmen were good for something. The teen was on his knees, squeezing Tony's penis a little too hard and involved his teeth a bit too much, but he was still a beginner. It was still the beginning of the school year – he had time to break the kid in.
"Watch your teeth," Tony hisses.
The student grunts, not taking Tony's penis out of his mouth. For that Tony gives him some brownie points. His buzzes near the boy's ear. He reaches into his pocket, pulling his iPhone out of his pocket. It was a text from one of his friends, telling him the teacher was mad he was skipping class again.
So what?
Tony texts back, and he puts the phone back in his pocket. The freshman makes Tony moan. He reaches around Tony's hips, gripping the senior's ass. He deep throats Tony's penis. Wow, talented freshman – this one was a keeper. Tony puts both hands against the stall wall and he thrusts into the freshman's mouth.
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"What's that?" Clint asks, pointing at the sign for a GSA meeting coming up soon. Natasha shrugs, walking over to examine the paper. She reads over it quickly, looking up at Clint.
"It's the Gay Straight Alliance. Apparently someone's starting one up in the school," Natasha says.
"We don't even have any gay students here," Clint says, frowning at the list.
Natasha frowns at him. "There are plenty of them. You just don't notice it."
"Like who?" Clint challenges.
Natasha frowns. "Like… the guy who sits behind us in Chem? He's always staring at you like he has a crush on you."
"Tasha, that's a girl," Clint says.
Natasha laughs. "Oh. Well it looks like we both need to learn more about gays. Hey, why don't we go to the club?"
"I'm not gay," Clint says.
"Neither am I," Natasha says. "You're forgetting the 'straight' part."
"That sounds dumb," Clint says.
"Scared?" Natasha laughs. "Or worse, homophobic?"
"I'm not!" Clint says. "Fine, I'll go if you go. And if people start calling me gay I'm blaming you."
"Fine with me," Natasha laughs. "If people start calling me gay I won't care."
"Every guy in the school will though," Clint says. "You and Pepper, the two hottest girls in school. I'd pay to watch that."
Natasha laughs, shoving Clint.
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Thor sighs, glancing at the clock. It was almost time to get the hell out of here and he couldn't wait. He just wants football practice to begin. He wants to get out there, get his heart racing, his adrenaline pumping. It was his greatest stress reliever when he slammed into these guys on the field. It always feels good to hit something and not get in trouble for it.
Thor phone vibrates. He waits until the teacher turns his back and then Thor checks his phone. It's a text from Steve.
Hey man ur bro is
skipping class again.
Whats up?
"Fuck," Thor says.
"Excuse me?"
Thor looks up and the teacher is looking at him. Thor causally puts his phone into his pocket as the attention of the entire class turns onto him. He didn't realize he'd spoken out loud.
"Do you have something to add to the class?" the teacher asks.
"Ah…" Thor laughs. "Actually I really need to use the bathroom."
The teacher narrows his eyes.
"Please?"
"Fine," he says. "You have 5 minutes."
Thor shrugs. "I have to take a dump." Some of the guys in the class start chuckling.
"7 minutes," the teacher says. "Use the extra 2 to wash your hands!"
"Understood," Thor says, rushing out of the room.
Usual spot?
Thor texts Steve. He gets a quick response from Steve:
Yea im outside
the b-room
He knew exactly what Loki was doing – skipping class to go cut himself in a nearby bathroom. That guy had some serious issues that Thor could hardly handle on his own. Funny that his parents hardly seem to notice, even when Thor points the problem out to them.
As he rushes down the hall he sees a flier for GSA. He didn't know the school had one of those. For a moment he even considered going. Then he laughed it off. That would be ridiculous – what would the guys on the football team that he showers with every day think about that?
Thor reaches the bathroom near Loki's classroom. Steve is standing outside, nodding towards the door. Thor smiles at his friend, patting Steve on the back. He walks into the bathroom quietly, listening closely. It was in the middle stall he heard the soft crying sounds. He walks over and knocks on the door softly.
"Loki, it's Thor," he says.
The lock clicks and the door slowly opens. Loki sits with his legs folded on the toilet seat, his razor in his hand, two thin slices already on his wrist.
"Oh, Loki," whispers Thor.
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Steve walks away from the bathroom. Now that Thor was there to keep Loki from really hurting himself Steve could return to class. His job was done. He puts his hand on his shoulder there Thor had patted him. It was a bruise. Although Thor had just lightly touched him Steve had received that bruise the night before.
He was more used to his drunk, angry father than his sober, kind father. When Joseph Rogers first got laid off was when he started drinking. Even when he got a new job he continued to drink. And he started hurting Steve, though never when Sarah Rogers was around, not that she'd do anything to stop it.
Steve stops when he notices a flier on the wall. It was a GSA flier, a new group that was starting soon. Steve would love to go but he was a football player. He couldn't go to a gay group, even if he pretended to be straight. What would his best friend Thor think of him?
"Thinking about going?"
Steve nearly jumps out of his skin. Phil Coulson, the algebra teacher comes walking down the hall with a pile of math books in his hands. Steve had him for Algebra II and Phil was hands down the best math teacher – and teacher for that matter – in the entire school.
"N – no," Steve says. He sighs, "W – well…"
"If you're worried about what people will think it's also a straight club, and a football player's support would be appreciated. Unless you're actually gay?"
Steve frowns. "Well, I…"
Phil laughs. "I've got to get to my class. But hey, no pressure, it would be cool if you came. It's not a big deal to show up and it'll be great to give your support."
"Y – yeah," Steve says as Phil rushes down the hall and rounds the corner. Steve looks back at the flier. "Great support…" he puts his hand over the bruise on his shoulder. "What would my dad think of that?"
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Bruce rushes out of class, hearing the young men behind him rushing to catch up. He cries out when the hand comes down on his back, nearly slamming him to the ground. One of the taller, faster guys – a football player – rushes up to Bruce's side and slams him against the lockers.
Bruce cries out, his book and papers flying out of his hands. Two of the young men grab him by the arms, the leader motioning for them to follow. They pull Bruce outside, away from the other students. No one would try to stop them but some bitch might go tell one of the teachers.
"Stop!" Bruce sobs, "Please!"
"He's already crying," one of the bullies chuckles. "He's making it a little too easy for us, Zeke."
The football player laughs, "Yeah, don't you like being pushed around by guys?"
They push Bruce up against the wall, two guys pinning his arms against the wall while the leader, football player Zeke, grabs a handful of Bruce's hair.
"You think you're so fucking smart, making me look like an idiot?"
"I was helping you!" Bruce cries. "You got the problem wrong, I was just…!"
Zeke punches Bruce in the stomach, completely cutting him off. Bruce cries out. The only thing holding him up was the two young men pinning him to the wall.
"You think you're so much better than all of us just cause you're so damn smart," Zeke says. "Well, guess what? You might be smarter but I'm stronger."
The next voice Bruce hears doesn't come from any of his bullies.
"That doesn't mean shit when you get out of school. You're not even the best football player. You're destined to work for $7.50 an hour in the same city for the rest of your pathetic life."
"You're just as bad as him, rich boy," Zeke snaps.
"Ooh, rich boy. That's not really an insult though, is it? And I might be just as smart as him, but I'm also as strong as you. So if you want a fight why not pick on someone who actually stands a chance of winning?"
"Fuck you, Stark."
"I know you want to," Tony chuckles.
Zeke and his goons leave, letting Bruce slide down to the floor. He wraps his arms around his legs and continues to cry. And now his sole crush in the entire story, Tony Stark, has saved him! He doesn't know whether to be more embarrassed or happy.
"Hey," Tony says softly, "Here, I found these in the hall."
He puts Bruce's books and papers down beside Bruce. "Thanks," is all Bruce can manage. He can hardly look up at Tony, instead looking down at the books. There, on the top of his stuff, is a GSA flier. "…what?"
"Huh?" Tony looks down. "Oh, that's mine, sorry. I was just looking at it when I saw your stuff everywhere." He picks up the flier and folds it up.
"You're… going?" Bruce asks, looking at Tony's chest.
Tony laughs. "I thought, why not? Maybe I'll meet some new hot guys to mess around with."
Bruce looks up at Tony with wide eyes. "You're gay?"
"Don't be so shocked," Tony laughs. "Yes, I am."
Bruce looks away, his face heating up. Tony, the guy he's had a crush on since freshman year, was gay? Not that someone like him would ever have a chance with someone like Tony, but was it true?
"Are you ok?" Tony asks.
Bruce nods. "Y – yes, yes, I am… thanks…"
"Anytime," Tony says. He pats his legs before standing up. "I'll see you around."
"Y – yeah," Bruce mumbles. He watches Tony walk away, flushing the entire time. He got the date, place and time just from the quick glance at the flier. The information was burned into his skull. He'd go there just to see Tony. And who knows? Maybe a group is just what he needs.
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Continued…