So. Deal with it. I love Loki so much I'm making him a teenager now. What are you going to do about it? If you're one of those people who like to read things, decide they don't like it, and then proceed to have a gargantuan brain-spewing of hate all over the review box: do leave. If you're one of those people who just love Loki and all his weirdness and all his weird stories even if they are AU and even if you haven't read one like this before but you're accepting: read on, you fantastic screwball, you!

So as obviously stated in the previous paragraph this story is a high school AU. Obviously there will be many added characters and I will be writing this story with many similarities from the high school I have experienced. Loki is that one kid. Yeah, you know the one. The one that you see every day at his locker but you're pretty sure he doesn't hang out with anyone. Not even the mathletes. Weird. So this is gonna be sad and sad and sad and Loki's going to be sad and it's all going to be sad. This is a Loki-centric fic – you just have to wait for it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and this truth hurts my soul daily.

Now read on you beautiful loons!

Loki paced quickly down the halls towards his last class of the day: AP Physics. He was dreading the class, hoping against hope that, if anything, there wouldn't be any familiar faces in this class. Of course everyone knew of him – they all hated him: the amazing Thor's younger brother, the dark one, the disturbed one, the mysterious one. Loki was never really sure why or how he had earned all these titles but if he couldn't have them love him at least they knew he was there. At least he was recognized for something.

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Tony looked over his shoulder in a way he considered covert as he poured half a vile of clear liquid into an already smoking vile of the person in front of him. He watched, satisfied, as the liquids combined, stopped smoking, and froze solid instead. Tony grinned and turned back to his own lab table, trying to make sense of his own writings as Bruce sighed at the vials' contents and promptly took Tony's instead.

Tony and Bruce got along well enough, Tony even considered Bruce smart – which is a monumental statement coming from the jerkiest genius jerk of the whole school. Tony had friends, sure – tons upon tons of friends, being popular and insanely rich had its perks, right? – but there were only three people Tony truly considered his friends and were, as follows; Bruce, the boy who was almost as smart as Tony himself, Pepper, who put up with his crap and took care of him and listened to him when his father was God-knows-where, and Rhodes, his copilot, his friend, the one who actually cared about him enough to ask him how he's actually doing. A lot of people were friends with Tony's money and his good looks and his title…only three were Tony's friends.

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"Rogers! Get Odinson in line!" the head football coach hollered across the field at Steve, the captain of the football team. Thor was a little absentminded and while he was a great player…he liked short skirts.

Steve nodded and hustled over to Thor.

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(A quick author note: sorry I'm about to go Tae Kwon Do terminology on you for a little bit…)

Ge-Beck, 44 movements, General in charge of the army at the end of the Bak Jai Dynasty in 660, Natasha Romanoff thought to herself, fiercely focusing her mind on the meaning of the Tae Kwon Do form. She focused on it as she started the form, remembering all the kiup's and perfecting every stance, block, and strike before moving to the next. She was a creature of control and perfection and liked everything to be just so and would do everything exactly right, no matter how long it took.

After she was done taking advantage of the blocked off portion of the smallest of Shield High's four gyms, she made her way over to the girls locker room planning on a quick shower and then hustling home to finish her homework before going over to her best friend Jane's house. People had thought it odd at first that Jane, herself, and Darcy Lewis had gotten along as they all had astronomically different interests but…they grounded each other. They looked out for each other, and while they were all different, they all perfected and completed each other.

As she sat in her car cranking up the heater and fluffing out her hair that had gotten soaked in the pouring rain and her shower she happened to glance over at the field house and archery range. She always thought that was a little weird: how many schools have archery ranges? The answer is none that have an enrollment below two thousand.

The lights in the archery range were on and she knew who was in there; the mysterious, yet friendly and cordial, Clint Barton. Natasha had decided a while ago that she would befriend him…he seemed so lonely all the time.

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You all have to read this.

Eh-herm. So. Short chapter is short! This was just kind of like an example of what's up and what's going on. I know in a lot of other school AU's for the Avengers all the avengers are fast friends but if you ask me they didn't seem like friends in the movie, they were all just forced to work together. Sure at the end they all had shawarma together and I think that'll be the end goal for the Avengers in this story but it's going to be long and complex because even though this is focusing on Loki all the characters will be following their own story paths. They will obviously overlap a serious amount because this story is about them so hopefully we won't get too confused.

So as stated previously this will be a sad story for Loki, unfortunately, and there's gonna be some self-hatred and self-loathing and self-destruction and all that good stuff that comes with being as deranged as much as our lovely Loki is.

So ciao for now!

Phantom