Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel, and this is a non-profit story blah blah blah blah, whatever

Warning: Some inappropriate jokes (because that's how Clint it) and cussing, but I'll try to keep it to a minimum!

The lunch bell rang, making Steve jump at the sudden sound. Hoping that everything was would look up for the rest of the day, he stumbled out of his chair with the rest of the students. Steve walked out into the hallway, trying to 'lay low,' as Natasha had told him.

He went to the lunchroom and waited for Natasha by the entrance doors. "Hey Blondie!" The familiar velvety voice said. Steve turned and grinned down at the red head. "Hey Natasha." His smile grew a fraction as he noticed the rather short brunette behind her and the tall blonde with flowing hair.

"Guys, this is Steve. Steve this is Thor…" Natasha pointed at the tall blonde, then at the brunette, "And this is Bruce." Steve shook hands with both of them. "Nice meeting you Steve, but I better get going or Tony's going to have one of his famous B.F's." Bruce said. "B…F's?" Steve asked, confused. "Yeah, you know, a bitch fit. Tony tends to have them on a regular basis." Thor said with a crooked grin. Steve smiled gratefully, seeing as Natasha had brought more people to know him. This would definitely not be like back at his old school.

"Don't you know it's rude to curse, brother?" Steve turned to see a taller-than-average kids, with brown hair gelled back and green eyes that pierced his. His breathe caught and he looked away. He wasn't always so charismatic when someone was observing him. "Loki!" Thor said, throwing his arms around the newcomer. "Will—you— please— stop?" Loki asked, wrestling to get out, but his struggles showed no avail. "Only because you said please." Thor said with a laugh and letting go of Loki. "I don't see why I had to get a hug from you since you're the one with the foul vocabulary." Loki dusted himself off, scowling.

"Loki, always speaking with the vocabulary of a sophisticated girl." Thor responded with a grin. "I am not a girl!" Loki argued. "What about that time that guy groped you from behind?" Thor asked.

"I didn't have my hair gelled back, so that doesn't count!"

"Or that time when father thought I had a girl over on Halloween because of your costume."

"It was an honest mistake!" Loki said with a slight frown.

Both Natasha and Bruce had been staring at the two siblings bicker with amused expressions. "Okay, enough fighting you two, you both seem like an old bitter couple. And Thor, please refrain from cussing, please." Natasha said with a slight smile. Thor nodded. "Fine by me!" He said with another grin. "We're brothers, it's like our job to argue." Loki mused. Bruce simply shrugged.

"So are any of you going to introduce me to the new guy?" Loki asked, nose stuck up in the air. "Oh yeah. Steve this is Loki." Thor said, somewhat proudly. "Nice to meet you Steve, I am Loki. Also known as Silvertongue." Loki said boastfully. "Known as Silvertongue? Who calls you that?" Natasha asked with a snicker. Loki simply frowned at her. "Nice to meet you too." Steve said with a polite smile.

"Anyways, nice meeting you Steve but I better get going." Bruce interrupted. "Yeah, you don't want to attract Stark over here." Loki said darkly, shoulders now slumped. "He's not half bad, once you get to know him—"

"Who isn't 'half bad?'" Tony asked suddenly, making Loki jump in surprise. "You gave me a fright!" Loki growled, glaring at him. "Shut up punching bag. Who isn't half bad?" Tony asked, brushing Loki off. "You. Since you seem to be very full of it when people first meet you." Thor said brightly. Steve groaned internally and Natasha did a face palm.

"I am not full of it! If anything, I'm full of diamonds!" Tony responded. "Doesn't matter, let's go get lunch. Don't want to keep Pepper waiting." Bruce said. At the mention of Pepper, Tony's eyes widened. "I forgot about Pepper!" Tony said frantically. "Not again Tony. She's your girlfriend!" Bruce replied, shaking his head and ushering the narcissist out of their group. When Stark left, it was as if everyone let out a breathe of relief.

"I didn't think Tony would hang out with someone like Bruce." Steve said, staring at them until they disappeared in the wave of students bustling into the cafeteria. "They're both the smartest people in school, and they could talk the language of science, so I guess that counts as something." Thor replied. "Not to mention that if it weren't for Bruce, Tony's ego would've exploded from inflammation." Natasha quipped. "Agreed." Loki sighed.

"Let's not talk about Stark anymore! Let's go get food!" Thor said with a squeal of delight. The group agreed and got in line for what the school considered 'edible food.' From Steve's past experience, school food almost killed him. Food poisoning isn't something you want to go through when your twelve and sick with the flu.

Sitting down, the group carried on their chatter. "We should all hang out at my house later!" Thor interrupted. "I don't see why not." Natasha said, eating another forkful of salad. "It should be a welcome party for Steve." Thor insisted. "I don't want you guys to go through the trouble, really." Steve said, feeling just a tad bit embarrassed about being the spot light. "Oh come on, I'll invite my boyfriend to go with me. We'll have a great time—" Natasha began.

She was interrupted by a paper airplane hitting the back of her head. She immediately turned around to glare at whoever threw it. After getting the thing, of course. Trying to see who she was looking at, Steve leaned a little to the side. A familiar looking brunette sat next to Bruce and Tony. It surely couldn't be… but it seemed a lot like— "That's the kid that threw the spit wads at in first!" Steve exclaimed. "He what?" Natasha asked, looking at Steve then at the other kid.

"I swear I'm going to murder Clint if he really did, that low life—" She began. "The same low life that your dating. He's still your boyfriend." Thor reminded her. "Yes, but that gives him no right to bully Blondie over here!" Natasha said, nostril's flaring in anger. "Come on, give Clint a break, it's no big deal, really." Steve said, sounding as if he was reassuring himself more than his red headed companion. She sighed in frustration. "Fine…" She muttered, getting the crumpled piece of paper from her fist.

She straightened it out before reading it and letting out a laugh of disdain. "He wants to know why I'm hanging out with you." Natasha told Steve. "If he has a problem, then I could always try to talk to him." Steve replied. "Yes, a brawl is exactly what we need to amuse us." Loki said, rolling his eyes.

"A brawl? We don't need to resolve this in violence brother!" Thor said, looking horrified at the prospect. "Haven't you ever heard of sarcasm?" Loki snapped. "Oh… sarcasm…" Thor's expression changed to quite a satisfied one. "Can we please get out of here?" Natasha asked, looking over at Clint and Tony heading their way, with Bruce trailing after them. "Let's go then." Loki said, grabbing Thor and helping him up from his seat. Steve and Natasha both threw away the remnants of their not-as-bad-as-expected lunch and headed outside.

X

After Mr. Xavier's class, it was finally time to go home. Smiling in relief, Steve waltzed out. He almost made it out the door without drama. Almost.

Someone grabbed his backpack, almost making his fall on his bottom. "Hey!" Steve cried, turning around to face Tony. He simply smirked, crossed his arms, and rolled his eyes. "Why'd you do that for?" Steve asked. "I just remembered, you're the Roger's kid, right?" Tony said, ignoring Steve's question completely. "Yeah, whatever." Steve answered with a scowl. "Almost didn't recognize you without your spangled little blanket." Tony said with a grin.

Steve blanched as he remembered Blanky. The blanket that he's had since he was a toddler. "Our parents used to force us to hang out in the play pen when were younger. You know, that horrid corral that they forced us into like a couple of chickens when they talked together?" Tony asked. Steve's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember. He then nodded, remembering the play dates when Tony would try to sneak coffee into his little cup. They were pretty good friends back then.

"Yeah… but barely…" Steve admitted, his face flushing a bit. That would always happen whenever he tried to really, really concentrate on something. "Well, my parents just found out you were here and they wanted know if your parents could come over for dinner." Tony said, sounding and looking rather bored. "Uh…? I think that would be… rather difficult on their behalf…" Steve said, trying not to sound too sad. "Why would that be?" Tony asked. "Well…" Steve hesitated, contemplating if he should tell Tony something so personal.

"Out with it Rogers. My parents won't stop pestering me if I don't come back with a reasonable explanation." Tony snapped, growing impatient. "Because My dad's in Brooklyn." Steve replied quickly. "So? Just tell your mom to come over." Tony snapped. "I can't." Steve looked away.

Almost everyone was gone from the hallway by then, so no one would really be interested in the two of them talking. "Come on Blondie, just ask her, how hard could it be?" Tony asked, pinching his nose in frustration. "Because… she's not exactly here." Steve said quietly. "Speak louder." Tony demanded. "Because she's not here." Steve struggled to speak, feeling a heavy weight on his chest as he spoke about his mother. "What kind of mother would leave their child alone when their husband is all the way in Brooklyn?" Tony asked in dismay. "Oh, I don't know, maybe a dead one?" Steve snapped.

Tony stared him, mouth agape. Steve turned around, heading out the door as Tony cursed under his breath and ran after him. Grabbing him by the backpack again, Tony made Steve face him. "I'm sorry man, I didn't mean it like that—" Tony began. "Can it. Ever since I met you, or re-met whatever, you've been a complete jerk about everything. I'm sorry, but you seriously need a new personality fix." Steve said turning around for the second time and walking away. "Yeah well, you need a new… haircut! Ha, take that!" Tony yelled after him, feeling horrible yet insulted by what Steve had just said.

X

Steve was about to dig into some leftovers since Aunt Trudy (on his mother's side) was working again when he heard the doorbell ring. He waited for awhile to see if it would continue, when a few second passed he was about to put a forkful of lasagna into his mouth when the doorbell rang again. He got up, heading towards the door. His stomach grumbled as he was about to open the door. "Yeah, I know, I know. I'll feed you later." Steve whispered to his stomach.

Opening the door revealed Natasha standing there, looking at something across the street. "Hello?" Steve asked, looking a bit confused. She whipped around and grinned at him. "You forgot the party we were throwing for you. Well, that doesn't matter, we changed it to my place instead." She said. "Oh, right, sorry." Steve said. "No problem. Come on lets go." Natasha said. "Uh, uh, okay, just wait." Steve said, rushing back inside.

He shoved the plate of leftovers into the microwave and left a note for his Aunt on the fridge. He ran upstairs to his room and changed into a fresh white shirt and grabbed his red and blue jacket before rushing down to Natasha again.

"You look great, now come on." She said, ushering him out. "Question." Steve said. Natasha nodded. "How will we ride on this?" Steve asked, gesturing towards a sleek black bicycle. "Because I sure won't fit in the basket." He added. "That's not mine." Natasha replied, stopping. "Who's is it then?" Steve asked, confused. "Oh god no. Hurry up and get inside, maybe he won't find us." Natasha said, groaning.

"Tasha?" She winced at the voice before turning around and coming face to face with Clint. "Oh hey Clint!" She said, quickly changing her attitude to enthusiastic. "What're you doing here?" Clint asked, glancing at Steve once. "Just inviting Blondie to a party I'm throwing." She said, smiling at Steve. "What party?" Clint asked frowning. "Just a party." She replied brightly. "Why wasn't I invited?" Clint asked. "Oops, I guess it slipped my mind." She said innocently. "Oh…" He then glared at Steve.

"Why are you here anyways?" Steve asked. "I could ask you the same thing." Clint sneered. "I live here." He replied. "So you're the kid Trudy took in?" Clint asked, trying to look uninterested. "Yeah…" Steve shifted uncomfortably for awhile. "Well, is she here?" Clint asked. "No, she's off at work." Steve said.

"This is boring, let's get out of here." Natasha suggested. "Sure." Steve and Clint said simultaneously. Clint glared at Steve while he tried to hide behind his friend. "Well, bye Clint." She said. "Bye…" Clint said, stepping forward and kissing her on the cheek.

She turned pink before punching him in the gut. "You know you liked it." Clint said with a grin, pulling back with a slight wince. "And how do you know that?" Natasha rolled her eyes. "Because when you hit me, it didn't really hurt." Clint said with a laugh. "Oh shut up." She murmured.

Steve grinned at both of them. "What?" Natasha snapped, noticing his expression. "Nothing, it's just you two… you guys are so into each other." Steve said with a soft chuckle, earning a smile from Clint. The mood seemed considerably lighter now. "Whatever. You can come if you want." Natasha told Clint. "Really? Oh goodie!" Clint said with squeal, making her roll her eyes again, but with a smile tugging at the edge of her mouth.

"Oh, yeah, since I'm already here… sorry about messing with you earlier in first." Clint said, wrapping his arms around Natasha's waist. She pushes him away, but he doesn't budge and eventually lets him hug her. "It's fine." Steve said. "Well, let's go! I think I've kept Loki and Thor waiting long enough." Natasha said. Clint scrunched his nose at the mention of Loki. "What about Bruce?" He asked. "He's there too, along with Carol Danvers and Jane." She replied, getting out of his hold and ushering both Steve and Clint into her small car. "Carol, like Carol, Carol?" Clint asked, suddenly interested. "Yes, that Carol." Natasha rolled her eyes again.

"I'm confused… who's Carol?" Steve asked. "We used to call Danvers Miss Marvel, since you know, she was an absolute marvel, just the way she would stretch in P.E— Ow!"Clint shrieked, rubbing his arm which had just been punched my Natasha. "She's a friend. I think you two would get along fine." Natasha said, getting into the driver's seat. "I hope you're not trying to pair us up, because I really could go by without the drama of having a girlfriend." Steve replied dryly. Clint pinched his cheek lightly. "Aw, look who's such a prude."

"Clint!" Natasha warned. "Sorry!" Clint chirped, smiling at Steve. "No worries." Steve said with a shrug. They drove to Natasha's house in silence. Well, almost. Clint was singing along with the radio for quite awhile until Nat turned it off. So now, Clint was just singing any random song that came to mind, changing the song when he forgot the lyrics. Finally, they pulled up to the magnificent house.

"That's a big house." Steve mused. "You want to know what else is big?" Clint asked, bouncing in his seat from anticipation. "I'm afraid of what the answer might be—" He began. "Natasha's boobs!" Clint said smiling in triumph. To Steve's amazement, Natasha said nothing. She acted as if she didn't hear a thing.

When they got out, the first thing Natasha did practically tackle him with a growl. Natasha landed on top of him, pinning him down. "Oh gosh, Clint are you okay?" Steve asked, panicking. "Nah, I'm fine, I like it rough." Clint joked, earning a light slap from Natasha. She got off of him and helped him up. "Your such a dog sometimes." Natasha said, shaking her head. "Whoa baby, I didn't know you wanted to do it doggy style." Clint responded with a grin. "Oh shut up will you?" Natasha asked in a harsh tone, but she was smiling lightly.

Once inside, Steve was amazed at how the inside of the house looked better than the outside. "Steve Rogers!" Thor came out of nowhere and hugged Steve. "Thor, I can't… breath…Thor!" Steve gasped, trying to inhale. Somehow, Steve managed to get out of the kids grip and turned to see a pretty brown haired girl right behind them.

"Steve, this is Jane, my girlfriend." Thor said proudly. "Please murder me. Thor's been talking about how great it was to have girlfriend forever." Loki said, appearing in the doorway to the kitchen. "Oh don't worry brother, I'm sure you'll find a man someday. I'm sure you'll make a great boyfriend!" Thor said with a laugh. Loki merely rolled his eyes and waved hello to everyone.

"Where's Carol?" Natasha asked Jane. "In the kitchen, getting the chips and stuff ready." She replied. "Clint! Friend, have you met Jane…?" Thor said brightly, noticing Clint standing right next to Natasha, holding her hand.

Natasha let go of Clint and went beside Steve. "Let's go introduce you to Carol." She insisted, pushing him towards the kitchen. "Maybe later?" Steve asked, trying to go back to the hallways they just left. Pushing him into the opening, Natasha grinned at him reassuringly before running away. "Natasha!" Steve called after her.

He turned around and saw a blond girl bustling around the kitchen. "Hi." She said simply, stopping to stare at him before heading towards the refrigerator. "Hey…so you must be Carol." He stated, slowly retreating back into the hallway. "Yup. You must be Steve." She replied. "Grab that bowl of popcorn please." She added. Steve gladly obeyed. Carol grabbed another bowl and a soda before telling Steve to follow her to the living room.

"Carol!" Natasha rushed over to her and hugged her. "Hey Nat." Carol replied with a smile. Everyone sat down and chatted a bit. Mostly Thor telling everyone how amazing Jane was while she blushed. "Thor, please. I'm sure we all know by now how Jane was Valid Victorian last year." Loki said, looking as if he was about hit his brother with the popcorn. "I thought you would be happy about me dating Jane." Thor replied with a slight frown. "No, it's not that it's just—" Loki said. "Are you jealous brother?" Thor asked, his frown deepening.

"What? No that's absurd! It's just you've been—"

"Thor, it's not that he's jealous or anything. I just think he's right to be frustrated that you keep talking about me, and he's right. Though I am flattered." Jane interrupted. Loki smiled at her gratefully as Thor changed the subject to the new game he bought.

"Let's play Mario!" Natasha chimed. Everyone agreed, smiling at the idea. "See, you have the greatest idea's ever babe." Clint said, kissing her on the cheek. She was practically glowing with the compliment. "Oh it's nothing." She said. "Gosh, can you guys just get a room already?" Bruce asked, pretending to gag. "Hmmm… nope, we'll do just fine here." Clint replied with a grin. "Clint!" Everyone said simultaneously, then laughing.

Natasha set up the game and asked who wanted to play first. Carol beat Bruce, then she lost to Natasha, who then beat Steve. The bell rang when Loki was halfway through losing miserably. "I'll get it!" Steve chimed, jumping up from his seat. He was really enjoying himself.

"Romanoff residents, how may I help—" Steve said, he had been opening the door and looking over his shoulder at the rest of his friends before he stopped what he was saying and turned to face the person at the door. "What are you doing here?"

A/N: Ah, cliffhangers. (I think) But anyways, I'm so mean to Steve. Oh, yeah, another thing before I leave, how do you guys like the chapter lengths? I could make them longer if you guys want, just ask. Any of you who know who know who Miss Marvel is, then I Love You. Anywho, bye readers!