"So… that's your… mom?" Bruce asked, surprised. Clint stopped at is locker. "Yep. It sucks because I can't get away with anything." Bruce didn't look up from his schedule. "Well, at least you have a mom." he muttered, not expecting the boy next to him to hear it. "You don't have a mom?" Clint whispered. Bruce looked up. "You heard that?" Clint nodded.

As they walked up the stairs, there was a long, awkward silence. "Hey, I never got your name." Clint asked, stopping by his locker. "Umm… well, my name's Bruce… and you're..?" Clint looked up from trying to enter his combination (he was failing at it.). "Clint. And I'm going to show you around the school. Where do you wanna start?" Bruce looked confused. "...My locker… I guess…" He said as he handed Clint his schedule. "Locker 718?! Wow, you're right next to Tony! You lucky dog!" Clint practically shouted.

Bruce jerked back in fear. "Who's Tony?" Clint's jaws dangled open. "You don't know who Tony Stark is?! He's only the most amazing friend ON EARTH! And you have a locker right underneath him! Soooooo lucky!" He explained as he opened his locker and got his math textbook. He showed Bruce his locker and how to open it. "Hey, we only have two minutes left!" Clint urged Bruce to grab his binder and some pencils and hurry up so they could get to class.

They rushed down the hallway. "So you have math class with me, too?" Bruce asked. "Uh-huh." Rushing into the crazy, rambunctious classroom, Bruce sat down in a seemingly isolated area. But, on his right was a boy. Tony. And he was talking to Clint. After eyeballing the boy in the gray flannel, he nudged Clint's desk. The boy in purple shades looked over. "Isn't that the boy from this morning? The one who was, like, thrown onto the ground or something?" Clint nodded. "Yeah. I'm his tour guide."

"He seems a little… No offense, but he looks like a…" Tony leaned in closer. "...nerdy wimp." Clint and Tony turned to Bruce to see him sliding in his chair to avoid being hit by any more paper airplanes. Tony looked back over to Clint, unimpressed. Clint shrugged. "Hey, from what he's told me, his life has been pretty hectic." Tony rolled his eyes. "If he even has a life." Clint glared at him uneasily. "Well, I think that since you haven't met him yet, you shouldn't be judging." Tony sighed. "Okay, fine, yeesh. I'll interact with the low-life." Clint smirked. "That's more like it."

Just as Tony started talking to Bruce, the math teacher, Mr. Langley, walked into the room. "Class! Has! STARTED!" He yelled as the class simultaneously cheered up a storm. The man in dreads took a bow and stepped onto his desk with the roll-taking portfolio in his hand. "Okay, everyone. Take a seat. Roll is about to be taken." the cheering calmed.

"Ok… ok… So. Here we go. Arex." "Here." "Alvo?" "Present." "Arugoh." "Howdy!" "Axce." "Guten Tag." "...Banner?" "..here." He practically whispered. "Barton." "I'm the man!" "Buck." "Potatoes." "DeLaine?" "Absent." The majority of the class answered. "Uhuhh… Ok. Evax!" "Chao!" "Laufeyson? Late as usual. Manter?" "Would if I could, bi-" "OK! Odinson." "HERE I AM!" Thor yelled. "Rogers?" "Here, sir." "Romanoff?" Natasha didn't speak, she instead raised her hand. "Stark?" "What's good?" "Zach?" "Ayyye." "And finally, Wright." "Check meowt!"

"Aight, class. Today, we're learning about… Drumroll please…." Most of the class did a drumroll. "Trigonometry! Ha! JK. We're doing algebra 1. Oh, and if you didn't notice, we have a new student. Mr. Banner, come introduce yourself, if you like." Bruce slowly walked up to the front of the class. "Umm… hi… I'm Bruce." Mr. Langley smiled. "Where are you from? "...an orphanage in Dayton in Ohio…" Steve and Natasha gave each other a mind reading look of grief and concern, and Tony and Clint frowned upon this, as well as Thor. "Well… Umm, what's your favorite color?" "...yellow…" "Subject?" "Math and science…" "Here, fill this out." He gave Bruce the 'new kid sheet'.

"Now, class, up on the whiteboard is a college question, discrete math. Can any of you solve this equation?" Bruce's hand immediately shot up, but was the only one in the air. "Come give it a try, Bruce." Bruce walked up and stepped onto the stool. It took him only a minute to solve it. "The result is 1 ¼, reduced and simplified." Placing the cap onto the dry erase marker, he looked up to see a teacher and his class with their mouths hanging open. Bruce gave a shy smile. Suddenly, Tony started clapping, followed by Mr. Langley and the class as Bruce walked back to his seat with his head hanging low.