A/N: This story came to be when I read a fic called Teen Avengers, and it was so awesome, I thought I'd try my own hand at that kind of AU! That thought...birthed this story. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Avengers. Arie is mine. (You'll meet Arie in chapter 3!.) But I give all credit for the rest of them to the Marvel Cinematic Universe, they rock!

"This blows."

"Stark."

"Well, it does."

"I'm with Stark on this one." Barton shrugged, flipping through channels on the TV.

He sat next to Natasha and Bruce on a large leather couch, Tony and Steve each in individual chairs placed across from the couch.

In the two days since their transformation, the Avengers and Loki had been transferred to a large townhouse within school boundaries of the high school they'd been enrolled in, gone shopping for suitable teenage clothing, and been debriefed on multiple student disappearances that had occurred over the last few weeks. Fury, the last time they had seen him, had ordered them to blend in, figure out what was going on, stop it as discreetly as possible, and then, with a smirk, to grow back up, and to be quick about it.

The town house was 6 bedrooms, meaning two people had to share a room, and though Thor had offered to share with his brother, Loki had quickly vetoed that idea, which meant that Steve and Bruce had ended up bunking together. Everyone was having a hard time adjusting to their seventeen year old selves, but Tony was taking it harder than most.

"Except for the crazy amount of energy I have, I'm not that pumped being seventeen again, either, and I still blame YOU." Clint glared at Loki, who sat at the breakfast bar, writing furiously in a journal.

Loki paused in his writing, to send a glare Clint's way.

"We've been through this, ARCHER." He sneered. "Had I known your imbecile of a leader would force me to work with you, I would never have played with such an experimental magic. Unfortunately I cannot go back in time, to reverse this, yet."

"What do you mean, yet?" Stark asked, pulled out of his mood for a moment by Loki's offhand comment.

"Time travel is yet another experimental magic, one that I have merely dabbled in. It's a much longer process and requires a lot more energy. I put those experiments on hold for a while."

"Huh." Stark thought about it for a moment. "Loki and time travel. That's a scary thought."

Loki merely smirked and went back to writing in his journal.

"We need a plan, for tomorrow."

"Steve, no offense, but I can't take you seriously right now."

"Tony, no offense, but you're being a jerk." Tasha, sitting next to Clint, butt in.

"Nah, he's right. I'm not very intimidating right now." Steve shrugged, comfortable in his thin frame, while his teammates were still trying to get used to the small teen that sat before them.

Steve sat awkwardly as his coworkers scrutinized him, jumping up when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" He said, but Bruce was already making his way to the door.

He sat back down slowly, still awkwardly as the Tasha, Clint, and Tony continued to stare at him. He stood again when Bruce came back into the room, followed by Agent Coulson and Agent Hill.

"Agents. What are you doing here?" Steve asked, trying to divert his friends attention.

"We have your new names and identities." Hill answered, and Coulson held up a packet full of papers.

"Sweet!" Tony jumped up, running over to snatch the files out of Coulson's hand. "What's my name?" He excitedly rifled through the papers till he found his. He frowned. "Tom? Really? That's all you got?"

"I think Tom is a good name," Loki snarked without looking up from his journal. Tony rolled his eyes.

"Stuff it Stark." Hill snapped. Tasha, and Clint had made their way over to where the two agents stood, swiping papers from Stark as he glared at Hill.

"But…Tom? That makes me sound like some british dweeb." He complained.

"At least you're name's not Stanley." Clint snorted.

"You're names not…" Tony started to say, but Clint interrupted.

"Of course not!" He scoffed. "That's Steve's name."

Steve groaned. "Really? Why? Why, Stanley? It's bad enough I look like this, but to give me the name Stanley? Are you TRYING to get me bullied?" Steve looked at the agents, exasperated.

"We apologize. We didn't have much time.."

"Yeah, yeah." Stark threw the papers on the floor. "You suck at names. Let's just leave it at that. Is there anything else you wanted?"

"We wanted to make sure you were ready for tomorrow. Where's Thor?"

"Sleeping," Bruce answered.

"He did that a lot when he was a teenager the first time. It was all the oaf would do. Sleep, eat, sleep, train, eat; It was disgusting." Loki, without looking up from his writing, spoke up.

"Well, fill him in when he wakes up. Is there anything else you all need?" Coulson asked, sincere.

"Nah, Steve's totally fine with being a wimp again, Loki's thrilled to have to share a house with us, Tasha's so excited to be short and pubescent again, and Clint's just giddy to go back to High school. I think the only people actually OK with this right now is Thor because he gets to spend more time with his precious brother, and Bruce, because the Big Guy is gone, and he's actually normal again. I mean seriously, what part of this are we supposed to be OK about?" Tony snapped.

Everyone was silent, trying to decide how best to answer, when Loki snorted.

"Oh please! The famous Tony Stark, who went through torture, whining about going to high school? I thought more of you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tony put his hands on his hips indignantly. Loki turned to send a glare Tony's direction.

"It means that you've been through awful things; torture, alien attacks, being thrown out a window, and you're throwing a full scale temper tantrum about high school?! I think you can handle this." Loki rolled his eyes, turning back to his journal.

Clint shrugged. "Bag of cats has a point. I think we can handle this."

Something Loki said must've triggered Stark, because he relaxed. It was the first time he'd relaxed in the past two days. "Of course we can handle it. How bad can it be? I'm Iron Man. I can handle everything."

"There he is." Steve grinned.

The two agents shook their head, and Coulson almost let out a grin. "We'll be going, if you don't need anything else." They turned to go. Coulson turned back and pointed a finger at them. "Memorize your back stories. Know your names. Don't be late for school tomorrow. It's your first day." He let loose an almost half smile, before exiting the house.

Steve picked up the papers that Tony had dropped, handing them out to each person, calling out their new names as he did so.

"Tom Stuart." He handed Tony a packet. "Kevin Batton." Clint groaned, but accepted his papers. "Brian Baxter." Bruce took his packet eagerly. "Natalie Rushman." Tasha snapped them from his hands.

"Stanley Reed, Oh that's me." He put his packet underneath his arm. "Lukas Olander." He held out Loki's packet to him, then added another. "Here's your brother's too," He hesitated. Loki raised a brow at him, waiting. Steve cleared his throat. "Your brother, er, Theo Olander." Loki rolled his eyes, in his teenager form, he pulled off the eye rolling well, and took his packet of papers, as well as his brothers.

Steve grinned at the group. "Our first homework assignment and we haven't even started school yet."

"Typical." Stark grinned.

"Brother!" Thor thundered down the stairs, dressed in gray sweats and a white tee shirt. "Is there much that I have missed?"

"Yes, Thor. There is much. Go back to sleep." Loki refused to look up from his journal, tired of being interrupted. Thor nodded slowly before heading back up the stairs.

"Alright, brother."

The team snorted. Maybe tomorrow wouldn't be so bad.

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