Here is chapter two, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel

"Speaking"

Sign Language

"Both"

Clint guessing what a word is, (insert word here?)

missing word, ... (three dots per word)

l-e-t-t-e-r, is fingerspelling. (Names are not done like this because they are using name signs)

Clint shuffled into his science class and stood in the back of the room where he noticed the rest of his classmates were gathered. Coulson went over to talk to his teacher and remind him that yes, this class did have a Deaf student, and yes, Coulson would be staying to interpret the classes for the rest of the year. A classmate poked him and he turned to look.

"What's … name, I'm … … … … … you look(to?) (dice?), sorry …. I'm … …, I (kissed?) don't …. ….," the kid spoke. The kid spoke really fast and didn't enunciate well, and even with his hearing aids there was no way he was getting that, so he told the kid.

"Sorry I'm deaf, could you repeat that," he asked. The kid looked at him confused. Great, the kid couldn't understand him and Clint couldn't understand him. He knew he had a deaf accent, but he didn't think it was that bad. Where was Coulson when you needed him.

"This is Clint, he's deaf and is asking you to repeat yourself," Coulson really was a miracle worker.

"… ..., m… ," said the kid as he left.

Sorry, never mind, Coulson signed. Coulson was frowning. This actually happened a fair amount, someone would try to speak to Clint and when they found out he was deaf they turned the other way and forgot about him. Clint was fine being Deaf, he didn't want to be hearing, but it just kind of sucked when hearing kids acted like he didn't exist. The teacher then announced they could pick their own seats. The students whopped because students never let them pick their own seats. Lots of kids were teaming up with their friends and sitting at the tables that were set up for pairs. Clint, having no friends in this class sat in the very front corner, it was always the easiest seat for Coulson to interpret for him from, because Coulson wouldn't be blocking anyone's view and Clint could easily see both Coulson and his teacher. Eventually another boy sat next to him and turned to introduce himself.

Hi, I'm Foggy. What's your name, Coulson signed as the boy, Foggy, spoke.

Clint, he was replied and Coulson vocalized it for him. He nodded and turned to face the teacher. At least he wasn't a complete jerk like a lot of kids were. He could actually handle sitting next to a kid who didn't know him for once.

The teacher went around handing out papers and started to explain the rules. Clint watched Coulson's hands as the flashed through signs explaining the rules in Clint's language. As he was given a paper, Clint realized it was a syllabus. At the top it explained the rules, and then went to a bullet point list of the curriculum of the year. At the very bottom was a place for him and a parent/ guardian to sign.

The teacher, Mr. Decker, then took role. This was a system Coulson and Clint had worked out last year, Coulson wouldn't sign any of the names, including his and would mark Clint present for him. Clint appreciated it, because he preferred not to speak. The first day was like any other, no actual learning, just explaining the rules. Science was quickly over and he headed to his next class, Social Studies/Geography/History, whatever you wanted to call it.

They arrived at class B17 and stepped instead. Like in science, the kids were hanging in the back, waiting to be seated. He looked around scanning to see if any of his friends were in his class and his eyes landed on Bruce. Coulson quickly told him he was going to speak with the teacher, so Clint headed over to where Bruce was standing.

Hey, Clint signed.

"Hi, how was your first c-l-a-s-s?" Bruce asked.

Class, Clint signed to show him how it was done.

Class, sorry, I forgot that one, Bruce signed back, and Clint nodded his head.

It was okay, I had science with Mr. Decker, Clint told him. Bruce scanned his schedule.

"I have him after lunch," Bruce said.

You will like him, he let us choose our own seats, Clint assured him.

"Cool," Bruce replied. Then Coulson was at his side and Ms. Afton was assigning seats. Bruce left when Ms. Afton called his name and sat at his assigned seat. Clint's was called soon after and he sat at his seat. His table consisted of two girls he didn't know, and the boy from science who found out he was Deaf, and left. Of course this was his luck.

History went a lot like science. The teacher explained the rules, to a lot of giggling, and she got two students to pass out the syllabus. Bruce was one of these students, and when he gave Clint his syllabus he also left him a note. Coulson looked away and pretended not to notice. Again, Coulson was awesome. Clint read the note, meeting spot changed, grassy area behind C building. See u there. He wondered why it had changed, but caught Bruce's eye and just signed a quick okay.

Eventually, the bell rang and the kids streamed out, and he lost sight of Bruce. It was break, so he told Coulson that he would meet him at his 3rd period after break. Since Coulson was his interpreter for his classes, he didn't stay with Clint during break, lunch, or his language elective, which was ASL. He was in AP ASL for obvious reasons, and in the ASL teacher, Mrs. Davis signed and spoke, so he didn't need an interpreter for the class.

He arrived at the new meeting spot and saw he was the first one there. He took off his backpack and laid down, looking at the sky. He knew it wouldn't be long until his friends arrived, and sure enough, he was right.

"Oof," he groaned as a backpack was dropped on his stomach. He then saw a smirking red head looking down at him.

"Oops, my bad," she said and signed sweetly, knowing that he didn't believe her for a second. He gave her a murderous look and she threw her head back with a laugh.

How the hell does your backpack weigh so much already, we don't even have any homework, he signed incredulous. She shrugged and took out two apples and threw one at him. He caught it, and they munched on their snack in silence.

Slowly, their friends started to arrive, but Tony was still nowhere to be found. The friends know as the Avengers all frowned at his absence and wondered where he was. They had all seen him this morning. He couldn't have gotten into trouble on the first day could he? The friends thought, but then realized of course he could, he was Tony Stark. Just then he came into view, he had something in his hand. He sat down with the rest of the group and proceeded to explain.

"Sorry … late, I had to … … the office about let… me carry this stuff (a?)…," he said as he shook the container for the rest to see. Clint recognized the container as one of the medications for his "shitty heart" as Tony put it. They all knew this medication was the one Tony had to take three times a day. He had to take a bunch more, but those ones were daily or even weekly. He took one of the pills and took a sip of water to help it go down.

"By the way, all of you, this Friday you guys are all coming over and not leaving till Sunday afternoon," he said signed some of the words, "Hawk do you still need p-e-r-m-i-s-s-i-o-n?" he asked Clint.

Clint first showed him the sign for permission, and then signed, "Only for spending the night now, not coming over." One of the rules at the orphanage was that if you were under the age of sixteen a parent/guardian had to invite you over with a signed note if you wanted to visit friends. If you were older than sixteen, which Clint was, you only needed permission to spend the night. All the kids under twelve couldn't sleep over at all.

"Okay, I'll get you a note by tomorrow," Tony told him. They sat joking around a bit, teasing the each other about random stuff before they had to go back to class. All of a sudden, his friends stopped.

"Bell," his friends signed and they all started to grab their stuff and head to their next classes.

I got a review from a Guest, asking for me to do Clintasha. I admit, I hadn't really thought about any ships when I started this, so I want to hear from you guys, what ships do you want to see? I'm not promising anything, but I would like to know what you guys want to see in this story.

Also, do you want all the chapters featuring Clint as the main character, or should I switch off every once in a while. I would love to hear all of your opinions.

Also, deaf accents do exist, they are just like any other accent. If you are Deaf/HoH or part of the Deaf Culture, please correct me if you see any mistakes. While I have a bit of education in the area, I am not Deaf and am not fluent in sign language. I do know the different types of hearing aids, and Clint has BTEs, which will probably come up later. I know that in the story the sign language is not structured correctly, but I'm doing it this way so it is easier to read. Also, I would love if a Deaf person could come up with some sign names. That would be AWESOME!