Hi guys! :) Here is my second update. I'm English myself, so I'm afraid I don't know much about how American Highschools work, but I tried my best! :)

(I also don't know how to do line breaks...)

Thanks for reading, constructive criticism is always welcome.

"Avengers?" I asked.

"That's what we called ourselves back in seventh grade when we met." Natasha explained helpfully. "All of us except Loki, who only joined us in eighth grade." she added, indicating the raven-haired, green-eyed guy sat closest to us.

"Suppose we'd better introduce ourselves if you're gonna be joining us, Jenny." The spiky haired one, who had introduced the group as the Avengers, said. "I'm Tony. Tony Stark." he flashed that blinding smile again, then turned to the rest of the small group. "That's Thor, he came over from England two years ago with his brother here." he pointed to Loki.

"Not brother." Loki almost snarled.

"Fine, fine, adopted brother." Tony compromised, rolling his eyes. He then indicated the person sat on Loki's right side. "That's Bruce Banner, he's awesome coz he's the only one here other than myself who can talk proper English. You've already met Clint, he's a bitch."

"That's rich, coming from you." Clint retorted.

"Ladies!" Natasha interrupted, before the comments could escalate. "Break it up please." I found myself admiring the way Natasha was able to subdue them all with a few words and a glance.

Tony went back to the introductions. There didn't seem to be any particular order to which he was introducing everyone, just so long as they were all, in the end, introduced. So he turned to the last person to be introduced, the young blond man sat across from him. "And this is-"

"Steve Rogers." the blond interrupted. "Pleasure to meet you, Jenny."

"He's perfect." Tony informed me in a loud stage whisper. As I saw a blush spreading across Steve's face, I couldn't help but think, 'Aw'.

"Okay, that's it. Introductions over." Natasha said promptly. "Everyone get back to what you were doing." She motioned for me to follow her, and so I obliged, sitting next to her on the bench. After a moment of silence, she said, "So how are you settling in?" her face remaining blank and impassive, but I saw a spark of interest in her eyes.

"Oh, you know, it's okay. Me and my brother have flats in the middle of the city."

"And school? How are you finding the company?" she asked.

I paused. "Well, I guess it's my own fault for embarrassing myself in front of everyone, but I don't think it's likely that I'm gonna become anyone's friend any time soon."

"And the Avengers? I assure you, they can be...lively, at times, but they are wonderful people."

Now I saw where she was taking this line of questioning; she wanted to make sure I was happy with this group of friends, and that I didn't feel out of place.

"Oh no, I like them." I assured her, smiling. "They seem like really good people. I just need some time to settle into my schoolwork and then I'll have time to do whatever people do here in their free time." I saw her looking at me with something like approval.

It wasn't until later that day when I realised that I had found my first group of friends.

I was walking round the science block to get back to my brother's car at the end of the day, when an older kid walked up to me. He looked to be about sixteen, a year older than me, with flat, brown hair and taunting eyes hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses.

"Hey, Jenny, isn't it? Jenny Lawson. I saw you in class earlier." he grinned horribly. "You know there are other ways of showing your ass to people."

Ewww, perv. That was the weakest awful not-pickup line ever.

"I'll keep my arse to myself, thank you." I replied coolly. I made to move on my way until his hand shot out and grabbed my arm.

"Where d'you think you're going? I haven't done talking to you." and suddenly he was looming over me, and my mind screamed 'run!'. Oops, I was backed against the wall. That's the last time I go around the science block. So basically I thought I was in for some kind of beating by a pervy highschool guy, until suddenly, a hand shot out of nowhere and punched him in the jaw. He stumbled back, shocked, until his eyes landed on his attacker.

"Hey Hammer." Tony said from where he was standing behind Steve. He said this casually, but he looked beyond angry.

The guy, Hammer, looked like he was about to retort, until his eyes flickered back to Steve. He frowned, before scuttling off across the car park.

"That's Justin Hammer." Tony explained. "He's a bully and a world-renowned asshole."

I found myself unable to speak other than to say, "You punched him in the face." Eloquent as ever.

Steve looked suddenly apologetic. "Yeah, sorry, I just can't stand to see people bullied. Especially not by him."

"Uh, no, don't apologise. That was awesome!" I said, suddenly giddy. "I-well, I didn't think..."

"What? That we didn't like you enough to come save you from giant dickheads?" Tony asked, eyebrow raised.

"No! I mean-well, I-I've never really, um, had...friends before." I finished quietly, looking at the ground.

"Hey," Steve said gently. "it's okay. So long as you like us, we're your friends now, and friends protect each other."

I nodded, suddenly feeling more confident. I looked up to meet their eyes.

"Thank you."

"Okay, enough sappy stuff." Tony said, beautifully ruining the moment. "Where are you headed now Jen?"

"I'm waiting for my brother, then we'll be going back to our flats." I replied. "So I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Are you kidding me?" he scoffed. "You're coming back with us, it's movie night tonight!"

"What? No it isn't. That's on Friday, Tony." Steve said.

Tony made shushing noises and said, "Pish posh. It's movie night any day I want it to be. So, ya comin'?" he asked me.

"Oh, sure, I'll just have to make sure Liam knows. Where should I meet you?"

"By the red lambourghini over there." Tony stated casually. My jaw actually, physically, dropped.

"You own a lambourghini?" I repeated slowly.

"Yeah. I'm the spoilt rich kid." he grinned, but I could see that flash of bitterness in his eyes and in his voice. (As it turns out, I'm pretty good at reading people's eyes.)

"Well, okay then." I smiled. "See you in a minute."

"Okay." Liam said simply when I told him I was going back with Steve and Tony. I raised an eyebrow.

"Okay?" I repeated. "No catch, no curfew? No worry for my safety?"

"Well, one, I'm not mum, so I can't give you a curfew, two, I know Steve and Tony."

"You do?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah. Well, not personally. But they're popular people, and they're not dangerous or anything. So yeah, just have fun." He paused. "And be back by one."

"Ha!" I said triumphantly. "I knew there was a curfew!"

He just smiled.

"Hi." I said.

"Hi again!" Tony said cheerfully from inside the car. "You ready to go?"

"Sure."

"Get in then." he grinned. "Tasha and the others will be joining us too; you okay with that?"

"Of course." I climbed into the car and Tony turned on the gas.

We drove for around ten minutes before we pulled up somewhere.

"We're here!" Tony singsonged.

I looked out of the window; the house was massive. House just didn't cut it; the building was a huge mansion, four storeys and glass balconies on every door.

"Woah."

Tony laughed. "Yep, that's a usual reaction."

"This is all yours?"

"Well, my dad's. But he's not home at the moment, so we can have movie night! Come on."

I followed him and Steve, who had been sitting in the front next to Tony, to the front of the mansion.

"Welcome," Tony said dramatically as he stood on the porch, "to the Stark mansion."