"Wake up"

The five students lay motionless in their spots. Tony had his head propped on his hand, Steve was leaned back against his chair, head cocked back. Bruce had fallen asleep with his pen in his hand. Loki was burrowed in his arms on the table, and Clint was sprawled over two chairs

"I said wake up goddammit!" Fury stood at the center.

No one moved.

Fury looked around. "Who needs to use the lavatory?"

Five hands shot up.


Steve sat on the desk next to Tony. They'd been making small chat.

"Sooo" Tony said, "are you going to Natasha's party?"

Steve shook his head. "Nah, I don't do that stuff."

Tony scoffed, "really? C'mon man, don't be so stiff."

"I'm going" Clint said, while he continued ripping up the library book.

"Nobody cares Barton." Tony replied.

"Stop ripping up that book." Steve said annoyed.

"Whose going to stop me?" Clint shot back, "nobody likes Aldous Huxley anyway."

"I love his work!" Bruce piped up from his seat.

"Shut up" Clint said, throwing the torn up book at Bruce.

"I like his work too Bruce." Tony interrupted, making eye contact with Bruce before going back to glare at Clint.

Clint stopped. "Standing up for the nerd are you?" he mocked.

Tony looked away, a small flush covering his cheeks. "No, I'm just saying I like his work. So stop ripping up the damn book."

Steve got up. "Stop Barton."

"And you're going to stop me if I don't stop right?"

"I don't give in to violence, but two hits Barton, that's all it'll take." Steve said, his voice cold.

Clint hopped down from his spot. Reaching in his pocket he flipped out a switchblade. "One move and you're dead jock." He threw the blade on Loki's table. Loki retrieved it unnoticed by the group.

Steve swallowed. "Sorry." He said, looking away, "I just hate bullies."

"I can't believe YOU'RE calling ME the bully " Clint scoffed.

"Guys c'mon its-" Bruce started.

"Shut up dweeb." Clint said.

"He has a name." Steve said. "What's your name kid?"

"It's Bruce."

"Oh I'm so sorry Bruce, didn't mean to offend you." Clint said.

"Sit your goddamn asses down." Fury said from behind them.

The students jumped and scrambled back to their seats.

Fury looked at his watch. "That's 30 minutes for lunch."

"Uh sir, will beverages be made available?" Clint asked innocently.

"No, I will not get you any goddamn drinks." Fury replied.

"Sir, I have a very nasty hydration problem." Tony said.

"Yeah it gets ugly." Steve added.

The rest nodded in unison.

Fury sighed. "Fine." He looked around, "You." he said, pointing to Steve.

Steve sat up, smiling in satisfaction. Making eye contact with Fury he gestured toward Tony.

Fury looked to the back of the room instead. "And you. Get your ass up."

Loki remained unmoving.

"Hey, get up!" Fury said again. "And to think Thor has a brother like you."

Loki whipped his head to Fury, his eyes narrowed. Getting up he silently followed Steve out of the room.

"There's a soft drink machine in the teacher's lounge." Fury said as they left.

The sounds of Steve and Loki's footsteps echoed through the halls. Whistling to himself, Steve walked a foot or two ahead of Loki. "So…" Steve said, "What do you like to drink?"

A couple seconds went by before a sharp voice answered back. "My brother's tears."

Steve stopped, "What?" He said, turning to Loki.

"You heard me. I would like to drink the tears of that sorry-excuse for a brother." Loki replied, continuing to walk ahead.

"Thor's a nice guy, wouldn't his brother be one to stand up for him? Why are you in here?" Steve said, following Loki.

"You don't live with him Steve. Why are you in here anyway?" Loki said, turning to Steve.

Steve leaned against a locker, "Because I'm getting a full ride scholarship, I needed something on my record to make it look like it wasn't rigged and that I'm not a perfect student."

Loki snorted. "That sounds real pristine of you. Now why don't you tell me the truth, why are you really in here?"

Steve shrugged, "Forget it."


"Hey" Clint said, "Hey Tony. YO TONY"

"What?" Tony said.

"Ever gotten laid?"

"Why are you even fucking asking me that?" Tony replied.

"I'm just wondering if a rich boy like you has the guts to bang a chick." Barton said, smirking.

"Just shut up you asshole."

"What about you Brucie?" Clint asked, turning to Bruce.

Bruce blushed and shook his head. "I don't have time for a relationship."

"Hey why don't you stop bugging us Barton? You know, if you vanished, no one in this school would even give a damn." Tony said.

"Oh, well I might as well go join one of your prissy clubs so I'm not forgotten then." Clint said.

"You're just a coward." Tony said.

"Oh that's exactly why I'm not heavy in the activities." Clint said sarcastically.

"I'm in the math club." Bruce piped up.

"You know you don't belong, so you just go and dump all over us." Tony said.

"You know, I'm pretty sure it's because all you activities people are assholes." Clint replied.

"You wouldn't know since you don't know any of us." Tony shot back.

"I don't know any leppers either, but I ain't running out to join their fucking clubs." Clint retorted.

"Hey" Steve said, walking in with an armful of Cokes, "watch your mouth."

"I'm in physics club too." Bruce added.

Clint opened his mouth before shaking his head, "Excuse me a second." He said, looking from Tony to Bruce, "What is it you're babbling about?"

"Well, I uh.. I said I'm in a math club, a latin club, and a physics club." Bruce stuttered.

"Hey, Anthony, do you belong to the physics club?" Clint said.

Tony gave him the 'Are you stupid?' look, "No. It's an academic club"

"So?"

"So academic clubs are different than regular clubs." Tony said.

"But to dorks like him they are."" Clint said, pointing to Bruce, "What do you guys do in your clubs?"

"Well in math club, we talk about math. And uh- in latin club, we talk about latin, and in physics club.. we talk about physics, and properties of physics..." Bruce said, a blush coming to his cheeks.

"So its social. Demented and pathetic, but still social. Am I correct?" Clint said.

"Well, yeah you could say that it is.. uh.. social." Bruce replied. "There ARE other people, and.. Oh! And at the end of the year we rent out a room at the Hilton and have a banquet. I had to dress up and borrow my dad's dress shoes which is funny because my mom said I wasn't allowed to wear other people's shoes and.."

"Did you party? Did you get wasted?" Clint asked.

"Well- Uh no, but my cousin did once and he uh- he started eating weird foods.." Bruce said.

"Speaking of food, I'm hungry." Steve interrupted. "Here." He passed cans of coke to Clint, Bruce, and Loki. Bruce dropped his.

Tony got out a wooden black box, a small dipping cup, and chopsticks. Taking out a small bottle of soy sauce, he poured it into the cup. Then he got the chopsticks and took out a piece of his lunch. A small ball of seaweed and rice.

"What's that?" Clint asked, dumbfounded.

"Sushi." Tony said.

"Sushi?" Clint asked.

"Yeah, raw fish, rice, and seaweed." Tony said smiling.

"Good luck." Clint replied.

Steve pulled out a giant paper bag, and from it took out a family size bag of chips, three sandwiches, a box of cookies, and two giant oranges. Steve went to set the bag down before looking in it again and taking out a carton of milk. Clint's eyes widened as each new food was produced.. He opened his mouth to say something before a crunch was heard from the back.

Loki sat in his corner, an apple in one hand. He sank his teeth into it and took another huge bite, chewing furiously. "What?" he spat, looking at everyone.

Slowly, the group turned their heads away. Clint walked over to Bruce and sat next to him. "What are we having today?" he said, grabbing Bruce's lunch bag.

"Uh.. Just your standardized lunch." Bruce said.

Clint took out a thermos. "Milk?"

"Uh.. Soup."

Clint then took out an apple juice box. He inspected it.

"It's apple jui-" Bruce started.

"I can read." Clint said. He took out the last item. "PB & J with the crusts cut off. Well, did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?"

"No, she married a Mr. Banner." Bruce said.

Tony and Steve chuckled. Clint looked at the clock.

"Hey guys, I gotta grab something." He said, hopping up.

"Clint you can't just leave." Tony said.

"Who's going to stop me?" Clint asked, skipping out of the room.