Here's chapter 4! I hope you like it!
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I did own the avengers but then i woke up and realised it was a dream... awkward
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One Week Later:
It was seven o'clock in the morning and everyone was up getting ready. It was the first day of their new school for the de-aged avengers. Natasha and Clint were both feeling a bit down that morning, looking after the de-aged avengers was great (they were good kids.) But they really missed their old friends/Team mates; also they had hoped that the mini avengers would have been re-aged before they had to take them to this school, they were now more determined to find a cure.
The two adults weren't the only ones feeling down on this morning, they both figured this out as they each visited a room of each de-aged avenger:
Clint walked into Steve's room first to see how he was.
The teenager was standing in the new schools uniform in front of the mirror in the bathroom attached to the room; he was brushing his hair with a frustrated look on his face.
"Hey kid, are you alright?" Clint asked with a smile.
Steve sent a look towards the adult through the mirror and sighed as he placed the brush down. "I –Uh- I'm sort of-I'm really nervous, Clint." He said, fiddling with his hands. "I don't know if I can do this! I'm from a different time! I'm not going to know what I am doing! And people are going to look at me weirdly and laugh!" Steve continued, his breathing quickening.
"Woah! Buddy breathe, it's going to be okay! Do you need your inhaler?" Clint interrupted the rambling putting a reassuring hand on the blonde's shaking shoulder. Steve nodded wordlessly in reply, his wheezing the only sound coming out of him.
Clint gave Steve his inhaler that was in the front pocket of the teen's school bag and waited till he was done with it before returning it. "Hey listen, if you're scared you're not going to get all the new stuff just hang around Tony, the kid knows everything he could help you out." He suggested.
Steve gave Clint another look through the mirror, "I don't know if you've noticed but Tony and I don't get along very well."
Clint let out a small laugh and nodded, "True, but I'm sure he would help you out a bit, actually I bet he's nervous about going to a new school as well, you guys help each other out." After seeing that Steve still was looking freaked out Clint continued, "Okay well if you don't want to rely on Tony that's fine. Steve honestly man, it's going to fine! Just be cool about everything, it's not like you're there for long! Soon you'll be back home in your normal time and you won't have to even remember whatever happens in this new school! Experiment with this new school, do things that you wouldn't do at your regular school. Just avoid anything stupid! Do not take drugs or smoke!" Clint told the kid with exaggerated hands, making Steve laugh.
Steve was silent for a moment, taking in what Clint said before nodding. "Yeah, okay! I will try that! Thanks Clint, I feel slightly better now."
"Glad to help kiddo!" Clint smiled.
Tony was in his room, standing opposite the full length mirror that was in the middle of the wall of his future self's fancy room. To say his was nervous was an understatement. He tried for the fifth time to pull the school's uniform pants up and groaned in frustrating as they slid down slightly from not fitting his small, skinny frame. Tony was becoming overwhelmed and was thinking about the embarrassment that this was all going to conclude in.
Giving up he pulled them up again and this time sat lazily on the bed behind him, still looking at the mirror in front. Tony then saw the tears that had come from frustration and quickly wiped them away. Dad doesn't like tears.
Just then there was a knock on his door. "Yeah?" he called out softly. The door opened and Natasha popped her head in with a smile, "Hey Tony, Came to check on you." She told the teenager as she made her way into the room. She then noticed his blood shot eyes, and how his hair was messier than usual, meaning frustration. "What's wrong?"
Tony looked like he was about to cry again and moved his sight to the floor as though in shame. "My pants don't fit." He mumbled quietly.
"Oh we can fix that!" Natasha said sitting herself next to him on the bed, "Too small or too big?"
"They are way too big! It's embarrassing! Ugh I don't want to go to this school! I don't understand why you are making us! Shouldn't you be focusing on returning us home?" Tony asked standing up, freaked out and tears once again spilling out. Noting the tears, Tony made a sound of disgust and harshly wiped them away. "Pathetic." He mumbled to himself, sinking back on the bed next to Natasha. "I'm sorry, I'm just being a whiney princess." Tony said quietly to Natasha.
Natasha shook her head, "Tony is okay to cry and it's okay to be scared." She told him, "We are still focusing to find a cure, S.H.I.E.L.D has been researching for cures ever since this all began, you will be back home soon! For now you're just going to have to be the strong person I know you are!"
Tony sighed and then stood, again trying to pull the too big pants up. He held them up in a bunch at the top knowing that without him holding them up they would fall, "what about the clown pants? You'd think they would've measured a size for me!"
Natasha laughed, "Yeah I agree, but don't worry! This is an easy fix, ever heard of a belt?" She asked going over to older Tony's cupboard and pulling out a leather black belt.
Tony chuckled, "Oh yeah"
"I thought you were a genius" Natasha teased handing the teenager the belt. Tony just laughed and put the belt on before pulling the slightly over-sized school jumper over top, hiding the existence of the belt.
"Nobody else will know about this right?" Tony asked after he was ready in his now staying up pants.
Natasha smiled and nodded, "Your secrets safe with me." She said as she made her way out of the room to go check on Bruce. She couldn't help but think to herself how young Tony hiding the belt reminded her of the older Tony hiding the arc reactor. It seemed the man had always had something to hide.
Clint was just about to open the door to Thor's room when it suddenly opened itself.
"Sir Clint! Son of Barton! I am ready for breakfast a long with also being ready for the great Midgardian schooling." An excited tiny Thor said way too loudly for any person in the early morning.
"Oh that's cool bud, any problems at all? Scared to be going to a new school from another realm?" Clint asked with an amused smile at the contrast of the reactions between Steve and Thor.
Thor shook his head with a grin, "Nay, for this is truly exciting! I am ready for this adventure and fun experience!" he said walking out of the door way of his room and heading towards the dining table. "Now show me these Pop tarts you have spoken about!"
Natasha went over to Bruce's door and carefully opened it to see little Bruce standing in the middle of the room all ready to go. She smiled and walked over to kneel in front of him. "You all ready to go Bruce?" She asked softly. The small boy only nodded in reply.
"Any problems?"
He shook his head.
"Oh well you're easy!" Natasha laughed slightly, while helping Bruce tuck in and straighten out his shirt. Even though he said he had no problems, Natasha could sense he was very scared about going to the school. So without saying anything she leaned over and pulled the quiet boy into a reassuring hug, "It'll be alright, Bruce."
After they all had breakfast and collected their bags, they were off to school. They decided to hire themselves a basic family van so they were better undercover.
"Okay you guys all need to remember your fake identities for this school, let's have another role call! Tony you start this time, who are you?"
"Hi my name is Tony Rushman and this is my little brother Bruce Rushman. Natalie Rushman is our mother" Tony said speaking on behalf of Bruce. He spoke as if it was memorised from a script, which it basically was.
"Good, Steve and Thor you guys next!"
"Hello, I'm Steve Burton"
"And I am Thor Burton, Son of Clark Burton." Thor spoke straight after Steve.
"Good! So you all know your fake names and families please don't forget them!" Clint spoke while driving into the school car park and parking the van.
Natasha turned to face them from the front passenger seat, "Okay boys, good luck! You've already been given your timetable for today and so all you have to do right now is go to your first class. Tony, you probably know where to go and what to do better than the others so help them out! Please don't be scared, you'll be fine!" She told them with a smile. "And maybe sit next to each other at lunch so that no one's alone, look out for each other okay?" Natasha added as they all made their way out of the car.
They all said their goodbyes and just before the two adult avengers left, Clint rolled down his window. "Bye Guys, please don't do anything stupid! Tony, Thor! I'm lookin' at you two!" He said squinting his eyes playfully at them. Tony laughed, "Don't worry, we'll be good!" he said while turning around ready to walk into the school, before walking off he held out his hand to small Bruce. "Ready for school, brother?"
Small Bruce's original worried look turned into a bright smile as he took hold of Tony's hand and the two walked off to the entrance of the school.
"I shall see you after Midgardian schooling, my friends!" Thor said excitedly to Clint and Natasha before running off the catch up with Tony and Bruce.
Steve sent the two in the car a small, sad wave before reluctantly following the others.
Clint sighed and started the car, "They'll be fine, there are agents in there to help them out if needed." He told Natasha and also himself. This morning was full of everyone needing reassurance.
"Alright everyone hand over your timetables let's see where we are going." Tony demanded lightly, collecting everyone's time table sheet. They were all standing to the side of one of the wide hallways of the school.
"Okay, so we are all in different year groups so none of us will be together." Tony informed them all, "We all have two classes and then we have lunch, the cafeteria, from what I can see from here, is just around that corner so after your second class head towards there." He said point to the direction he was talking about.
"Steven you have Ancient History, which is… Oh it's actually right in front of us! What a coincidence!" Tony was the only one who laughed, "Alright and after that, oh you poor soul, you have gym. Sorry you're going to have to find that place yourself bud. Next timetable!" Tony said, the last part he said quite loudly causing looks from other people and an embarrassed blush from Steve as Tony shoved his timetable back.
"Thor! You too have Ancient History, oh man you are going to love that class! But you are in a different room which is… I think the last door in this hallway, wait… 1..2, 3.. Yeah it is! So your first class is just down there and after that lesson you have… Ha! You have Drama! Sounds like fun! I'm not sure where that room is but hey! I'm sure nobody will mind helping you out if you asked!" Tony smiled at the mini demi-god, handing his time table back.
"Brucies turn! You bro have English first then science, while I have Science first then Modern History. I'll just take you to your first classroom on the way to mine." He said giving the boy back his timetable and holding out his hand for the boy to hold again. "Alright so we should probably head to class better early than late, everyone cool?" They all nodded, "Okay well then we're off! See you losers at lunch!" Tony called out dramatically, as he was already walking off with a giggling Bruce at his hand.
Steve sighed, hating the weird looks Tony attracted.
"I shall see you at lunch time my friend." Thor told Steve with a big grin on his face as he quickly rushed excitedly to his first class.
'Alright' Steve thought to himself. 'Let's make this time at school a good one!'
As Tony delivered Bruce to his class, he walked up to the boy's teacher to introduce her to Bruce and get him sorted. The teacher was a brown haired, slim women with pale skin. She wore a white long casual dress and had bright red lipstick on. Tony stood patiently next to her waiting for her attention, which didn't take long.
"Oh hello boys!" She said with a big smile, she seemed nice.
"Hi Miss, I'm Tony and this is my brother Bruce Rushman, he's new to your class." Tony said politely with his own trademark smile.
"Oh Bruce! Yes" She exclaimed brightly, leaning down to Bruce's height. "Hello Bruce, my name is Miss Linton!" Bruce didn't reply but a small smile appeared.
"That's why I have come in; I'm not sure if you have been told but Bruce here doesn't exactly speak." Tony explained to the nice lady.
"Yes, all of Bruce's teachers including myself have been informed about this." Miss Linton replied, "It was very nice of you as a brother to come check but!"
Tony shrugged, "I just wanted to make sure he's comfortable and settled in." He turned to Bruce, "alright Brucie, I'm off to my class now. I'll see you at lunch okay?" After that he looked back to the teacher. "Thankyou Miss." And with that he went off to his first class.
Miss Linton helped Bruce find a seat and then went back to what she was originally doing before Bruce entered the class. The seats all around him were slowly filling up with the bodies of the students. A little girl seated in front of him turned and smiled at him, "Hi are you new?" She asked quite loud. Bruce nodded in reply but made no sound. The girl grinned, "Oh cool! My names Helena, what's yours?" She introduced herself putting out a hand for Bruce to shake. Bruce just stared at the hand without saying anything. Helena frowned at this and pulled her hand away looking offended.
"I don't think he can speak!" A boy on the right yelled out. Another boy sitting in front of that boy, who must have been the other boy's friend, looked at Bruce and laughed. "What a weirdo."
Bruce dropped his gaze to his hands that were fiddling on the table in front of him, ignoring the kids surrounding him and hoping for class to start soon.
Because he helped Bruce get sorted, Tony was late when entering his first class.
He stood for a moment frozen outside the classroom door listening to the sounds coming from inside before gathering up all his courage, opening the door slowly and entering.
As soon as he did all eyes were on him, Tony ignored them and looked to the teacher. "Uh Hi I'm Tony Sta- ah- Rushman! Tony Rushman." He winced as he stuffed up his name, making himself look like an idiot. "I'm new to the school and I couldn't find the classroom." The teacher frowned slightly and gestured him to find a seat. The teacher was an older man with grey hair and expensive clothes on; he had a mean vibe to him.
A bit taken back from not getting a worded reply, Tony awkwardly turned and went to the lone table at the back corner. His path was disrupted though but someone's leg coming out, tripping him over. Regaining his balance, Tony turned and sent a glare at the kid who had tripped him as everyone in class laughed at him. "Oh you're hilarious." He said sarcastically to the kid who looked really proud of himself.
"Mr Rushman, can please stop disrupting the class so I can go back to teaching." The teacher glared at the teenager. Tony just nodded and took his seat after finally reaching the table. "My name is Mr Thompson and I just want to mention for your own good that I do not like people coming late to my class." Mr Thompson informed Tony before continuing the lesson, ignoring the snickering coming from the other students. Tony sighed and sunk into his seat, the feeling of dread washing over him after another bad experience that came with school.
It was time for everyone to head to their second class and Steve had found the gym quite easily. His Ancient History class had actually gone alright, the teacher was nice and so had the students seemed.
Walking in the gym, Steve actually felt excited. He was keen to make new friends and maybe have a good experience with school. It turns out his gym coach is also a very nice person; he introduced Steve to class and had even asked him a few questions about himself.
"Got any brothers or sisters starting here today like you?"
"Yeah, I got a brother. His name is Thor and likes to think he's the mythological god because of it." Steve answered and laughed slightly, the class and the coach laughed with him and this made him feel good inside.
"Your family sounds very interesting, Burton." The coach smiled.
They ended up playing football that lesson and Steve found out he was actually quite alright at playing the kicker. At the end of a game he even ended up scoring the winning goal.
"Hey Steve, you're really good at this!" A tall, good looking boy from his class called out. Steve grinned widely at the compliment, "Thanks!"
"Have you ever thought about joining the school team?"
'This school experience was so far looking very good' Steve thought to himself.
Thor smiled as he entered the school's drama room. "Ah, I have found the room of drama!" He announced to people in the room, everyone laughed. The teacher beamed at the boy in delight, "Oh what a fantastic little actor we have here!"
"Hello lady of the drama room! My name is Thor Burton, I am son of Clark Burton and brother of Steve Burton!" Thor said looking proud, all the other kids in the room watching him in interest.
"Oh Thor Burton we are so glad you are joining us! My name is Miss Lovett and welcome to our class! Everyone gather round let's play the name game to introduce Thor Burton to our class." The teacher sounded a bit dazed and loopey but that didn't matter to Thor, this class was officially his favourite.
It was officially lunch time and Tony made his way over to a free table with the fruit salad Natasha had made him. He sat and looked out for any of the other de-aged avengers entering the cafeteria so he could catch their attention to show where he was seated. Little Bruce was the first one to enter; he walked in cautiously holding his lunch, a sandwich, protectively against his chest.
Tony waited until the boy looked in his direction, before waving to get his attention. Once the little eight year old saw Tony a big smile appeared on his face and he ran over making himself comfortable next to the teenager. "Hey Brucie, did your first two lessons go alright?" Tony asked smiling at the boy, Bruce nodded. "That's good."
Next Steve walked in, Tony went to gesture him over but saw him walking with another tall boy. Steve seemed to be following the boy, must be a new friend. Tony watched as Steve sat at the table the other boy had taken him to and noticed that everyone on the table were wearing varsity jackets. Steve was sitting with the jocks. Figures. Tony also noticed that the same person that tripped him over in science was sitting at the table. Great.
Tony just sighed, he shouldn't be angry at Steve for making friends.
Lastly, Thor walked in, but not alone. He was being followed but a whole bunch of enthusiastic children. They all laughed and talked loudly as they quickly passed Tony and Bruce's table, Thor not even noticing the other two as he boomed out a happy laugh. Tony chuckled, drama kids. "Looks like it's just you and me sitting here today Brucie."
The rest of the day went quick for some and slow for others and eventually it was home time.
One by one they entered the family van where Natasha and Clint were waiting.
Bruce was first to enter the van, he quickly sat himself down and pulled the seat belt on without a sound.
"Have an alright first day Buddy?" Clint asked looking at the boy through the rear-view mirror. Bruce simply shrugged in reply.
Thor was next to arrive. "Sir Clint and Lady Natasha, I had an incredible time at Midgardian school!" He spoke with a smile, seating himself across from Bruce.
"That's great to hear Thor!" Natasha replied as Clint chuckled.
That is when Tony entered, soon followed by Steve.
"Hey boys! Have a good day?" Natasha asked the two.
"It actually was alright! I made some good friends and I got asked to join the school's football team! I had a great day thanks!" Steve said, smiling the whole time. Tony rolled his eyes at the boy.
"What about you Tony?" Clint asked starting up the van's engine.
Tony shrugged, "It was fine." He said simply in reply, it was obvious he didn't want to talk about.
"Alright, well Nat is cooking for dinner which means a delicious meal to look forward to!" Clint said cheerfully as they drove off back towards to the Tower.
There is chapter 4! Not much Natasha and Clint but there will be more in the next chapter! i really hope you like it! and i really love all your reviews! and to the person who was having problems with reviewing: It is perfectly fine! hahaha your reviews are awesome! thankyou!
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