This chapter will probably be boring, and I apologize in advance. However, it's been so long since the last update I don't have time to start a new one. I'm really sorry for the long update.

Loki was in a very good mood as he walked home in only the company of the moon. He didn't have to go to school that day; SHIELD knew better than to keep school open on April Fool's day with a trickster god on the loose (besides, the adjustments on the school made learning practically impossible). This allowed him to wreck mischief all across the Midgardian city. He chuckled quietly to himself.

An arrow came flying out of nowhere. Loki instinctively turned his body away and caught the arrow, but before he could pinpoint where Clint was, another arrow pinned him to the wall. He struggled to get free, but Coulson appeared from around the corner and pointed a gun at him.

Coulson was as calm as ever. "The gun has a tranquilizer that can bring down an Indian elephant in less than a second. Don't even think about moving."

Loki put his hands up. "This is a tad severe for a mere prank."

"It's more than a prank. We can't open school until you turn the school back to normal. Will you cooperate?"

Loki waved his hand, then almost collapsed from exhaustion. He leaned against the wall and ripped out the arrow from the concrete building.

"The educational hellpit is back to normal, and it is no longer April Fool's day. May I return to my room?"

"Go ahead," Coulson said as he holstered the tranquilizer gun. "Just report to Mrs. Harrington's room every day after school for detention.

Loki was too tired to care now. "Whatever."

As Loki stumbled off, Coulson received news in his earpiece that the school was back to its normal, concrete state.

"Thank goodness," he replied. "This was worse than the anaconda incident."

…

It had been a quiet Monday morning. Loki, Thor, Bruce, and Natasha were lounging in English class as the teacher went on another rant on how veganism was the best, and how anything other than veganism was murdering poor, innocent animals.

Without warning, the school speakers turned themselves on.

"MY ANACONDA DON'T! MY ANACONDA DON'T! MY ANACONDA DON'T WANT NONE UNLESS YOU GOT BUNS HON!"

A stuffed animal snake on the teacher's desk began moving around the classroom.

Bruce whispered to Loki over the blaring music.

"Uh, Loki? You do know that the anaconda is a euphemism, right?"

"What? Really?"

There wasn't a hint of sarcasm in Loki's tone.

…

The first thing Loki noticed about detention was how boring it was.

Mrs. Harrington made sure he arrived every day on time, then sat down on her desk and took out a book. Loki would do his homework for a while, but that only lasted for about two hours, and detention was three. The first couple of days, Loki would do nothing but twiddle his thumbs for an hour.

Until one day, his phone rang.

His ringtone was loud and blaring, as he forgot to turn it off after school. Oddly enough, the teacher didn't look up.

Confused, Loki got up and walked in circles around her desk.

Nothing. The teacher was so absorbed in her book, an earthquake wouldn't make her look up.

Loki grinned.

Every day from then on, detention got a little less boring. Loki, after making sure there were no cameras, tested the limits of what he could do. He took naps on the desks. He played loud music and jumped on the tables. He made the classroom look like a forest. Nothing made the teacher stir.

There was one time when, for no noticeable reason, Mrs. Harrington looked up from her book. Loki had been absentmindedly twirling a knife in his hands. When he saw her head move, he quickly dropped it in his lap.

"Was that a knife you were holding?" she asked, astonished.

"No, ma'am." Thinking fast, Loki made his pencil look shiny and metallic. He held it up. "It's just my pencil."

Mrs. Harrington looked at him, then returned to her book.

All and all, detention was a fun, albeit, lonely place.

Until the others came.

…

"Bruce? What are you doing here?"

Loki had just taken out his homework when Bruce walked through the door.

Bruce smiled wryly. "Hey, Loki."

"What are you doing here?"

Bruce sighed and plunked his backpack on the desk next to Loki.

"SHIELD needs to pick better P.E. substitutes. While you were still changing, I went ahead and walked the warm-up lap like I usually do, except the coach wanted me to run it. If I ran it, I would have hulked, so I told him I couldn't because I had asthma. He called me a wimp and told me that I would get detention if I didn't run it. So, here I am."

Loki was a bit puzzled. "When we first met, we were running the mile."

"Yeah. That was a federally mandated aerobic capacity test. It was easier to give me some pills to drop my heart rate than pull strings, apparently. I was feeling a bit green near the end, though."

Loki rolled his eyes at the pun.

Bruce lowered his voice. "Aren't we not supposed to talk during detention?"

"It is indeed banned, but watch this."

Loki took out his phone and played some music at top volume. Mrs. Harrington didn't even blink.

"Is she deaf?" Bruce looked concerned.

"No. She just really likes her book."

"Oh. Okay then."

They did their homework together and chatted for a while. Once they were done, however, the clock showed that there was still an hour left in detention.

"Do we have to sign out or something?" Bruce asked.

"Yes. She always checks at the end to make sure I'm still here. In fact, she has a timer on her phone."

Bruce smiled. "I have an idea for something we could do. I need your help, though. How fast can you pick a lock?"

…

The lock on the door of their physics classroom was barely an issue. However, Bruce's hesitance was.

"Are you sure we won't get caught, Loki?"

Loki rolled his eyes. "Of course not. Remember who you're speaking to."

"I just don't want to get caught."

"This was your idea."

"And now I'm regretting it."

"Too late to back out now," Loki smiled. He opened the door and entered the classroom.

"Are you sure there are no cameras?"

"I give you my word."

"I know how much that means," Bruce muttered sarcastically as he followed Loki into the room, shutting the door behind them.

"What is it that we are looking for? Loki asked.

"It's in the science closet."

The science closet was what their physics teacher called the supply room, also connected with the chemistry classroom. He forbid the students from entering, in fear of them messing a device up or hurting themselves.

"No problem."

Inside was a cornucopia of science stuff. There were beakers, samples of chemicals, and Bunsen burners by the chemistry section, and batteries, lenses, devices, and meters of every shape and sort by the chemistry section. Bruce smiled an picked up a device that looked like a metal donut attached to a base by a metal cylinder.

"What is that?"

"A Tesla coil. It's an electrical transformer circuit. It shoots electricity and stuff. I've always wanted to play with these."

"Why have you not? Stark has a lot of money, and you two are down there all the time."

Bruce's smile turned wry. "We haven't really messed around lately. We're more focused on other stuff."

Loki knew the 'other stuff' was helping Tony with his Arc Reactor problem.

"Time too hook this up!" Bruce called as he exited the science closet. "I get to choose the tunes."

Music from Bruce's phone filled the air as they hooked up the device with help from an Internet search.

Feels like you're just standing there so small
Just the space between the stars
Don't be afraid to risk it all
Cause we are we are

We are giants
We are giant

We are-

Loki skipped to the next song.

"You know," Bruce said, looking up from his work, "you could've asked."

"I could have."

Loki looked uncomfortable.

After another minute, it was finished. Bruce made sure that everything was safe before he plugged it in.

Hesitantly, Loki held a piece of paper over the coil, and watched as purple sparks burned a hole in the piece before igniting it. Bruce watched worriedly as the fire traveled up to Loki's hand, although Loki showed no signs of pain.

Loki extinguished the fire with a smile and put the ashes in the trash can.

Bruce opened windows and doors.

"If you do that again, the fire alarm will go off."

Loki looked indifferent. "I doubt even that will wake Mrs. Harrington from her book trance.

Bruce chuckled.

After wirelessly lighting up a light bulb and playing music with the coil, Bruce and Loki carefully put the device away.

Loki looked at the clock. "There are still thirty minutes left in detention."

"Want to play with the chemistry stuff? I know something cool we can do."

"I do not see why not."

Bruce grabbed a Bunsen burner from the chemistry side of the closet and hooked it up to a gas valve. He turned it on and lit it up with a sparker (Loki complained he could have done the same thing faster), but the flame was too high. Bruce turned a know at the bottom of the burner to lower the flame, but nothing was happening.

Suddenly, the knob fell off, and flame erupted from the sides of the Bunsen burner. With a yelp, Bruce pulled his hands back. Loki jumped to the switch, and turned it off.

"Are you okay, Bruce?" Loki cried, anxiously checking his hands.

Bruce was breathing heavily, eyes turning green.

"Damn," Loki whispered in a panicked voice. "Damn it damn it damn it. Bruce, breathe, just breathe. You are okay, Bruce. Your hands are fine. Just breathe in and out slowly."

Bruce was taking deep breaths, but he was growing in size. Before Loki could decide whether or not to call SHIELD, the Hulk let out a guttural roar.

"Damn. Bruce, just calm down."

Pale green eyes met dark green ones. Before Loki could move, a giant green hand sent him flying through desks, breaking them in several areas. The Hulk crashed through the rest of the tables and chairs, damaging them.

Loki slowly got up and shook his head groggily. It was time to try something else.

"CALM DOWN, YOU DULL CREATURE!" he roared. "YOU ARE BENEATH ME, AND YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY!"

The Hulk laughed. It was an odd, yet deafening sound. Loki resisted the urge to clamp his hands over his ears and watched as he slowly shrunk down into a laughing Bruce. Ripped shorts and rags were all that remained on him. Slowly, he stopped laughing and assessed his situation.

"Crap. I'm sorry Loki."

"No need to be sorry," Loki said as he threw his hoodie to Bruce, who graciously put it on. Bruce looked around and grimaced.

"A shame this isn't Twilight. Then at least I'd have my shoes."

Loki chuckled and looked at the clock. "There's a supply room around here with extra tables and chairs. We have fifteen minuted to replace these here and go back to the classroom, or we'll get more detention."

Bruce grimaced again. "At least we'll be able to do this again."

…

Surprisingly, they were able to make it, and Loki continued to go through the detention days by himself.

For most of the time.

"Well, well, well, what is the sentential of liberty doing here?" Loki drawled as Steve walked sheepishly through the classroom doors.

"Some kid was bullying someone. So I punched him in the face."

Loki smiled. "That is so very you. Will he live?"

Steve started sorting through his backpack for his homework. "The first thing I learned when I received the serum was restraint. It was just a little jerk."

The rest of detention passed without incident. Sophomores like Steve had a lot more homework than freshmen, so they didn't have time to chat.

…

"Clint."

"Loki."

"What brings you here?" Loki asked.

Clint gave him a smirk. "My chemistry teacher is a jerk. A girl asked to go to the bathroom, but he said no. She asked him again, claiming it was an emergency. It was obvious her period snuck up on her, but this asshole still wasn't letting her go. She asked a third time, and he opened his mouth to probably shout at her or give her a lecture. So I sent a spitball into his mouth and took her to the bathroom. I received a standing ovation and a detention."

Loki was impressed. "You deserve a medal. Want to play a game of darts?"

Clint looked surprised. "We don't have any darts. Besides, you would loose."

Loki held up his throwing knife. "Do not get cocky, Barton. Shall we?"

That's all for now.

Words cannot express how sorry I am this took so long, but recently a lot of work has crept up on me. I regret to inform you all that I won't have a lot of free time until summer.

More detention stories might be inserted here and there, but most of my best ideas are gone for that. Don't worry, I have plenty of other of ideas for the next chapter, whenever that may be